Hozier

Ok, this is completely unrelated to my blog but I have to write this somewhere! My husband and I went to see Hozier tonight at Red Rocks – AMAZING show!!! In fact, this is related to my blog because if you’ve ever needed a boost or a primer for your fiction writing, read Hozier’s lyrics. Absolutely incredible. The symbolism is mind-blowing. 

Amyways, this band called Dawes opened for Hozier and let me just say, the two are on completely different planes. Dawes couldn’t even BEGIN to be in the same quality category as Hozier. Normally I’m a believer that all musicians have their place and their appeal, but when you’re used to the talent of Hozier, a group like Dawes – whose lyrics are comparably childish, musical balance is abysmal, and use of an awesome instrument like the organ is completely ineffective – it’s really hard to appreciate. All I could think was, “Get off the stage so we can listen to some real music!”

Seriously, they were like the boy band of modern rock and roll. I started to wonder if they’d just stolen other songs and changes the lyrics. It was all so cliche. 

And then finally Hozier gets on stage and it’s like the whole world is right again. I could have slept the night away on the cold and unforgiving stone of the amphitheater if Hozier had been willing to play that long. I’m not sure I’ve ever loved an artist this much.

If you are unfamiliar with their music, I’ll leave you with the lyrics to one of their most interesting, metaphorically layered songs. The depth of meaning and symbolism here just blows my mind. And I have even got to talking about how amazing Hozier’s unique soul-crumbling voice is and how his music perfectly supports every nuance that comes from those vocal chords. 

Here’s the lyrics to “In a Week”:

“I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me

I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

A thousand teeth and yours among them, I know

Our hungers appeased, our heart beats becoming slow
We’ll lay here for years or for hours

Thrown here or found, to freeze or to thaw

So long, we’d become the flowers

Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw
And they’d find us in a week

When the weather gets hot

After the insects have made their claim

I’ll be home with you, I’ll be home with you
I have never known sleep like this slumber that creeps to me

I have never known colors like this morning reveals to me

And you haven’t moved an inch such that I would not know

If you sleep always like this, flesh calmly going cold
We’ll lay here for years or for hours

Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet

So long, we’d become the flowers

We’d feed well the land and worry the sheep
And they’d find us in a week

When the cattle’d show fear

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

I’ll be home with you, I’ll be home with you
And they’d find us in a week

When the weather gets hot

And they’d find us in a week

When the cattle’d show fear
And they’d find us in a week

When the buzzards get loud

After the insects have made their claim

After the foxes have known our taste

After the raven has had his say

I’ll be home with you, I’ll be home with you

I’ll be home with you, I’ll be home with you

I’ll be home with you, I’ll be home with you”

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