I didn’t know how to word this, but this person said it perfectly
It’s really strange (and annoying) seeing people sort of outright deny much of the lyrics on BHWA are about Taylor… I guess because they’re too raw for them?? The Atlantic article confirmed Hearing Voices is entirely about him yet I still see people straight up being like “no way”. Same with The Glass, or the title track… with Rest, it’s bizarre to me the way people think it’s either black or white and that it can’t possibly be about both losses woven together. I’ve also seen Nothing At All referred to as “too sexy to be about grief” which genuinely boggled my mind. Lmfao like what??
God forbid a man express his love in such a way for his best friend who also happens to be a man. FFS I can’t even fathom how maddening it must be to have to deal with people digging into your every lyric and being certain they know what you meant even though they’re way off, plastering it all over the internet, and all of the other total bullshit speculation & cruel comments…on top of the grief. This is the kind of shit that drives some musicians literally fucking insane and they’re not even dealing with loss. Dave Grohl is an incredibly strong spirit.
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Had a dream last night that I was sitting in the backseat of a car, my dad in the driver's seat, my brother (at least, a guy who I instinctively knew was my brother, but it wasn't my actual brother) sitting next to me. We were parked in a car park, we wanted to go shopping, but a few members of staff were outside, telling us that there was a bomb scare and we couldn't go in yet.
We waited a bit, but when the staff members left, my dad figured it would probably be fine. He said 'we only need a few bits anyway' and so we went in, we entered through a back entrance and a stairwell that turned out to be the fire escape. We got inside, it was a shopping centre and it was eerily empty. My dad was going through his written list as always, but the atmosphere felt off, and I desperately wanted to leave. (read more bc this one's kinda long)
An old woman suddenly appeared, looking angry and weirdly kind of scared to see us. She asked what we were doing inside and told us we had to leave now, she was very aggressive but I still thought she seemed more scared than angry. We left, but halfway down the fire escape stairs we realised my brother had vanished.
We called up for him, and were about to go back up to look when he appeared, rushing down the stairs, and was like 'we need to go NOW' but wouldn't say why. We were all a bit scared now, we literally ran down the stairs and through the car park, not able to relax until we got in the car and drove off.
We arrived home, my dad got out of the car and my mum was there. Again, it wasn't my actual mum, it was a different woman, but I knew it was my mum. My brother was peering out of the car window at her, I caught a glimpse of her talking to my dad but then my brother moved his arm in a way that obscured my view of her face.
Suddenly my dad went silent, and I heard my mum ask 'what's wrong?' in this sweet voice. My dad told me and my brother to get out of the car and go back to the house, and my brother was suddenly shaking next to me. I tried to lean over and see my mum, but my brother kept moving his arm to block me, saying 'don't look, you don't want to look.'
Finally I managed to find an angle where I could see, and I did instantly wish that I hadn't. My mum was still standing there, but her face had changed. Her eyes were just pure white, her face was slightly elongated and grey and almost looked like it was decaying, and she had this far too wide, permanent grin. She was looking at my dad, but as I caught sight of her, she turned to smile down at me.
Me and my brother got out of the car and ran inside, a few minutes later my mum knocked at the door, asking us to let her in. We heard the front door open, so we snuck out the back. A bus was just driving past the house, so we frantically yelled and gestured for the bus to stop for us, and asked the driver to just drop us at whatever stop was furthest from the house.
The rest of the dream becomes a bit jumbled, but I remember seeing the old woman from the shopping centre again, who explained that this entity or whatever was after us specifically, and they could have taken care of it somehow if we hadn't gone in and ruined everything and allowed it to find us. Now somehow we were all going to turn into those creatures and the world was going to end?
At the end of the dream, me and my (not) brother tried to escape the creature by killing ourselves. We jumped off a building, but it didn't work. I remember lying on the ground in horrible pain, unable to breathe properly, I think my ribs were broken, and I could hear our not-mum walking towards us, saying 'good effort! But you should have jumped from a little higher. Bad luck' and then she picked my brother up by his throat and lifted him off the ground. I looked up, and already I could see his face was changing, like it was starting to decay, and his eyes were clouding over white.
And then I woke up.
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