Florist is a band that makes three minute existential crises instead of music.<\/p>\n
One of their songs, “The Fear of Losing This”<\/em>, well-I’m actually losing my mind over it, even though the lyrics are intensely mundane. It’s something about how they fit the words with these strange vocals and background noises, it gets to me. Here’s the lyrics:<\/p>\n Open your eyes<\/em> I never asked<\/em> And if I just knew<\/em> Now every night<\/em> The colors of love<\/em> <\/p>\n Okay, so I am reading back over these lyrics, and they sound not only simple, but saddening. Slack. Slack is how I feel about this song when it’s put on paper like this.<\/p>\n However, I urge you to listen to it. It’s so different as music. It’s almost happy, or at least a questioning happy that I can attempt to call wholesome.<\/p>\n The song is the equivalent of laying down on a beach and waking to be a thousand feet from shore, choking on all of the water you didn’t notice until your eyes were opened. At least, that is what it makes me think of.<\/p>\n I did some background research on Florist, and turns out, they call themselves a “friendship project” rather than whatever they are supposed to be titled as. A band? God and a few angels? Who knows.<\/p>\n Florist is unusually unheard of, which only further prompts me to crave their lyrics. Not everyone has washed them down to “another sad indie band yet”. They still have time before they become mainstream and either fade from existence and cease to produce music or all together begin making music for mainstream kids, which would ultimately be worse. (This sounds quite pretentious, but I don’t mean for it to. What I am saying is that making this a “mainstream band” would take away from the secrecy in their songs, or whatever.) I really, truly would rather Florist stop making music than produce songs like Drake’s “God’s Plan” or Panic at the Disco’s newer music (these are just the examples that are easily found in my brain right now).<\/p>\n These are my favorite lyrics:<\/p>\n I never asked<\/em> Scary stuff. What a strange way of thinking about this life, right?<\/p>\n “The Fear of Losing This” hurts my feelings unlike any other song I have discovered. It makes me even question the comfort I find in the lyrics, as they are generally not the type of optimist\/nihilist approach I would route myself into. But yeah, interesting song. You guys should definitely check it out.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Florist is a band that makes three minute existential crises instead of music. One of their songs, “The Fear of Losing This”, well-I’m actually losing my mind over it, even though the lyrics are intensely mundane. It’s something about how they fit the words with these strange vocals and background noises, it gets to me. … Continue reading “The Fear of Losing This”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":25,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5040"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/25"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5040"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5040\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5948,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5040\/revisions\/5948"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5040"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5040"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5040"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAnd see what you have<\/em>
\nBut really I know inside it’s all the same in death<\/em>
\nBut my mind is mine for now<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTo be here at all<\/em>
\nSo why do I have to face the fear of losing it?<\/em>
\nOf losing why I live?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI’d already be gone<\/em>
\nI told you everything<\/em>
\nThat I had the chance to<\/em>
\nAnd there is no more now<\/em>
\nNo more light golden low<\/em>
\nThere is only what I have<\/em>
\nUntil that goes<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI pray to the stars<\/em>
\nI say please give me love<\/em>
\nOr please just give me strength<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThey all become gray<\/em>
\nWhen everywhere I’ve been<\/em>
\nWon’t be there someday<\/em>
\nIt’s a beautiful thing<\/em>
\nThat I keep close to me<\/em>
\nAnd I won’t forget<\/em>
\nBut nothing is mine to keep<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTo be here at all<\/em>
\nSo why do I have to face the fear of losing it?<\/em>
\nOf losing why I live?<\/em><\/p>\n