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[musikblog]

https://www.musikblog.de/2025/03/everything-is-recorded-temporary/ Richard Russell ist nicht nur Musikproduzent und Chef von XL Recordings, er frönt wohl auch einer Sammelleidenschaft für Samples. Mit Everything Is Recorded hat er eine Musik-Kollabo ins Leben gerufen, in der er diese vollends ausleben kann. Schon das 2018 erschienene Debütalbum gab sich als sample-lastige Tanzleidenschaft aus und wurde dafür auch für den Mercury […]

[pumi-music]

(https://open.spotify.com/track/1u0THw5xaGd7sYzJEh48Ltから)

Jenny of Oldstones (Game of Thrones) by Florence + The Machine

[midiatoriumblog]

Hoje começa mais uma edição do Lollapalooza. Seja curtindo ao vivo ou no sofá, reunimos pra você sete discos de bandas e artistas que participaram do festival nos últimos anos. Incluindo quatro atrações deste ano. Todos disponíveis e a pronta entrega. Tem Florence + the Machine, Chilli Peppers, Interpol, Greta Van Fleet, Gabriel O Pensador, Kendrick Lamar e The Killers. Disponíveis em nossa loja física ou em www.midiatorium.com.br ✌🏻 #tragoovinilamado #vinil #vinyl #sebo #midiatorium #lojadedisco #lojadediscos #recordstore #lollapalooza #lollapaloozabr #florencethemachine #thekillers #kendricklamar #gabrielopensador #rhcp #redhotchilipeppers #interpol #gretavanfleet https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv4PUz_A6nY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6psdbm2g0ddy

[ariesque]

You are the hole in my head, you are the space in my bed.

You are the silence in between, what I had thought, what I said.

𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮

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[crizztelcb]

Cosmic love by florencethemachine is such a great music for a ladynoir big bang animatic/comic.

[hellagay-girl-blog]

My records are adding up. I have a Christmas record too. • • • • • • • • #records #vinyl #iloveit #newrecords #journey #thecarpenters #alicecooper #robertplant #melaniemartinez #florencethemachine #vancejoy #theheadandtheheart #foofighters

[musikblog]

Florence + The Machine - My Love - Neue Single Florence + The Machine haben heute ihre neue Single “My Love” veröffentlicht. Im Zuge dessen kündigte die Band um Florence Welch das neue Album “Dance Fever” für den 13. Mai dieses Jahres an. View this post on Instagram A post shared by Florence Welch (@florence) 2018 war das bisher letzte Album der britischen Band unter […] #FlorenceTheMachine https://www.musikblog.de/2022/03/florence-the-machine-my-love-neue-single/

[driyartikahafizhah-blog]

- Caffeine Fix: Coffee Break - by iamnotsuperman-ak featuring a white shirt ❤ liked on Polyvore

Gucci white shirt, 6.524.345 IDR / Elastic waist pants, 298.390 IDR / Joshua s leather sneaker, 4.116.415 IDR / White backpack, 246.135 IDR

[pumi-music]

(https://open.spotify.com/track/6V0PPYLaQ5fCAPftwIgpuNから)

Moderation by Florence + The Machine

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[fabmindofkatlyn]

Check out this post… "Florence + The Machine "Dance Fever" Album Review ".

#dancefever #Florencethemachine

[lyricsgoal]

Free Lyrics - Florence + The Machine

#Free #FlorenceTheMachine

[blue-skies-chattanooga]

~Legendary~

These little soy candles have an enticing mixture of amber + patchouli and they come in 20 different quotes from legendary musicians. Light one up and put a little music on— it’s a winning combination.

#GratefulDead #TheBeatles #FlorenceTheMachine #LeonardCohen #Elvis #BobDylan #Radiohead #DavidBowie #PinkFloyd #TheDoors #JoniMitchell #JohnLennon #TomPetty #LedZeppelin #Prince #Aerosmith #candles #sugarbooandco #soy #candles #sugarboocandles #sugarboo

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Shake It Out (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: I also am really attached to this song. I love it and no matter how I’m feeling, this song moves me. The song is Shake It Out by Florence and The Machine and it’s such a beautiful song.

Request: Shuffle Challenge with Jason

Warnings: Angst turning into fluff

Song Lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/florencethemachine/shakeitout.html

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Nothing was right. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to matter. The past was in the past and it didn’t matter anymore.

As much as you told yourself this, you didn’t believe it. You’d been a fool, you’d been a killer. You were dragging the past around like a weight chained to your ankle. You held your head in your hands, your elbows on your knees. You were hunched over, sitting on the couch.

Your darkest moments flashed before your eyes, every death that you could have prevented. Every life that had slipped through your fingers. Every mistake and every hardship, every moment that you lived to forget suddenly plagued you. They flooded your mind with tidal waves of regret.

The past was in the past. The past was in the past. The past was in the past.

It wasn’t helping. There was nothing to comfort you. Jason was out on patrol and you were alone with your thoughts. Alone with your demons. Demons that cast dark shadows across the walls of your mind.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Praying to forget. Wishing that your mind would stop replaying haunting memories like a broken record.

You jumped as you felt a hand on your shoulder, your breath catching in your throat, and your head snapping to see who was behind you.

You let out a relieved sigh and ran a shaking hand through your hair. “Hey, Jay,” you greeted, trying to sound natural. You cursed the fragility that was clear in your voice.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting down next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, using the other to slide his mask off.

“I- uh- just…” you didn’t want to have to explain. “Just- Don’t worry about it,” you said, giving a dismissive gesture with your hand.

“No,” Jason replied. “I’m going to worry about it.”

You sighed. Of course he was going to try to get you to open up.

“Now, what’s wrong?” he pressed gently, trying not to push you too hard.

You figured it was best to just spit it out. He’d get it out of you somehow right? “I’m done, Jason. I’m just- I’m done.”

“Done? Done with what?” he questioned, trying to get you to look at him.

“Myself,” you whispered, barely audible.

“What?” Jason asked, not having heard you.

“I said I’m done with myself!” you cried out in frustration.

“What do you mean by that?” he prompted, his brow furrowing in concern.

“I’m tired of screwing up, Jason! I’m not a hero! I’ve let people die and I’ve watched people burn and I was completely helpless. I couldn’t save them. I’ve hurt people and made mistakes and failed,” you ranted, your voice growing weaker and more fragile as you went on. “I’m not a hero.”

“And you think I am? Do you think that I haven’t screwed up? Do you think Superman hasn’t screwed up? Do you think Batman is able to save everyone?” Jason reasoned gently. “Saving everyone doesn’t make you a hero. It’s how you handle failure that makes you a hero.”

“Well, I’m not doing that very well, either, now am I?” you chuckled darkly.

“You just need some cheering up,” Jason said, taking you by the hands and pulling you up off the couch. “I’ll be right back,” he exclaimed, before dashing off into a different room.

“What are you doing, Jay?” you asked, sighing as you were forced to stand and watching him go off into your shared bedroom.

He came back with his phone and a small portable speaker, setting the two objects down and plugging them into one another.

“Jason, I’m not in the mood,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

“Come on, give it a chance,” he retaliated, pressing the play button. Some terrible 70’s disco song that you couldn’t name began to play through the speaker.

You rolled your eyes as Jason danced like a goof to the music. “Jason seriously, I really don’t want to-”

You were cut off as Jason grabbed your hands and began to dance with you, forcing you to participate.

He grinned like an idiot and spun you around before dipping you and pecking you on the nose.

You had to fight the smile that wanted to bubble up to the surface.

Slowly, you became more willing to allow to him to dance with you, and a small smile manifested onto your lips.

“See? Even you can’t fight these funky moves,” Jason remarked with an over-exaggerated wink.

You snorted loudly. “Funky moves? You’re unbelievable,” you commented, giggling slightly.

“I like to think I’m one of a kind,” he returned as he spun you again.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said, not fighting the smile that found its way onto your lips.

“Well, hope you don’t mind my saying this,” Jason started, pulling you into his chest, still swaying to the music.

“Hmm?” you hummed, closing your eyes as you moved with him.

He planted a quick kiss to your forehead. “You are pretty one of a kind yourself.”