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Ashley Frangipane, a.k.a. se7enteenblack.tumblr.com , mentioned me during her twitcam last night. No big deal.

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Love you Ashley!!!!

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keep reading FMLT as fuck my life tour and i think that’s very on brand and halsey would like it, basically the same thing

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I’ve seen several people talking about how it makes them feel weird that Dog Years, a song that is explicitly about suicidal ideation, is something Halsey performs as a sexy song, and while that’s completely fair, I personally think the performance style fits the song really well, even if it’s uncomfortable? (In fact, I think the discomfort is a purposeful, important element of the whole song)

Discussion of suicidal ideation and sex as a unenthusiastic performance below the cut

The first time I heard Dog Years I called it “evil petplay” when explaining it to my friends because that imagery seems so deliberate. Halsey’s voice is getting all husky and low as they croon about what a good dog they’ve been and how they like a tight leash, and especially given their known love of/interest in kink, that takes your mind to a very specific and imo intentional place. But they turn it on its head — if they’re going to be a dog, then they’re an old, tired, weak, sickly one and they want to be put out of their misery and euthanized like you would any pet in that state, and that is very not sexy. It’s a visceral image that can be quite upsetting and uncomfortable, all the more so when paired with the very sexually charged chorus. It makes that chorus feel like more of a reluctant performance — she doesn’t feel sexy, she’s not in the mood, but it’s what’s expected of her and so she’s going along with it and hey, if she’s a good girl maybe she’ll get lucky and they’ll put her down. “I’m not here, I’m somewhere else” — they’re going through the motions of the performance and playing along with what’s expected of them but their heart is not in it, and they feel nothing towards it.

And I feel like that plays into the entire theme of The Great Impersonator as a whole? The whole idea of the expected performance and what that experience does to a person: going through the motions because you’re an entertainer and your job is to entertain and put on a show, but the whole time you’re in the darkest place you’ve ever been both physically and mentally, so sick that you truly expect you aren’t going to survive it. But you still have to do the show, you still have to make it look good, you still have to be appealing to the crowd, and so you have to play the good girl who loves her tight leash because that’s fun and sexy, and the rest of it is something you keep to yourself because people don’t want to hear about that.

I really like the staging of Dog Years on the FMLT tour for that reason. There is something so visceral about Halsey sitting in sexy leather lingerie while literally chained to the stage singing about how much they want someone to just kill them. Sure, it’s sexy, but she is stuck there performing for you, even as she’s voicing some of the darkest thoughts a person can have about themselves. How does that make you feel? Is it hot? Are you enjoying it? Should you be? That just fits the vibe I get from that song so well.

Of course, I could be fully misreading and Halsey could have had completely different intentions for this song, but that’s just how I’ve seen it?

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Feeling generous. Here’s another snippet. Still poorly recorded. 

Sit tight till I’m in the studio. Should be right after Christmas.

His eyes crinkled at the seams like my jeans when he smiled.

Piano keys for teeth underneath when he dialed,

7 little digits and he’s holding his breath,

and I’m biting my tongue at the message he left.

He said:

“Don’t let this pass us by. Darling, come stay the night. 

Cause there’s a million and one things for us to discuss

and a whole wide world we know we can’t trust,

but you give me faith.”

And we ran around this town with our guards way down, 

as far as scars and baggage, we’ve both got a couple pounds

But dawn is nearly calling, and I’m think I’m nearly falling

in love with you.

He says I’m short fused, a little bit bruised and he knows

that he’s addicted to kissin’ from my head to my toes.

Counting all my freckles, laying lazy in bed, with the

thoughts that I’m thinking staying stuck in his head.

He said: 

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For my se7enteeners.

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This song is a cover, but it was still amazing. Everyone in the crowd sang along!

When You Were Young - The Killers cover (Live) // Halsey // download

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Chillin wit a book, dev, and a kitty.

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Sweet thing, you hang like a chain around my neck.

Like a bee sting, in August, in your hollow pain I sweat.

I’ve gone cross-eyed and tongue tied at the prospect of your lips.

Like a plaid skirt fitted virgin with the devil in my hips.

I melt like a mint in the heat of your mouth.

Like a hurricane in a dress shirt, headed angrily down south.

Oh I’d give anything to be slipping down your throat.

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Can’t shake the soundtrack of a bar fight. You’re drunk, we’re sleeping on the floor like, This night is eating us alive like, We’re gonna let it this time.

Cold sweat, we’re leaning out the window. Light up, we know that it’s a sin though. You’re laughing like a little kid though, And I’m gonna let you this time.

I’m gonna get you this time.

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I think it’s your fault, that I became a musician. I wanted your attention so badly, but it was never given. So I left and got it from thousands of people instead. It’s still not enough.

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you look so cool.

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No Hands by Waka Flocka and what has my lyfe fckin come to.

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I haven’t forgotten him because his hand tightened around my neck and I wasn’t scared. Because he brushed his thumb across my lips and I sucked the blood from his fingers like an infant. His hand got lost in my hair when he asked “Will you be mine?”. And his mouth fell slack and his beautiful lips…

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this will always be my favorite video 

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You’re freaking out.

We’re standing in the shower again.

Trying to drown the things that climb into your aching head.

I’m running out.

The corner store is closing in ten.

I come back with a new pack to ease your emptiness.

We’re hollow eyes and bittersweet,

rolling round room 93.

Stopping just so we can breathe.

Don’t you know i’m trying for ya.

Think i’m gonna make you mine.

Tipping back that number 9.

I could probably take my time.

But you know i’m dying for ya.

We’re falling out.

Bring this together again.

Stuck in a fallacy of what a lover’s supposed to be.

You’re spilling out.

The liquor that we’re drinking again.

Stuck in the solace of the bottle and the finer things.