#ilysfm

[rootbeerrex]

Starting a tag game because I'm bored and wanna talk about music :)

There are so many albums I love that I'm not including because 10 is already pushing it so far but anyway here they are!!!!

no pressure tags: @still-july @dchuntress @five-a-battery @magenta-somethings @gayboss-too-close-to-the-sun @hopefullygettingtaller @automaticsoulharmony @taters-for-tots @dire-straits-fn8ic anyone else who sees this!! I just really love talking about music :3

I would LOVE to hear about some albums you guys like, even if it's just one or two. I'm back on my going insane about music bullshit LMAO

[callmearcturus]

The vinyl comes with... this. This is not the lyrics to the songs. I'm gonna transcribe it, because I think the first time you listen should be with this.

You are about to listen to an album by the Glass Animals. You don't always listen to albums from beginning to end, but maybe you will this time. It was written for you. (Linear Notes by Gabrielle Zevin)

SHOW PONY

You are a child. Before you were a child, your parents were children. Most origin stories begin with love, and yours is no different. Once upon a time, two people fell in love, and then it ended. It's the first love story you were every told, and it teaches you the one certainty in life is that all things end. From this point forward, you are not a romantic. They call you the cynic, and to protect yourself, you take on many forms.

WHATTHEHELLISHAPPENING

You are kidnapped. You are in the trunk of a moving car, fetal position, darkness, screech of the tires against the road, the scent of gasoline. You don't know how you got there, but it isn't the worst place you have ever found yourself, and in a way, it feels inevitable. You know you could die, so you find yourself thinking about all the people you have ever loved. The trunk is like a womb. You could live here forever but eventually you'd get lonely. Your relentless need for company is your hamarita.

CREATURES IN HEAVEN

You are a psychic. You ask your lover if they want to know the hour and the day that the two of your will part. They laugh at you, and they say they don't believe in psychics. You suspect that their failure to believe in your gift might be the problem that leads to the demise of your relationship. But who cares? This relationship ends in three months, and you may as well enjoy it. Evanescence can sometimes be a profound pleasure.

WONDERFUL NOTHING

You are a prizefighter who is in love with a boxer. You say, "It's a bad idea." (JAB, JAB, CROSS.) And the boxer says, "It's only a bad idea if it gets in the way of our work." (SLIP.) And you say, "Promise me you'll never pull any punches." (CROSS. CROSS. HOOK.) The boxer swears they won't. (SLIP. JAB.) But when you fight, the boxer always pulls their punches, and you never do. You're pretty sure this makes you a bad person. You're a prizefighter, and you do not love this boxer or anyone enough to pull punches. (JAB. CROSS. HOOK.) Just before throwing the knockout punch, you whisper, "I love you so fucking much."

A TEAR IN SPACE

You are a sock. You are an earplug. You are a miniature glass horse. You are easy to misplace. You are you, so you think you matter. You are nothing. No one even notices when you left the party.

I CAN'T MAKE YOU FALL IN LOVE AGAIN

You are an astrophysicist. You believe you can use sound waves to control time and space. A song is a time machine, you tell your colleagues. If you sing the right song, you could transport the lover to a particular time and place. You could reverse time, and if you could reverse time, you could make them love you again. Your belief in science occasionally makes you pathetic.

HOW I LEARNED TO LOVE THE BOMB

You are a damsel, and you are in love with a monster. You're not sure how it happened. You'd been warned about such creatures by the fairy tales of your youth. But in bedtime stories, the monster always presented as monster. The beast was hirsute, the vampire had fangs, the wolf in your grandmother's clothing was clearly not your grandmother. But your monster is clean cut and has good teeth. They knock at the door. You invite them in, and just like that, you are fucking a monster. You should be upset about it, but you aren't. The thing they don't tell you about monsters is that they are sexy as hell.

WHITE ROSES

You are Proteus. You are a god and you can change forms when the situation calls for it. This is hand for work, but difficult when it comes to relationships. You have occasionally been guilty of taking a form that you knew would make you lovable to some unsuspecting mortal. But it always ends the same way. A terrible row at an inconvenient time-- say, just before you're about to leave for the airport-- and then, you're forced to reveal yourself. You don't always mean to change forms, but it's second nation for you to shift a bit here and there-- pretend you like a certain band, express an enthusiasm for sport. Are you shapeshifting, or are you concealing yourself, and is there a difference in the end? Still, you love making people fall in love with you. Every time you do it, you promise you'll never do it again. And they you do it again.

ON THE RUN

You are an escape artist. You are handcuffed, straitjacketed, loaded into a zipped and padlocked duffle bag, wrapped in chains, tossed into the bottom of the ocean. It is billed as "The Greatest Escape of the Greatest Escape Artist, and the Culmination of a Career of Death-Defying Acts!"

The spectators on the pier anticipate your deliverance. They are sure you'll surface because you always surface. They aren't fearful; they are waiting to be dazzled. What they cannot know is how bored you are of dazzling.

You exit the bag, careful to take the props of your confinement so there will be no remains. You swim to another, distant pier. You don't see the people on the pier cry. You don't read your obituary. It's no longer your concern.

A week later, you are homesick, and you concede that your plan has failed. You miss the people on the pier and your cat and your bed and your favorite restaurant and your wristwatch. You don't remember what problems your faked death was going to solve so you can't say if it solved them.

The greatest power in the universe is nostalgia, and it that's true, maybe the people on the pier will forgive you. maybe you could come back from the dead. Now wouldn't that be the greatest escape ever?

LOST IN THE OCEAN

Who are you, anyway?

Why are so many songs addressed to you?

It's simple, you think. The songs are for you because I love you so fucking much, and when you say you, you mean all the yours: the parents and the child, the damsel and the monster, the escape artist and the crowd on the pier, the sock and the one who forgets the sock, the prizefighter and the boxer, and the world that contains all these people. You are all the lovers you failed, and all the ones who failed you. You are the lovers you haven't yet encountered-- there will be many because this world is filled with people to love. You are the singer, and you are the song. And you conclude that the only way to resist the ephemerality of all things is by singing love songs to you, whoever you are, wherever you are in the universe.

[fauxvvounds]

back then we were just creatures in heaven 🪐✨🌸

[triippng]

[notgreengardens]

[fishyfishyfish0258]

glanimals themed blinkies!! [ILYSFM edition]

♡ free to use + no need for credit :] [but if you wanna credit me that's cool too dw!!]

ILYSFM ♥︎ DREAMLAND ♥︎ HTBAHB ♥︎ ZABA+EPS

♡ fyi I chopped this post in parts since tumblr's image limits screw me over!!!![rude]

[slicklike007]

Happy ILYSFM release to those who celebrate

[ohmygodletmesignup]

people who complain that the new album doesn’t sound like HTBAHB or Zaba or Dreamland are making me so incredibly angry. None of their albums sound the same!! HTBAHB sounds nothing like Zaba and that’s okay!!! it’s still good!! dreamland doesn’t sound like either of the two but it still sounds good!! everything they make sounds different so obviously ILYSFM won’t sound like anything else they’ve ever made!! like jesus christ let artists change!

[meowza315]

I didn’t post this yesterday I kinda forgot but yk.. it’s ok things happen.

dave 🗣️🗣️ dave bayley um! yeah. glass animals. again. I’m still in the fix after 4 months 😨 usually my band fixes don’t last this long but I am NOT complaining because holy moly their music.

anyways creatures in heaven is such a good song go listen to it !!!

I encourage you to flip your screen to see the side profile :)

[taraaladkii]

I love him🥹🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Pretty lil babyyyyyyyyyyyy💮

[2u1c1d4l]

im kinda like a tomagotchi, if u dont give me enuf attention, ill die, & im not saying that to be dramatic, ill literally km$ if u dont give me all ur attention

[dragqueenstarscream]

so i'm not much of a tfp megop shipper, i'm a diehard starop fan and i've made my views of tfp megatron pretty clear

but TELL ME that "wonderful nothing" doesn't sound like a tfp megop song from megatron's perspective

plus the obligatory:

[scruffiandraws]

A Tear in Space (Airlock)

[limpdickgarden]

stay with me now

[purble-sarah]

I've been off tumblr for so long (uni -_-) but here's the only drawing i managed in my absence

[slicklike007]

A lesson in phonetics with Glass Animals : a guide to saying it out loud