I’m really feeling these lyrics this new years. home alone with the cat bc I haven’t got any friends. ID under the cut
three pictures with black text superimposed over the same background picture. it is of a sand dune, and in the distance you can see a single person walking. they are so far away and small that they’re just a silhouette. the text across all three pictures reads:
And I’m lonely
there, I said it.
but it’s hard to admit it
When everbody thinks
that you’re fine all the time
and you’re not
I wasn’t a huge fan of my previous edit of this song, so I decided to try again! I’m way happier with this one. ID under the cut
two lyric edits with the same background picture. It is a black and white picture of a stage, with spolights shining on it. visible across the top is another row of big stage lights, which cast shadows on the stage. at the very bottom you can see a row of theatre chairs.
there are two main sections of text. the top one is in yellow block font, with an effect that makes them glow like neon lights. The bottom row is the same block font, in white and without the glowing effect.
The first photo: top row- So if you’re all about the destination take a fucking flight. Bottom row- we’re going nowhere slowly but we’re seeing all the sights.
second photo: top row- and we’re definitely going to hell. bottom row- but we’ll have all the best stories to tell…
a picture of a huge, swirling thunder storm over a yellow field of cut grass. It is a dark dark grey, and there is rain in the distance. Over it, in block white letters, are curved lines of text, aligning with the curves of the storm cloud. They are lyrics to the song The Next Storm by Frank Turner, saying:
I don’t care
what the weatherman is saying
because the last time that I saw him
he was on his knees
he was praying
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a picture of a snowy landscape. At the very top is a night sky filled with stars, blending into a snowy grey, and then into the horizon, just barely visible. In the bottom right corner is a house and shed, covered in snow halfway up the windows. Across the top in white letters that stand out are the words:
you can measure the mark of a man on the day that he dies.
Just above the horizon, in white letters that seem to glow against the hazy sky, are the words:
in the mixture of memory and wreckadge that he leaves behind
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a picture of an old map of Essex England. It is colored in faded pinks, greens, and yellows, with gray road/river markings and illegible place names all over it. In the bottom right is the labeled Thames. Over top the image in black, are the lyrics:
I trace these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me of what I already know.
I trace the shorelines through a thousand estuaries
To remind me: an island is my home.
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4 lyric edits from the song redemption by Frank Turner on the same background. There is a picture of waves crashing against a cliff with foam spraying everywhere. The picture has a washed out look to it. Over that, in the center, is a card of yellowed graph paper with the top ripped in a jagged edge. It has masking tape in the upper left corner and black and white grid washi tape on the bottom center. On it, in a typewriter font in black, are lyrics to the song:
And I’m far way and I’m far apart,
And you’re back home with a broken heart,
And love is real and I can’t escape,
I only ever have myself to blame
These failures shift and shake me in the night,
Like a fever I can’t break try as I might.
Wake me darling, I need you take me home.
But I know in the end redemption is mine, and mine alone.
So if each of us is made up of a tally of mistakes and successes,
Then my hour in that restaurant makes my score less than impressive.
But each can be redeemed with the courage with which he confesses.
So darling I miss you, your music and your musk and your kisses.
I don’t think I can do this.
A photo edit of lyrics from Frank Turner’s The Ballad of Me and My Friends. the background is cartoony, fluffy clouds in a u-shape. there is a sun in the middle. Over the background is another picture of a red and grey plane, drawn from the side.
Over the clouds, curved to arc around them, and then in line with the plane are the lyrics:
so if you’re
Two notebook spreads painted in watercolor with lyrics to the song The Next Storm by Frank Turner stamped over top in blocky black uppercase letters
The first one: swirly patterns of soft blues, greens, and purples. The text over it says:
Its easy enough to talk
About blitz spirit
When youre not holding
The roof up
And knee deep it in
The second one: rays of yellows, oranges, and reds radiate out of a yellow area in the bottom left corner. They overlap til theres basically no white space. Over the yellow circle the words are stamped:
The storm has passed!
a lyric edit of the song ‘Live Fast, Die Old’ by Frank Turner
the background is mostly white, with the roof on a house taking up the bottom edge. It has brown shingles and 2 Cape Cod style pop out windows, the house around which is also painted brown.
In the white space above the roof, lyrics are in the same brown as the house in loopy cursive font. they are:
I’m gonna live fast
and I’m gonna die old
gonna end my days
in a house with
then across the very bottom, on top of the house in white type is the words:
on the quiet shores in the south west
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four lyric quotes on a black background with a big white scribble in the center. the lyrics are in red in a loopy, handwritten looking font. the lyrics are:
and I keep it all in
with my idiot grin
and I’m doing my best
but there’s very little left
so cut me some slack
if I crawl back
into my shell
I haven’t been doing so well
couldn’t you tell?
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an image of a fire at night, flames and sparks dancing around bright orange. On top of the image is lyrics from the song I Knew Prufrock Before he got Famous in white typewriter font.
Life is about love
last minutes and
about fire in our bellies
and furtive little feelings
and the aching amplitudes
that set our needles
all a flickering
and that help us with remembering
that the only thing that’s left to do is
(much smaller at the very bottom:)
the only thing that’s left to do is get another round in at the bar…