The song 'Fortnight' by Taylor Swift and Post Malone tells a story about strong feelings, complicated relationships, and secret wishes. It talks about love, betrayal, and wanting someone who doesn't feel the same. The word 'fortnight' shows short-lived happiness and guilty pleasures, leading to sadness. It shows how messy relationships can be and the results of hiding emotions. “I was supposed to be sent away / But they forgot to come and get me,” she kickstarts the song in the first verse with lines suggesting an admission to a hospital for people with mental illnesses. She goes in the verse admitting her lover is the reason why she is like this. In the chorus, she sings about their time in love and reflects on how he has now settled with someone else. “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary / And I love you, it’s ruining my life,” on the second verse she details her struggles to forget about him and the negative effects of her failure. “Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up / ‘Nother fortnight lost in America,” Post Malone sings in the outro.
Must have left my house at eight, because I always do
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame
The day before you came
Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came
And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came
My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due
I must have read the morning paper going into town
And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned
I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine
With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained
The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two
And at the time I never even noticed I was blue
I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day
Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away
At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule
A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school
The train back home again
Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then
Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame
The day before you came
Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so
And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go
I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV
There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see
I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten
I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then
I must have read a while
The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style
It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim
The day before you came
And turning out the light
I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night
And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain
The day before you came
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Fortnight
Taylor Swift
Taylor Swift
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Ebba Grön
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This is one of my favorite songs. https://fnfgo.io
When We Were Young
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Blink-182
This is a sequel to 2001's "Reckless Abandon", and features the band looking back on their clumsy youth fondly.
No Surprises
Radiohead
Radiohead
Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"--being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. But he's so complacent with it. This is a good summary of the song. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. But there is seemingly no way out but death. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life.
Just A Little Lovin'
Dusty Springfield
Dusty Springfield
I don't think it's necessarily about sex. It's about wanting to start the day with some love and affection. Maybe a warm cuddle. I'm not alone in interpreting it that way! For example:
"'Just a Little Lovin’ is a timeless country song originally recorded by Eddy Arnold in 1954. The song, written by Eddie Miller and Jimmy Campbell, explores the delicate nuances of love and showcases Arnold’s emotive vocals. It delves into the universal theme of love and how even the smallest gesture of affection can have a profound impact on our lives." https://oldtimemusic.com/the-meaning-behind-the-song-just-a-little-lovin-by-eddy-arnold/
Love this song, but it took me a minute to figure out the plot: The singer killed someone the day before, on her lunch break, and moved the body to be found in a way and place less likely to be linked to her. The singer is describing the day before the cop came to question her about the dead body they’d found that morning with ties to her and get her alibi. That’s why she’s so detailed about her timeline at the start and finish, why she tells the cop that after lunch she had so much work going on she hid from everyone in her office until quitting time at 5 pm when she left for her usual train ride home.
That murder was why she was suddenly chain smoking after lunch but none before, why she stayed outside in the downpouring rain for so long she didn’t know how long her hands had been blue; she had to drag the body a ways to get it in a temporary hide y hole where to best dump the body after the sun started to set, the rain stopped, and the 5 pm commuter train full of wandering eyes left the city.
There are loads of barely-nothing odd choices of words, double-meanings, etc, for most of her alibi narration. But I wasn’t sure until I realized what the cop definitely did quicker than me: Her morning commute from house front door to office desk took 1hr 15min total. She stresses go the cop that she didn’t alter her usual commute home last night, but left right at 5 pm to catch the usual train back home. That was her normal, had been for years she said, and she didn’t alter it last night. Specifically, she tells the cop she left the office at 5 pm, caught her usual train, and walked home only stopping for Chinese takeout at a place on her way. Then she screwed up, adding she arrived at her front door with her food right around 8pm. Home sweet home.
That’s where the cop remembers her 1hr15min morning commute and realizes— she didn’t catch her usual train home, and she never went back to the office after her lunch break. Her usual commute home last night, however, somehow took her 3hrs, leaving 1hr 45min of unaccounted-for time (make that 1hr 30min to account for the Chinese takeout stop on her walk home) she had directly lied to him about having had at all, lying that she caught her usual train after leaving the office for it at her usual 5 pm, got Chinese to-go walking home from the train, then arrived home like normal.
The song heavily implies she killed someone on her lunch break, hid the body the rest of the workday (not returning to her office), then got rid of the body in a way that didn’t point at her when it started to get dark, stop raining, and the first commuter train out was gone along with all its curious eyeballs.
She took the next commuter train home, one hour later than usual, so leaving just after 6pm. Her commute from office to home front door takes 1hr 45 min.
@discobiscu Chinese takeout takes maybe 15-30min, max, to order and grab. She gets to her front door with it right around 8 pm. Telling the cop that time was her one mistake that instantly revealed the false alibi she gave him for the prior afternoon and evening. <br /> <br /> BOOM. Her alibi was terrible and unconvincing as hell, overselling and full of Freudian slips, but it just needed some ultra simple reasoning/math remembered from her earlier oral alibi that nailed her for murder. <br /> <br /> The song is so dark, tense, and somber in tone, ending with the singer’s realization she just screwed up royally and the cop noticed. She’s going to prison for decades for this. And she almost got away but for one small mistake with the cop.
@discobiscu You obviously don't speak English as a first language, since you didn't get that what she meant by "being blue" is a metaphor for being depressed, sad, and lonely. And there are many inconsistencies with your theory. As entertaining as it would be to have the protagonist to have killed someone (maybe a rapist, since the mention of Marilyn French is a weird allusion to this as she did write once that men were rapists) it's not what the lyrics are conveying at all. Also you didn't pick up on the fact that she lit her seventh cigarette in the afternoon implying she had smoked several times during the day. A habit of smoking. It didn't mean she had seven cigarettes all at once. And being as how she took a train to get to work, how would she go off somewhere with a body in tow? The lost hour or so of her from going home from work could be that she took a walk or that when she stopped to get Chinese food, that it did take a while. She could have walked to a Chinese take out joint to obtain it, or taken the bus, or whatever the case was. She just wanted Chinese food. She also mentions living without aim, which means one of two things. That she had no sense (or awareness) of living like a robot or a slave (to the system) and she was just realizing that, or that she had no sense of living on the edge (meaning she plots her daily life just as a routine) but I opt for the first meaning. She didn't really know how much of a rut she was in. Before someone came along. That someone could have actually ruined her life, and she was now living a different life and remembering how her life was before, maybe even grieving a bit. Her life was boring and mundane but at least it was her life. Also in standard practice, a cop or a detective, would not be coming to her so soon. They have to do things like autopsies and contact anyone connected to any murder victim first. So your theory, while wild and entertaining, is full of holes.