#‘perched in the dark / telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear / like it could be love / i could be the way forward ->’

[likedaylighht]

Fun fact I still associate cowboy like me with driving around the rich as fuck neighborhoods in Arizona after opening night

#like mansions and cactus and sunset and mountains? #to the sound of perched in the dark telling all the rich folk anything they wanna hear #the vibes were immaculate

[thedeadthree]

AYRENN URTHEMIEL (the exile) // VERLAINE VICENTE (the golden rose)

MINA MORGANTHAU (when twilight strikes) // VIORELE IORGOVAN (vtm: parliament of knives)

the loveliest @leviiackrman tagged me to do this cutest template for some of my ocs! ty so much jess! 🖤

tagging: @griffin-wood, @blackreaches, @confidentandgood, @chuckhansen, @risingsh0t, @marivenah, @queennymeria, @preachercuster, @jackiesarch, @yennas, @saintsilver, @shellibisshe, @cobb-vanthss, @loriane-elmuerto, @blissfulalchemist, @arklay, @adelaidedrubman, @florbelles, @belorage, @amistrio, @steelport, @nokstella, @rosebarsoap, @celticwoman, @sunsetseasons, @aceghosts, @hoesephseed, @jacobseed and you!

#only if you want to of course! 🌿💚 #catching up on some tags! ✨🥺 thank you again jess this was the cutest!!!!! #im super late to this if you’ve done this already as well please feel free to ignore 🤍🤧 #im especially looking by how fitting the songs are for ayrenn and verlaine AHH #ayrenns for sure captures the painted phoenix and the persona she portrayed to the public! especially her opponents! #and cowboy like me……… verlaine and rafs song it’s theirs now they’ve claimed it THATS IT ✨😤 #‘youre a cowboy like me / perched in the dark / telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear / i could be the way forward’ #‘perched in the dark / telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear / like it could be love / i could be the way forward ->’ #‘only if they pay for it / your a bandit like me / eyes full of stars / hustling for the good life / never thought I’d meet you here.’ #SCEPTER RED ifykyk on vioreles clan sksnjxjx ✨😌 i was looking through the Pantone colors and came across it! it was so fitting! ✨😌 #and i really do love Mina’s aesthetic sm ✨🥺 her and Eddie if they lived in the same verse would be besties for sure ✨😌 #leg.tagged #leg.ocs #leg.edit #ill catch up on the rest tomorrow my brain is a fried egg ✨🤧 #but jess! Ty so much for the tag this was so lovely to do for the loves! 🖤🥺 #these also took me a SECOND to research into flower symbolism/ colors / AND animals and the music but i loved doing these! #blood tw #smoking tw #just in case! #IF I MISSED ANYONE PLEASE TAKE THIS AS UR TAG ✨🥺

[erosedits]

You're a cowboy like me, perched in the dark. Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear, like it could be love. I could be the way forward only if they pay for it.

#selenapastel #taylor swift #evermore #aesthetic #tswift #tswiftdaily #tswiftlyrics #tswiftedit #evermore aesthetic #evermore moodboard #cowboy like me #taylor swift moodboard #taylor swift aesthetic #moodboard taylor swift #random #moodboard #moodboards #random moodboard #random moodboards #aesthetic moodboard #random icons #mb #psd 109

[pinkorchidsinspring]

I just would like to bring up this heavenly cover, (if you haven’t watched her cover of this you need to) because I have many things to say after reading comments, and just watching it.

(This cover aired October, 2014)

I love that she’s so “straight” that not only did she not change the pronouns, but her and the interviewer said the song was from a woman’s perspective.

Let’s simply go through the lyrics shall we? Here’s a little key for my organized babes reading my complicated explanation 😘

Orange: Karlie

Pink: Taylor

Blue: 1989

Green: evermore

I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations

Taylor was scared of pretty girls, does that sound like any supermodel we know?

This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City

Taylor quit her life back home in Pennsylvania & Nashville and headed to New York City, and lived near who? Cornelia street anyone?

This living situation obviously resulted in quite the album called “1989”.

This video came out on October 9th, 2014, it was obviously promo for 1989 which came out October 27th, 2014.

We obviously know and realize that part of 1989 is about Diana Aragon and Taylor’s relationship with her.

We also realize that by the time both this interview and 1989 came out Taylor had publicly known Karlie for 11 months.

However this Victoria’s Secret fashion show⬇️ was actually taped in November of 2013, so they had officially known each other almost a full year privately.

So the way she didn’t change any pronouns and was so happy singing it because of this lack of change, implys her happiness with whatever relationship they had going on. Whether that be platonic or romantic.

This cowboy's running from himself

Taylor is running from herself and the pain she caused herself with her last relationships. And of course Incidentally references her not yet planned 9th studio album.

And the song called “cowboy like me”

You're a cowboy like me, Perched in the dark

Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

Eyes full of stars

Hustling for the good life (fame +riches)

Never thought I'd meet you here (at a VS fashion show? 😏)

It could be love

Wonder who that songs about… anyway-

And she's been living on the highest shelf

Karlie is a supermodel, she makes bank, and gets the highest tier treatment.

Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen

(Michelle pfeiffer left, karlie kloss right) If you skip to 2:20 in the video, Taylor cannot keep a straight face simply out of anticipation to sing this lyric. She’s grinning up to her eyes. 💗

A little bit self explanatory why this cover wasn’t done just for promo isn’t it?

Taylor communicates with us. People just don’t listen.

Link to my other song analysis’

#karlie kloss #taylors version #taylor swift #gaylor swift #kaylor #blondie #gay icons #tay tay #all of the girls you loved before #gaylor #riptide #a woman’s perspective #supermodel #cowboy like me #evermore #t.s. 1989 #cover #victoria secret #closeted #Youtube #lyric analysis

[eldritch-thrumming]

you're a cowboy like me.

you're a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear like it could be love, i could be the way forward, only if they pay for it.

Steve is good at reading people. He always has been. He can spot an easy mark a mile away. He knows what to look for, knows that it’s always the older, lonely women, the ones who wear their pearls and their diamonds to lunch on a Tuesday afternoon, draped in black velvet and satin, ancient fur coats hanging off their shoulders, that will eat up his words and his casual touches like peppermint candies. 

Steve’s been working his way through Westchester and the Hamptons for three summers now, which generally means he knows practically everyone there is to know. Everyone worth knowing. So when a stranger in black leather and pressed trousers crashes a Friday night at the country club, everyone takes notice.

Steve’s in the formal dining room, surrounded by Marie—his date—and her girlfriends and their husbands, when Bill Weatherstone stands from his spot next to his wife to greet the stranger who’d just been led to their table by the club’s hostess. Conversation at the table comes to a stop so abruptly Steve would find it funny, if he wasn’t so suspicious of this new stranger. The newcomer has long, curly dark hair pinned out of his face in a ponytail at the back of his neck and big, innocent-looking eyes. When he smiles and clasps Bill’s hand in both of his in greeting, Steve makes note of the dimples on his cheeks. 

The stranger isn’t wearing a sports coat, which means he’s technically not supposed to be allowed to sit at their table, but Bill is the president of the club’s board and Steve knows he can generally do whatever the hell he wants. Money will do that.

“Ladies, gentlemen, this is the new associate at the firm,” Bill’s booming voice rings out, so loud that the chatter from the surrounding tables dies out a little as other diners turn to look at them. Steve notices that several other club members eye the stranger suspiciously as well. “Just started up with us last week. Eddie Munson, here’s the gang.” He makes a sweeping gesture around the table. “Gang, Eddie Munson.” He claps Munson on the shoulder before returning to his seat.

Munson turns his blinding smile on the rest of the table while he pulls out the empty chair next to Bill and drops down into it. He’s not graceful about it, but there is a certain charm in the rough-around-the-edges, wrong-side-of-the-tracks vibe he’s got going on. If you like that sort of thing. Steve doesn’t, but he knows that there’s several women sitting in this room who would eat Eddie Munson up like creme brûlée. Steve can't help but scowl down at his plate. 

~*~

After that first night, Steve starts seeing Munson everywhere. He’s at all the club events, in the club’s dining room every Friday night, and he’s somehow gotten himself invited to all the best parties. He’s always close to Bill or sometimes Jasper Jenkins, the club’s treasury director. 

Steve is still suspicious of Munson, but he hasn’t caused any problems with Steve’s particular favorites this season, so Steve just continues to give the outsider a wide berth and mind his own business. He’s done this long enough to see others come and go. Sometimes he can feel Munson’s eyes trail after him as he leads one of his ladies to a darkened corner or out onto the terrace for a closer look at the stars and some privacy. 

About three week’s after Munson first enters the country club, Steve is invited to a poker game in the club’s basement. He doesn’t usually get invited to these kinds of things; he tends to stay close to the women, accompanying them on their days out shopping and listening to them complain about their husbands or how their children never call at their private teas and lunches. Cozying up to the married men isn’t really his idea of a good time and it’s certainly not what he’s here for, but occasionally, he has to put in an appearance or two.

Steve’s shit at poker. He loses three hands before he has to tap out of the game altogether. The room is full of club members and younger women, the air smokey from cigars. The club’s pianist plays in the corner, but no one pays him any mind beyond stuffing a few bills into the glass he’s got sitting on the piano when they pass him by. The women are half naked and giggling, skin smooth and pink as they sit in the laps of old men. The poker room has several doors leading off of it and Steve shudders to think what’s happening behind each one. Steve may sleep with married women, but at least those women have class; they’re hurting and neglected, cast aside by their greedy husbands. They’re looking for companionship, closeness, more than sex; all the things Steve’s more than happy to give them if their husbands won’t. These men are just pigs. 

Steve’s been down here only a few times before. He vaguely remembers the way to the restroom and he tries to follow the winding, wood-paneled hallways using muscle memory. He pushes open a dark wooden door down in a quiet corner, a little further from the poker room than he remembers. The room is dark when he enters, a single table lamp lighting up the space. Steve’s mouth drops open, shock paralyzing him in the doorway. In the corner, Munson is pushed up against the wall, head thrown back with Bill Weatherstone’s lips attached to his neck. Munson’s hand is gripping at Bill’s thinning hair and his eyes meet Steve’s. A slow smile spreads across Munson’s face as he meets Steve’s gaze and he shoots Steve a wink before making a shooing motion with his free hand. Steve backs out of the room quietly, pulling the door closed behind him, his face burning red. His hand pulls at the knot in his tie, mouth suddenly dry as he makes his way back to the card game. Steve doesn’t even need to make his excuses to anyone back at the game, just grabs his jacket and flees the club.

Later that night, after he’s taken Marie out to the opera and delivered her safely home to her Manhattan townhouse, Steve lays in his bed and remembers the look on Munson’s face, the way he’d smiled at Steve with heavy lids, vision cloudy through the dark. 

Steve was good at reading people. He always had been, until he’d met Eddie Munson.

~*~

shoutout to @richhietozier for leaving some beautiful tags on one of my rotten brain au posts.

#steddie fanfic #steddie #steddie fanfiction #eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #steveddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steddie blurb #inspired by Taylor Swift cowboy like me lolololo #I worked in a country club in my early twenties and I always got in trouble for letting people sit in the formal dining room #without sports coats or wearing jeans #that was a horrible job lol the men were GROSS!!!!

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

cowboy like me . . . levi x reader

you return form your trip to find levi isn't quite the same as when you left. part 3/4

angst, post-war, ptsd, panic attacks, insomnia, eventual comfort

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

you're a cowboy like me / perched in the dark / telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

It had been a few hours since you’d gotten back from your trip. It had been lovely, you told Levi, and he listened eagerly to every word you had to say about it as you sat in the cushioned chair opposite him in the window of the teashop.

“The water is absolutely gorgeous this time of year! And there were so many little shops along the shore, it was adorable,” you gushed. “I’ll have to take you sometime when we can get away from work.”

Levi nodded, a small smile gracing his features. The three days you had been gone were hell to him, so he was as glad as ever to have you back. He had also decided that he needed some time with you to himself, so the two of you were going out to lunch at a little cafe just around the corner from the shop.

You grabbed your purse and took Levi’s hand as the two of you made your way out of the shop, down the street, and to the cafe. It was a quaint little place that reminded you of the teashop. It had butter yellow curtains around the windows and the smell of bread lofted beautifully in the air.

As the two of you sat at your table, Levi took your hand in his, strands of his charcoal black hair falling into his face. You looked up into his eyes, trying to make sense of what you saw there. 

“I’m glad to have you here. I really missed you,” he said.

You gazed back at him sincerely. “I missed you too, a lot.”

Levi ordered a soup and you ordered a fish sandwich, both of them being known Marleyan specialties. The both of you enjoyed your food for a while, engaging in mild small talk.

“So, how’s the teashop doing?” you asked.

“It’s been good,” he answered. “Gabi and Falco made sure to help me out while you were gone– stocking the shelves, filing orders, the usual.”

You nodded solemnly. “Is there anything . . . else you wanna talk about?”

Levi paused for a moment, considering. “No.”

You gave him a discerning look. “Levi, I know something’s wrong. What happened while I was gone?”

Thoughts started flooding through Levi’s head. How his entire life leading up to this point left a pile of bodies behind him.

Erwin .

He felt the blood of hundreds on his hands.

Petra .

He could’ve done something, anything, to stop the Rumbling.

Hange .

The heartbreak went back much further than the war.

Furlan. Isabel. Kuchel.

Your voice snaps him out of his trance.

“Levi?”

He looks up, emotion clouding his face. “I- it’s just dreams. I kept seeing them every night while you were gone. It’s nothing new.”

He looked away from your eyes, sipping his drink.

You considered the situation for a moment. “Do you wanna talk about it?” you asked hesitantly.

Levi looked into your eyes again, pausing for a moment before answering. “No. I just want to spend time with you.”

You nodded, respecting his decision. “Hey. Listen to me.”

This caught his attention. He leaned forward slightly, eager to hear what you had to say.

“You’re gonna be okay, okay? We’re gonna be okay. We’ll figure this out together, because that’s what we do.”

He nodded, a look of acceptance on his face. “Okay. And– thank you.”

The two of you chatted lightheartedly while finishing your food. When you had paid the bill and left, you walked down the busy town street and sat at the park for a while, taking things in. You knew the journey wouldn’t be easy, but as long as you stood by your husband and supported him, the two of you could heal your old wounds.

like it could be love / I could be the way forward / only if they pay for it . . .

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #captain levi #attack on titan x reader #aot fic #aot fluff

[theoldtaylors]

AND THE TENNIS COURT WAS COVERED UP WITH SOME TENT LIKE THING AND YOU ASKED ME TO DANCE BUT I SAID DANCING IS A DANGEROUS GAME OHH I THOUGHT THIS IS GONNA BE ONE OF THOSE THINGS NOW I KNOWW IM NEVER GONNA LOVE AGAIN IVE GOT SOME TRICKS UP MY SLEEVE TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE YOURE A COWBOY LIKE ME NEVER WANTED LOVE JUST A FANCY CAR NOW IM WAITING BY THE PHONE LIKE IM SITTING IN AN AIRPORT BAR YOU HAD SOME TRICKS UP YOUR SLEEVE TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE YOURE A COWBOY LIKE ME PERCHED IN THE DARK TELLING ALL THE RICH FOLKS ANYTHING THEY WANNA HEAR LIKE IT COULD BE LOVE I COULD BE THE WAY FORWARD ONLY IF THEY PAY FOR IT YOURE A BANDIT LIKE ME EYES FULL OF STARS HUSTLING FOR THE GOOD LIFE NEVER THOUGHT ID MEET YOU HERE IT COULD BE LOVE WE COULD BE THE WAY FORWARD AND I KNOW ILL PAY FOR IT AND THE SKELETONS IN BOTH OUR CLOSETS PLOTTED HARD TO FUCK THIS UP AND THE OLD MEN THAT IVE SWINDLED REALLY DID BELIEVE I WAS THE ONE AND THE LADIES LUNCHING HAVE THEIR STORIES ABOUT WHEN WE PASSED THROUGH TOWN BUT THAT WAS ALL BEFORE I LOCKED IT DOWN NOW YOU HANG FROM MY LIPS LIKE THE GARDENS OF BABYLON WITH YOUR BOOTS BENEATH MY BED FOREVER IS THE SWEETEST CON IVE HAD SOME TRICKS UP MY SLEEVE TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE YOURE A COWBOY LIKE ME AND IM NEVER GONNA LOVE AGAIN OH IM NEVER GONNA LOVE AGAIN

#TXT

[addamsology]

Now Hang From my Lips (Like the Gardens of Babylon)

alternative universe, the bright side of things.

A squeal interrupted Wednesday's train of thought.

She stood up straight from crouching next to her DVD player, her head turning in the direction of the ear-piercing noise. "Enid? Why are you-"

Wednesday was cut off by Enid rushing into the room, a dumb grin on her face, and two black cowboy hats in her hand. Wednesday blinks, looking between Enid and the hats. She was sure she had thrown those away a while ago. 

"Why did I find these gems in your closet, Wednesday?" 

"You were supposed to be looking for a sweater, not this."

Enid hushed Wednesday, holding the hats out to her. They were a little dusty, it had been at least six or seven years since she had last worn one. They were a stupid joke between her and Bianca during high school, she wasn't sure why she never threw them away. "Why do you have these, hm? Are you a secret cowboy?"

"No. No, I am not." Wednesday sighed. "They were a gift from a friend, that's all." She attempted to take them from Enid but the blonde was faster, swiping them away. "Well, ex-girlfriend but that doesn't matter." 

Enid's socked feet slid across the wooden floor until her toes hit the edge of the rug, pushing the hat onto Wednesday's head. She took a step back to admire her work, lips pursed and brows furrowed. "It's missing something."

Before Wednesday could even voice her opinion, Enid was out of the room, dashing back soon enough. She grabbed Wednesday's chin, positioning her face right, and sticking a fake mustache on her face. Firstly, why did Enid just have those at her disposal, and secondly, why wasn't Wednesday piercing a dagger into her heart? 

"Why do you have those, Enid?" Wednesday asked with her face scrunched up. "Actually - I don't want to know."

Enid giggled. She slipped a hat onto her own head, alongside a fluffy fake mustache on her face. "You look cute, Partner." Enid put on a fake (and horrible) Southern accent with a wink.

"We're supposed to be watching The Shining, Enid. You finally agreed."

"We can another time." Enid smiled and suddenly Wednesday didn't really care too much about it. "I get the gist, with the Johnny dude and stuff."

"Johnny dude?" Wednesday made a face and it looked like a part of her had died inside - Enid just laughed. "Then what is your plan for-" Her jaw shut abruptly as the sound of Taylor Swift started playing in her apartment.

And the tennis court was covered up

With some tent-like thing

And you asked me to dance

But I said, "Dancing is a dangerous game"

Oh, I thought

This is gonna be one of those things

Now I know

I'm never gonna love again

Enid sang dramatically and off-key in Wednesday's direction, grabbing the other girl's hands with a big grin on her face. "C'monn, Weds!" 

Wednesday scoffs but she can't help but notice the weird feeling in her chest as Enid giggles and sings along. "I'd rather not sing to this monstrosity. And I thought I told you not to call me that." Wednesday complains, Enid faking a gasp in return. 

I've got some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me

Never wanted love

Just a fancy car

Now I'm waiting by the phone

Like I'm sitting in an airport bar

You had some tricks up your sleeve

Takes one to know one 

"I never said you had to sing." Enid loosely wrung her arms around Wednesday's shoulders, swaying side to side. "Now dance with me, Partner."

You're a cowboy like me

Perched in the dark

Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

Like it could be love

I could be the way forward

Only if they pay for it

"Fine, but if you tell anyone about this I'll-"

"Murder me or something that you'll never actually do?" Enid moved Wednesday's hands to her waist. "Your life would be boring without me."

"Maybe you're right-" Wednesday nods. "-Sherriff." That gets a giggle from the taller girl.   

You're a bandit like me

Eyes full of stars

Hustling for the good life

Never thought I'd meet you here

It could be love

We could be the way forward

And I know I'll pay for it

"I can't believe you don't like Taylor Swift, she's basically my mother," Enid says, not noticing just how Wednesday was looking at her. Well, until she does. Enid takes a double take, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Why're you-"

Wednesday was the one to cut Enid off this time. She leaned up slightly, cupping Enid's face, and closing the gap between them. It's short, sweet, the tips of their hats tipping each other upwards, and Wednesday pulls away first. 

Enid was blushing and if Wednesday could, she would be. "I can't believe you like this ear torture."

You're a cowboy like me

Perched in the dark

Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

Like it could be love

I could be the way forward

Only if they pay for it

Enid kissed Wednesday this time, it was just as short as the first. Wednesday looked a little dumbfounded as if she didn't just do the same thing to Enid. "Oh, are we not doing that now?" The blonde asks, a short laugh escaping her lips as she finished her sentence.

"Touché." 

"Touché indeed."

Cowboy Like Me, Taylor Swift

AO3 LINK

#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #oneshot #fluff #cowboy hats #first kiss #quilkns #T.B.S.O.T AU

[moonyhigh]

~☾~

You're a cowboy like me

Perched in the dark

Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

Like it could be love

I could be the way forward

Only if they pay for it

~☆~

You're a bandit like me

Eyes full of stars

Hustling for the good life

Never thought I'd meet you here

It could be love

We could be the way forward

And I know I'll pay for it

~☪︎~

Now you hang from my lips

Like the Gardens of Babylon

With your boots beneath my bed

Forever is the sweetest con

ac - likeafunerall

#you're a cowboy like me #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #cowboy remus lupin

[inejschumacher]

Day 13 of Via’s Taycember

pairing: lance stroll x reader

wc: 0.7k

cw: references to sex, thievery, fear

an: cowboy lance is my roman empire

And the tennis court was covered up with some tent-like thing and you asked me to dance but I said, "Dancing is a dangerous game"

Haunted by the ghosts of past love and betrayal, it had seemed. The tennis court of the country club was covered with white sheets, held up by poles, giving it the image of a tent so easily toppled over by a breeze, if one would come.

Lance had stood on the far side of the court fence, nursing an empty glass of what might have held wine earlier in the day; more mysterious, a tall, handsome figure watching over the desolate backside of the bustling country club, music loud and laughs cheery.

He’d held his hand out, cool, pale, inviting, despite the years that had passed since the last time you had danced with someone. You kept your resolve, attempting to decline the offer, but the danger beckoned you, reflecting in your eyes the curiosity shining in his.

Oh, I thought, this is gonna be one of those things. Now I know I'm never gonna love again

At first, you thought it would be one of those passings of things. A singular dance, perhaps, perhaps another night shared, but as you intertwined your fingers with his, footsteps finding a symphonic rhythm, dancing less to the country club music and more to your own, you came to an odd realization: you would never love again not truly, not in the way you’d fallen in love with Lance, or at the very least, the idea of him.

I've got some tricks up my sleeve, takes one to know one. You're a cowboy like me, never wanted love, just a fancy car

You were a con artist; tricks and hoaxes were all you stored within reach of your fingers, past the watchful eyes of the awaiting vultures, ready to peck at whatever the vicious vipers had left of you. You had perfected your craft, hidden away all the wretched part of you, or so it had seemed. Because Lance had seen it the moment he lay eyes on you, the way you carried yourself, pretending to enjoy socializing, avoiding the dancing and the alcohol. Had known you were never here to search for love, lest you be blinded by your desires, perhaps including a fancy car such as a Mustang or Mercedes.

Now I'm waiting by the phone, like I'm sitting in an airport bar. You had some tricks up your sleeve, takes one to know one

More often than not, your chair held your weight as you found yourself waiting more and more often next to the phone you kept for your more private affairs, waiting for it to ring with Lance on the other side waiting for your greeting, much akin to the way one sits in an airport bar, alert, excited, wary.

You're a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear, like it could be love, I could be the way forward only if they pay for it

He was just like you, a cowboy perching in the darkness of society, coming out only when you needed to. You were easily shaped by your own needs, half-listening to whatever vile concept the rich folks believed in or wanted to discuss, rather than go against them and risk a plight.

It was a growing fear, slowly weighing you down from your perch, that the only way forward, or the only way Lance would take, would be through you, at the expense of them. The idea that you were ebony another so-called lover to swindle weighed your heart down, but it was too late to turn back. 

You're a bandit like me, eyes full of stars, hustling for the good life, never thought I'd meet you here. It could be love, we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it

The only way now was forward. You’d really seen through the masquerades Lance performed in, always the mastermind in his quest for the so-called good life. Never had you—nor Lance—ever thought you’d meet him in this charade, dancing with him amidst a whirl of lacy dresses and sewn-up trousers each to their own, and you felt as if you knew the only way you could move forward, if Lance had done away with you as he’d done with so many false lovers, was to leave you penniless and desolate.

And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up. And the old men that I've swindled really did believe I was the one. And the ladies lunching have their stories about when you passed through town, but that was all before I locked it down

The locks on the closet doors of your past grew weaker, threatening any day to break open and let all your wicked skeletons spill out, ready to tear down this fragile new thing called love. The old men, especially, were of the worst, truly believing you were the one for them, to keep them company as they withered away into the years. And the ladies had their endless stories of when Lance passed through town, calling him a ghost, a liar, a charmer, a wanderer.

But that was before you took matters into your own hands, and you found Lance rather than let him find you and a few simple gestures, a night of intimacy, and you'd locked him down.

Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon with your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con

It was a fragile thing, this romance, and it frightened you. So easily destructible, a simple spark and flame would catch, or a quaint raindrop and the storms would drown it all. Or perhaps it was all in your head, never existing despite how much every moment shared with Lance seemed to be real. And yet, his boots were there, beneath your bed, knocked over more and more often with the soft moans and sweet nothings; forever tasted so sweet, a con, but desirable, nonetheless.

You're a cowboy like me and I'm never gonna love again

#via’s taycember #lance stroll #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll fanfic #lance stroll fanfiction #lance stroll imagine #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 one shot #aston martin #cowboy like me #taylor swift #evermore #Spotify #fanfic #fanfiction

[nqds]

your a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folk anything they wanna hear

what??????

[artemis-fowled]

no bc listen its like. cowboy like me is such a blunder song and i’ll never be over it its like??

now im waiting by the phone like im sitting in an airport bar (every moment gob is waiting by the phone? that scene with kitty??) You had some tricks up your sleeve takes one to know one you're a cowboy like me (i dont think explanation is needed honestly) Perched in the dark telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear like it could be love I could be the way forward only if they pay for it (gob finding his worth in doing whatever it takes to make his dad proud- smth that will never happen, but going to extremes where he “sacrifices his body” for the family; kitty and lucille 2) you're a bandit like me eyes full of stars hustling for the good life never thought I'd meet you here it could be love we could be the way forward and I know I'll pay for it (because?? they are same and not same and they just, get each other- and they have this electric connection and gob does pay for it, he is humiliated at the parade and he is grieving bc he thinks tony is dead dead dead and confused bc of course there was a trap door but then whats happening rn and then he gets the body and he reaches out to tony! he gets the gay mafia off tony’s contract! and tony reciprocates so hard!)

the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up (bc like, theyre literally plotting and falling at the same time, gob is going to make tony fall in love with him and then break his heart/sabotage his career? tony is trying to get fakeblock money? and then theyre same and theyre not taking the chances given to allow them to complete their schemes, and then there’s cinco and ann and “gob’s straight?”and forget-me-nows and the gay mafia-)and the old men that i swindled really did believe i was the one and the ladies lunching have their stories about when he passed through town but that was all before i locked. it. down. (just thinking about gob flitting through relationships, about his sex work, about how we do see people-his girlfriends- do fall in love with him, and maybe it doesnt last but it does happen, and then theres tony and hes rebranded as the gay magician but he’s got that secret thing with sally and-) now he hangs from my lips like the gardens of babylon with his boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con (because! theyre together again! gob saved his career instead of sabotaging it! theyre going to do handstuff, theyre same and not same in all the right ways and come on, tony is so obviously enamored in the wall scene, iirc tony is the one to suggest hand stuff-)

love story of all time

#gob bluth #tony wonder #arrested development #ad #blunder #blunder ad #cowboy like me

[foxes-that-run]

Cowboy like me

CLM is a love story where 2 outsiders living a life as grifters meet at a wedding and fall in love unexpectedly. It's sweet, it can be viewed as a Haylor metaphor for 2 celebrities finding love when they weren't looking. Suburban Legends is very similar to this interpretation.

Lyrics

And the tennis court was covered up With some tent-like thing And you asked me to dance But I said, "Dancing is a dangerous game" Oh, I thought This is gonna be one of those things Now I know I'm never gonna love again

A marquee on a tennis court sounds like they are at a wedding. An alternative interpretation could be that Taylor is referring to when she had a Trampoline on her Tennis Court and wrote Everything Has Changed, 20 May 2012 when she and Harry got back together.

Dancing is a dangerous thing indicates they have chemistry and are trying to avoid being together. As in Delicate and So it Goes Taylor physical touch risks their relationship escalating

Taylor and Harry were both at Ed Sheeran’s wedding in a marquee, circus tent like thing in Suffolk, 7 September 2019. Taylor then went to Paris to record City of Lover 9 September, while Joe in Toronto. Harry MIA 2 - 12 September, other than wedding reports. Thanks @cntfightmydemonsthyknowhowtoswim for help with these dates

I've got some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me Never wanted love Just a fancy car Now I'm waiting by the phone Like I'm sitting in an airport bar You had some tricks up your sleeve Takes one to know one

Similar to in Suburban Legends where she “Didn’t come here to make friends / we were born to be suburban legends / when you hold me it holds me together” Taylor feels she loves her muse is not reciprocated. But she is now waiting by the phone.

She identify’s the muse as Harry who has an expensive car collection, she often refers to him as driving. Taylor used Harry’s cars to differentiate him from Joe in King of my Heart.

You're a cowboy like me Perched in the dark Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear Like it could be love I could be the way forward Only if they pay for it

Taylor and her muse are the same, to me 'cowboy like me' is a metaphor for them having the same job.

As in many Haylor songs this has commodified their love life, here the Rich folk (executives and fanbase) pay for it

You're a bandit like me Eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward And I know I'll pay for it

Taylor has found love in this unlikely place of industry networking but here she knows she will pay for that love. This price is emotional and the backlash she described in Slut! She also sings about not coming here for love in Suburban Legends

And the skeletons in both our closets Plotted hard to **** this up And the old men that I've swindled Really did believe I was the one And the ladies lunching have their stories about When you passed through town But that was all before I locked it down

Skeletons are secrets, here they are sentient, able to plot to mess it up. This is perhaps people with secret dealings or relationships.

On reputation Taylor referred to her other lovers as older than Harry, the youngest. (Ready for it?) and older men as playthings (don’t blame me). Taylor is saying the older men she’s dated have never had her heart but his muse does/

I hear the ladies who lunch as fans and media, gossip about them both. In Now that we don’t talk and Is it over now? Hearing rumours of her muse dating others was a problem, however she’s now locked it down and she is not a problem. This may be that she and her muse have reached an accord on this.

Now you hang from my lips Like the Gardens of Babylon With your boots beneath my bed Forever is the sweetest con

There is no evidence Gardens of Babylon existed so historians question if it is real or myth. Similar to the You are in Love lyric “no proof, not much” that speaks to the hidden relationship.

Taylor is sleeping with her muse, forever is the sweetest con could have multiple meanings, I hear it as she will be with her muse forever, hidden from the rich folk (us).

I've had some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one You're a cowboy like me

Taylor and her muse are living the same life, hustling to reach fame and fortune. She sees that her lover plays the same games as her. In To be so lonely Harry also referred to agreeing when Taylor called him on a trick, his trick was to talk to her because he missed her.

Taylor also refers to tricks in Ready for it “you’ve been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks”

And I'm never gonna love again I'm never gonna love again Mm, mm, oh, oh I'm never gonna love again

Never gonna love again could have a double meaning, either she will never love again because this muse is her forever muse, or she's sworn off love forever. To me, the proceeding verses are leading up to the first, this muse is her forever muse.

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[drops-of-universe]

You’re a cowboy like me, perched in the dark, telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear. we could be the way forward and i know ill pay for it

#takes one to know one

[masthya]

I only know taylor swift as someone who sucks ass at writing lyrics, what are the banger lyrics im missing??

lmao i totally get that. I think it will always be a bit of a personal preference thing, just like some ppl love some writing styles which others cant stand, same with lyrics.

I personally love the lyric writing that tells a good story i can see in my head, and the song creates an atmosphere which you can touch and even smell. I think Taylor's strength is in her storytelling, which shines through especially in folklore and evermore. I personally love "seven" ("Please picture me/In the weeds/Before I learned civility/I used to scream ferociously"), august ("To live for the hope of it all/Cancel plans just in case you'd call"), peace ("Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"), "illicit affairs" ("Leave the perfume on the shelf/That you picked out just for him/So you leave no trace behind/Like you don't even exist"), "champagne problems" ("Sometimes you just don't know the answer/'Til someone's on their knees and asks you"), "cowboy like me" ("Perched in the dark/Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear/Like it could be love/I could be the way forward/Only if they pay for it"), "'tis the damn season" ("We could call it even/You could call me babe for the weekend/'Tis the damn season, write this down/I'm stayin' at my parents' house/And the road not taken looks real good now"), "ivy" ("Oh, goddamn/My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand/Taking mine, but it's been promised to another/Oh, I can't/Stop you putting roots in my dreamland/My house of stone, your ivy grows/And now I'm covered in you").

Now every album she releases has its misses and its hits. I don't love "Lover" that much bc it's a bit too happy poppy for me, though the song "Lover" itself tells a very palpable feeling. Other songs I like are "All Too Well" ("And you call me up again just to break me like a promise/So casually cruel in the name of being honest"), "Dear John" ("Long were the nights when/My days once revolved around you/Counting my footsteps/Praying the floor won't fall through again"), "Back to December" ("It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you/Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine"), "The Story of Us" ("I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how/I never heard silence quite this loud"), "Clean" ("Ten months sober, I must admit/Just because you're clean don't mean you don't miss it"), "Begin Again" ("And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid/I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did"), "Don't Blame Me" ("Don't blame me, love made me crazy/If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right/Lord, save me, my drug is my baby/I'll be usin' for the rest of my life"), "Delicate" ("We can't make any promises/Now can we, babe?/But you can make me a drink").

Now many people have been dissing the latest album's cringey lyrics for a while, and while I hate them too (god the vigilante one is such a skip its unreal), i actually like some songs with cringey lyrics. "Anti-hero" really grew on me bc it's Taylor self-analising and talking about how she is her own worst critic, which is something we all experience, and I think she made it in a fun self-deprecating way in the song that still delivers the message. other songs in the album which i love and dont have those kinds of cringe lines are "you're on your own, kid" ("'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned/Everything you lose is a step you take"), "Lavander Haze" ("The only kind of girl they see (only kind of girl they see)/Is a one-night or a wife"), "High Infidelity" ("Do you really want to know where I was April 29th?/Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?"), "Would've, Could've, Should've" ("If I was some paint, did it splatter/On a promising grown man?/And if I was a child, did it matter/If you got to wash your hands?") (tbh I love all the lyrics in this song it's my fave atm).

Sorry for the long post! I really feel like Taylor's best lyrics are hidden away in her albums many times, but I do get how she gets called a good lyricist, because she is good at telling stories in them. I believe many people look at her stuff from a biased perspective most of the time bc of the way the media has portrayed her in part, and also bc she got a lot of hate from misogynists when she was young and it stayed around as mindless hate/disregard. She isnt the greatest ever but she's earned her reputation as a lyricist imo.

#my asks

[onlythebrave-91]

cowboy like me: odesta and everlark

there's a section of my playlsit dedicated to Odesta which features cowboy like me, It's Nice to Have a Friend, and Lover by Taylor Swift.

In my head, I imagine these songs playing at Annie and Finnick's wedding. These songs are primarily for them but they feel deeply relevant to Everlark as well. I can imagine them playing at the wedding and Katniss and Peeta (even with the hijacking), silently relating to them.

So, I want to write a little bit about one of these songs, cowboy like me, and the lyrics that feel relatable to both couples.

"And you asked me to dance

But I said, "Dancing is a dangerous game"

Oh, I thought

This is gonna be one of those things

Now I know

I'm never gonna love again"

For Odesta, "dancing" (ie. being in love) is dangerous because the Capitol doesn't want them to be publicly together. They want Finnick to be publicly single forever. So, being together, risking love, is dangerous.

For Everlark, Katniss feels like love is dangerous because of the trauma and cruelty she has experienced in the past. She finds it extremely difficult to admit even to herself, that she loves Peeta.

But, once they're both willing and able to love each other openly, they know there is no one else for them. There was no other option or version of reality in which they did not end up together.

_______________________

"You're a cowboy like me

Perched in the dark

Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

Like it could be love

I could be the way forward

Only if they pay for it"

This verse tells the sad stories of the couples pre-rebellion.

For Odesta it's about the Capitol people paying for Finnick's body and buying into the lies of his "handsome bachelor" image. Before the rebellion, as long as Finnick did what the Capitol asked of him and kept his image up, he and Annie could be together in secret. In other words, as long as they're paying for it and they're hearing what they want to hear, Annie and Finnick's love is possible (even in a limited way).

For Katniss and Peeta, this verse is simply about what the Capital gains off their romance (keeping Capitol people compliant).

_______________________

"You're a bandit like me

Eyes full of stars

Hustling for the good life

Never thought I'd meet you here

It could be love

We could be the way forward

And I know I'll pay for it"

When both the couples finally get their happy ending (even though Odesta's is very short-lived), neither of them thought they would ever get those moments. Before the rebellion, a wedding was unimaginable for Odesta and a relationship built on consent and mutual love (without the pressure or threats of the Capitol) was unimaginable for Everlark. Rebelling and risking their lives is a high price to pay for love, but is a price worth paying.

_______________________

"And the skeletons in both our closets

Plotted hard to fuck this up

And the old men that I've swindled

Really did believe I was the one

And the ladies lunching have their stories about

When you passed through town

But that was all before I locked it down"

The first part is pretty straightforward, they've all got skeletons in their closets. Long histories of trauma and pain and the Capitol getting in the way of their love.

For Odesta, the rest of the verse refers to Finnick "swindling" the people in the Capital by revealing their secrets and the "ladies lunching" would be the people who paid to use his body.

For Everlark, the old man that she's swindled is President Snow and the "ladies lunching" is Gale. For a long time, President Snow really believes hes won; he's so busy focusing on Katniss (being swindled) he doesn't notice Coin or district 13 (really did believe I was the one).

In the end, all Katniss is to Gale is a story from his past. Maybe he'll move on, get married, have kids of his own, but he'll never been in her life again. She'll be a character in the stories he tells to his kids, nothing more.

_______________________

"Now you hang from my lips

Like the Gardens of Babylon

With your boots beneath my bed

Forever is the sweetest con

I've had some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me

And I'm never gonna love again

I'm never gonna love again

Mm, mm, oh, oh

I'm never gonna love again"

And finally, the best part of this song. Nobody knows if the Gardens of Babylon were real. Some people believe they were real and some think they are myth.

Neither couple thought their love could be "real." Katniss doesn't allow herself to love truly. As long as the Capitol is threatening them, Peeta has a hard time knowing what parts of Katniss' love are genuine and what are not. Annie and Finnick think they will never be able to be together fully and publicly. In Mockingjay, that love is allowed to become real. All that beauty that they thought was just a myth, a figment of the imagination, becomes real.

Of all the work they've done and battles they've fought, the fight for love has been the greatest (the sweetest con). And now they are allowed to live simply, sharing a life and a space (with your boots beneath my bed).

#hunger games #annie cresta #finnick odair #odesta #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #media analysis #music #Spotify