#NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN

[jensenacklestrash]

aaron taylor-johnson’s esquire photoshoot (these 5 especially) is giving “work song” by hozier

#tell me i’m wrong #no grave can hold my body down #aaron johnson #aaron taylor johnson #work song #hozier

[flowerflamestars]

Timeloop snippet

Eris Vanserra was born in a land where magic lived. Alive under his fathers hands, shaped  by a raised voice, his mothers tears, changed and shifted by the year or the day, the stars and his brothers, the sun and his bothers.

Old was Autumn, bloodied long before Eris had looked through the ancient hungry trees with a childs smoke spark eyes. No amount of the blood that indeed followed had fully shaken wonder from him. Horror and hate held fast, won often, but Eris was not man who discounted what was wild of faery, even if it existed outside his reach. The Courts were older still, but not eternal. What was truly immortal, among immortals, was what Elain Archeron had in her damned garden shed. Eris watched, still past stone, body screaming warning, as she slipped past him, light summer gown trailing flagstone, just to croon hello and rap her knuckles against the wide iron rim as though she were entering a building. Her head tipped- hearing what he could not, as though Eris could hear anything at this moment over his own heart, rendered prey by greater power- Elain smiled down into murky, glowing water, before twisting to grin over her shoulder. “It was lonely,” Expression gentle, a little line forming between her intriguing eyes, their darkness catching otherworldly light. “They buried it again. Alone in the dirt.”

#siblings rewriting the world to save their siblings? YES #Sauve ass Eris: I am an expert in what is old and arcane and impossible #Elain with a sunflower in her hair: Hi! #meet my friend Primordial Creation #she likes your death puppy from another world too! #these bitches are going to fall so horrifically in love #every longing look! #Elain remembers and Eris forgets! #and STILL #it is true 'Elain is Elain' in an actual good way #that Lucien and Nesta BOTH just roll with Elain wanting to chat with Lucien's brother #and coming out of that with a deranged valuable murder pet every life #no grave can hold my body down

[lil-geminii]

Forever with you

#no grave can hold my body down #i’ll crawl home to her

[mafaldaknows]

Andrew makes a good point, but still … 🥹❤️‍🔥

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #work song #no grave can hold my body down #I’ll crawl home to her #omg this song #omg this man #oh that laugh #the hoziest #standards #absolute horror film #he’s not wrong #hozier addict #hozier addiction

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

since its spring again king of scars and rule of wolves are extra relevant again. don’t ask me why, but I’m once again losing my mind because

“then I will love her from my grave”

what in the hozier is that?

#king of scars #rule of wolves #nikolai lantsov #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai and zoya #six of crows #no grave can hold my body down #i’ll crawl home to her #springtime

[the-caffeinated-potato]

I was re-reading house of hades after the PJo show (as one does). BRO WORK SONG BY HOZIER HAS NO JOB ACTING AS THE BG MUSIC FOR THE BOOK.

#percy jackson #hereos of olympus #hozier #BRO HOZIER NEEDS TO STOP BREAKING MY HEART #no grave can hold my body down #SOMEONE HOLD ME (down)

[kalemakar]

goddamn i want to love someone the way hozier writes songs 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

#WHEN MY TIME COMES AROUND #LAY ME GENTY IN THE COLD DARK EARTH #NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN #ILL CRAWL HOME TO HER #hozier

[tapiocapearls2]

i find it incredibly amusing how my favorite Hozier song, Work Song, fits SO MUCH with both my all-time-favorite couples for whom i would die for in a heartbeat (hualian and aziracrow) like LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT THIS SHIT.

#NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN #I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER #hualian #tgcf #good omens #aziracrow #xie lian #hua cheng #aziraphale #crowley #hozier #work song #love

[socialmediasocrates]

thinking some thinking thoughts about an orphan who wanted to be a wizard and another orphan that wanted to be a knight (and they both got physically dragged to hell but they got better...eventually)

#bg3 rolan #rolan x tav #i have no idea if i'll ever post this full thing #it's extremely self indulgent #really just a one off idea that i was enabled into actually writing #mothspeak #with pace and a fury defiant #no grave can hold my body down

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Hey lil boo (with the intention of howling your name across the bog.)

#wuthering heights #jane eyre #hozier #no grave can hold my body down #i’ll crawl home to her #doomed love

[flowerflamestars]

Timeloop snippet

Several seconds and several centuries later, Eris raised his head from the moonlit water. Starker from above then head on, sharpened into something that did not strictly suggesting living to human sensibility, utterly enthralling to Elain’s eyes. All bone and brightness, a better shock of color than what the silver, massive moon gave. Those cheekbones. His mouth, softer a savage line than it had any right to be. Eris Vanserra, who’d given her the words to tear eternity apart, quiet on his knees. “It worked.” Not a question. Perhaps an excuse for the look his cast up at her, that still, lurking wonder that made Elain feel twenty and a thousand at once, like fizz in her veins. Flowering. Finding- Eris, constant in the endless ocean of her life, dark under light and blinding light in this dark.  She’d find a way to say it back- to say it right. “You remember?” One brow, raised high, before Eris gave in entirely and smiled. “We should find them.” The water hardly shifted. A wound and a wonder and no current at all, just fascination. Just Eris, on his feet, offering his arm like he really thought she might not take it, after all these years. “We,” Elain repeated, agreed, unable abruptly not to laugh. “We should.”

#insane for this sibling team up literally destroying the world to save their siblings #timelines and whole lives lived and died! #for this! #back to the pond and on to something better #timeloop canon is truly like: he gave her a dog! #told her how to break time! #BELIEVED SHE COULD DO IT #hundreds of years of correspondence #Elain crashing in Autumn whenever #(Eris losing his mind. every. single. time) #Raising a grumpy Vanserra teenager! #no grave can hold my body down #this draft is curing in salt and sugar like a delicacy #it is not ready but it is PROMISING

[folkloreromancr]

hozier was so real for writing work song. like what do you mean i'm so full of love i could barely eat??? what do you mean when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth??? what do you mean no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her??? what do you mean i didn't care how long i lived but i swear i thought i dreamed her??? what do you mean she put her love down soft and sweet in the low lamplight, i was free???

#hozier #work song #NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN #ILL CRAWL HOME TO HIM #!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[loungemermaid]

Finnick death denier all the way 😌😌😌😌

I literally cannot accept any other truth. He’s FINE. He might be a little banged up and probably doesn’t have all his limbs and probably has scars and isn’t “pretty” anymore but he doesn’t care at all and everyone is happy and FINE.

He’s not dead. Certainly not.

#mer.txt #I do have a fic about it #no grave can hold my body down #on my ao3 #it’s…. it’s weird but I love it #finnick deals with limb loss and homoerotic friendship with Peeta #because I couldn’t resist rubbing my gay hands all over it #it’s planned but not finished yet

[oscarisaacasimov]

Work Song is a literal work song!?

This song's POV is someone in a labor camp.

No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her is not just "this loving is so good, I’ll resurrect to get some more" but "I am trapped in a physically bad place, and death is my best chance of going home"

Nina Simone, a noted Hozier influence, also wrote a "Work Song" https://genius.com/Nina-simone-work-song-lyrics and this is a deliberate homage. The tempo and regular beat of Hozier's "Work Song" fit exactly as a work song (compared with To Be Alone which has a changing time signature and changing tempo).

First verse:

Boys workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Seems to be set in the American South and not Ireland. Hozier takes 4 couplets to talk about his hunger, this repetition fits the genre of work songs and also seems to be a literal need for food, not just a yearning. Middle verse:

Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did

Our guy is in an altered state both now and at the time of this memory - drunken, fevered, probably dreaming. His baby forgave him before for the drinking and the "wrong he did", so he hopes to reunite when his current ordeal ends. Past and present are blurring, his picture of home and safety with "walls around" and "an empty crib" has been colored by his confinement in jail.

Final Verse:

My baby never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me When I was kissing on my baby And she put her love down soft and sweet In the lowland plot I was free Heaven and hell were words to me

Our narrator seems to have done some real harm, a sin beyond drunkenness or lust, causing guilt and his jail sentence. The final couplet, I often see written as "In the low lamplight I was free" which is a nice sensual moment, but the official lyrics are more powerful:

"In the lowland plot I was free" At the moment of his unglamorous death and burial, he is ready to "crawl home to her" covering the physical distance between them, rejoicing in his freedom from jail, God, and even death itself.

#hozier #work song #andrew please #I've been listening wrong for 8 years #no grave can hold my body down #ill crawl home to her #in the lowland plot i was free #nina simone #Youtube

[ratgirlcommunist]

I would like to have a Hozier discography type of relationship please.

#hozier #lesbian #relationship #lgbtlove #give me a gf #im lonely #no grave can hold my body down #music

[rose-blooms-red]

Chapter 3: “It’s peculiar,” Krell says, “that something like you would be subject to a blessing by the Force.”

Hardcase freezes, manages not to choke on his panic but only barely. Glares even harder and wishes for some explosives or a blaster or something to wipe that fucking look off of Krell’s face.

“Though,” Krell continues, “maybe it is meant to be a punishment. CT-5196 surely thinks so.”

#no grave can hold my body down #star was #the clone wars #hardcase/tup/dogma #clone trooper hardcase #clone trooper tup #clone trooper dogma #ro'swriting #mywriting