Sweden: “gold rush” for Stockholm with Taylor Swift

Gold Rush lyrics

If I think about Taylor Swift's concerts in Sweden as part of the Eras Tour, two things come to mind: Stockholm Syndrome and the song "Gold Rush."

It's difficult and delicate to talk about Stockholm Syndrome, especially in such special conditions as these. No one is forcing Taylor Swift's fans to attend the concert. That they succumb to their passion and become dependent on her music is their choice, but there is no pressure on them. It's just an offer they can consider or not.

As for "Gold Rush," lyrics  here is a love story. I don't know between whom, but one side is chasing the other and declares they are quite tired of this effort, especially since there are no visible results.

The singer herself confesses the disappointment:

"I call you out on your contrarian shit
And the coastal town
We wandered 'round had never"

The positive thing is that she doesn't drown her pain in alcohol but settles for a tea that has already turned gray with age.
"Seen a love as pure as it
And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea"

My frustration is that I listened the song lyrics multiple times and couldn't figure out if she drank that tea or not. It seems the only one at an advantage was the merchant who sold the tea. In fact, an old saying goes that during the gold rush, most miners lost money, but those who sold them pickaxes, shovels, tents, and jeans made a nice profit. And here the story repeats itself.

The temptation is great, everyone is focused on the subject:
"Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you"

It's unclear if the effort is worth it despite the attraction, even the singer confesses:
"Everybody wants you
What must it be like
To grow up that beautiful?"

But I don't like a gold rush"

However, the abandonment doesn't seem absolute; maybe a small attempt is worth it. You never know, maybe this time things will fit:
"On waters so inviting
I almost jump in"

Every time I listen this song, I start wonder myself: Did she jump in or not? Probably, I must drink an old gray tea to find it.

Changing partner part of biological life cycle

black dog lyrics

Serious researchers have demonstrated that if you listen to a song, one of the following three things can happen: you pay attention to the melody without caring about the lyrics, or you focus on the lyrics without caring about the melody, or you pay attention to both the lyrics and the melody without being interested in either of them. And this happens because tortured poets department anthology is part of biological life cycle

I don't know in which of the situations mentioned above I listened to the song 'The Black Dog Bar' created by pop megastar Taylor Swift (The Anthology), but I can share the outcome of this adventure with you, an experience related to tortured poets department. Let's see my performance:

From the very beginning, things seemed to have a clear anthology
I was the one sharing secrets with you.
But that only happened until the moment when
you forgot to update your whereabouts
and left me alone
in a place where the absolute master was a black dog
and you, my partner,
instead of protecting me,
grabbed a drill from under the table
and started poking holes in my heart.

(By the way, what an ugly and loathsome habit!)

But what I can't understand
is why you ignore the black dog.
I can accept you being indifferent to me
but what has the dog done to deserve such enmity from you?

Accidentally,
someone nearby plays or hops on one foot
failing to do anything.
because he's young and inexperienced
and can only emit screams
that attract attention.

My heart, full of holes,
is now deeply shattered by unspoken yearnings.
I would like to open it again for you,
but it's impossible because there's nothing left of it,
just the holes and the drill.

It is also part of biological life cycle.

It was sheer madness
not to miss me in the shower.
I am still serious
and I would need a courageous partner
as envisioned in well-laid plans,
but my rain-soaked body
longs for a true smoke
while the one from the previous song stanza
continues to jump up on its own
and emits shrill screams.

To get out of this dirty mess
I started burning all the clothes,
only the tragic weave of our dreams remained
lost in suffocating
and foul-smelling smoke.
I think that's why the dog left too,
even though it was black,
it tucked its tail between its legs
and willingly entered an esoteric anthology.

The Anthology of black dog lyrics says all's fair in love and poetry