there-is-still-some-liquor-left:

hozier: here’s a love song about satan clandestinely falling in love with a human woman, here’s another about rotting in a field with my sweetheart and getting eating by the local fauna, and finally here is one about being reincarnated as a shrike and skewering small rodents onto my beloved’s thorns, who, of course, reincarnated into a thorny plant…as a shrike does

me, every time: