2. Florist is also a Finnish post-rockoriented band, formed in Mikko´s brain somewhere in the late 90´s but completed to an actual group in 2006 in Hamula, Siilinjärvi. Their diverse influenses include Mogwai, Magenta Skycode, Circle, Magyar Posse, Godspeed you! black emperor, The Cure, Joy Division, My Dad Is Dead, Echo & The Bunnymen, Editors, Interpol, Placebo, Bloc Party etc.
Florists are: Mikko Itkonen, Jukka Kekäläinen, Joona Ikonen, Sampsa Daavitsainen, Markku Pitkänen and Juha Soili.
Celebration
Florist Lyrics
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And there are even little sea sand pieces in there probably
I wish there were none
Smelling dish soap and honey across the room
I'll stay hiding across the wild thousands
You stay on those roads that fit winter rust trucks, single file
Sleep early, wake early
Folding in neatly always that this is my life feeling
In charge of every light
I have a few plants, but I have rescued exactly none
None such connection to that deep magic
With these hands now as I know them
A new scar and wow tons of plants
Plant-induced psychosis
Keep me close, I'm good invisible
Sitting in loss like a beanbag chair
If I lose my eyes
I've thrown them over the bluff
Frozen in the stream
To see the flood
And if I lose my mind
Please give it back to the earth
Fire, water, wind
Earth, fire, water, wind
And lie down
Lie down with me
It's a beautiful thing, I know
The last moments of the earth
Your blood's running cold
Slower and slower
Fireworks show
She's getting tired
She's leaving home
Rest under the pines
My love, forever now
I'll take bitter to the solid form of nothing
Put it on the altar, give it flowers and a symphony
Watch the morning come and take it, then mourn it 'til forever
The gentle salted water, there'll be no one but the weather
The lyrics of Florist's song "Celebration" depict a reflective and introspective perspective on life and its transient nature. The opening lines suggest a sense of detachment and a desire to escape from the mundane aspects of life, symbolized by the mention of dirty blonde hair with sand pieces, wishing they were free from such associations. The scent of dish soap and honey in the room creates a contrast between cleanliness and sweetness, reinforcing the notion of seeking a different reality. The line about staying "hiding across the wild thousands" implies a preference for solitude and a longing to be away from the expectations and pressures of society.
The lyrics continue to explore themes of personal autonomy and self-reliance. The singer takes charge of their own life, symbolized by shutting off all the lights themselves and taking responsibility for every light. The mention of plants, scars, and plant-induced psychosis suggests a connection between nature and the singer's inner world. This bond with nature is emphasized through phrases like "that deep magic" and "sitting in loss like a beanbag chair," which convey a sense of comfort and familiarity within the natural world.
The song then shifts to a contemplation of mortality and the fragility of existence. The singer metaphorically discards their eyes over a bluff and surrenders their mind back to the earth, symbolizing a willingness to let go and embrace the natural cycle of life and death. The repetition of the elements fire, water, wind, and earth further reinforces this connection to the natural world and the acceptance of impermanence. The lyrics also allude to the beauty of the final moments of life, comparing it to a fireworks show and acknowledging the slow fading of one's vitality.
In the final stanzas, there is a mention of someone getting tired and leaving home, which could be interpreted as the singer's acceptance of their own mortality or the realization of a loved one's imminent departure. The reference to resting under the pines evokes a sense of peace and tranquility. The song concludes with a poetic reflection on embracing even the bitter aspects of life, offering them on an altar with flowers and a symphony, and allowing the morning to take them away. The lyrics ultimately convey a bittersweet celebration of life's fleeting nature, urging listeners to find beauty in its transience.
Line by Line Meaning
My hair is dirty blonde now
The color of my hair has turned dirty blonde
And there are even little sea sand pieces in there probably
It's possible that there are tiny pieces of sea sand in my hair
I wish there were none
I would prefer my hair to be free of any sand particles
Smelling dish soap and honey across the room
Perceiving the pleasant aroma of dish soap and honey from a distance
I'll stay hiding across the wild thousands
I will remain concealed among a multitude of untamed things
You stay on those roads that fit winter rust trucks, single file
You continue to traverse the pathways that accommodate winter-worn trucks, one after the other
Sleep early, wake early
Engage in sleep at an early hour, and rise early from it
Folding in neatly always that this is my life feeling
Continuously embracing the sense that this is the feeling of my life
And I shut off all the lights myself
I am responsible for turning off every light
In charge of every light
Assuming control over each and every source of illumination
I have a few plants, but I have rescued exactly none
Though I possess a small number of plants, I have not saved any of them from harm or distress
None such connection to that deep magic
Lacking any significant connection to that profound enchantment
With these hands now as I know them
Using my current perception of these hands
A new scar and wow tons of plants
A recent scar and an astonishing abundance of plants
Plant-induced psychosis
A state of psychological disturbance caused by plants
Keep me close, I'm good invisible
Stay near me, as I am skilled at remaining unseen
Sitting in loss like a beanbag chair
Grieving as if I were an object languishing in sorrow, like a beanbag chair
If I lose my eyes
In the event that I no longer possess my sense of sight
I've thrown them over the bluff
I have cast them away, discarding them off a steep cliff
Frozen in the stream
Immobile within the flowing water
To see the flood
In order to witness the deluge
And if I lose my mind
And in the scenario where my sanity is lost
Please give it back to the earth
I kindly request that it be returned to the earth
Fire, water, wind
Elements of fire, water, and wind
Earth, fire, water, wind
The elements of earth, fire, water, and wind
Lie down
Recline or rest
Lie down with me
Join me in reclining or resting
It's a beautiful thing, I know
I am aware that it is a magnificent occurrence
The last moments of the earth
The final instants of the existence of the earth
Your blood's running cold
Your blood is becoming colder
Slower and slower
Progressing at a gradually decreasing pace
Fireworks show
Display of fireworks
She's getting tired
She is becoming fatigued
She's leaving home
She is departing from her place of residence
Rest under the pines
Find solace beneath the pine trees
My love, forever now
My affection, enduring for eternity from this point onward
I'll take bitter to the solid form of nothing
I would rather accept bitterness than the complete absence of substance
Put it on the altar, give it flowers and a symphony
Place it on a sacred platform, bestow upon it flowers and a grand musical composition
Watch the morning come and take it, then mourn it 'til forever
Observe as the dawn arrives and claims it, then grieve over its loss indefinitely
The gentle salted water, there'll be no one but the weather
The serene briny water will only be influenced by atmospheric conditions
Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: Emily Sprague, Jonnie Baker, Rick Spataro
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@Wesji
thankyou
@gonzalovillalbadelcanto
A beautiful jewel
@INLAND.EMPIRE
oof emily your sound is so peaceful and original
@goodnightmoon
can't wait for the album!
@Koshirozation
at around 4:05 it starts reminding me of big thief's mary <3
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i love big thief!
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@FmkvndnBrnd
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