Hozier singing cherry wine in a rainy stadium for an hour
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 16 มี.ค. 2021
- CHERRY WINE IS OWNED AND SUNG BY HOZIER THIS SONG IS NOT MINE. THE EDITING WAS DONE BY ME.
I got a ton of positive feedback on the first video I did so this is basically the same thing enjoy!
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i cant believe you made hozier sing in the rain for a whole hour, someone get this man a burger lmao
i have listened to this non stop for the past week and its probably my favourite thing right now
i’m glad you enjoyed it
found what I’m crying to tonight 😇
Hell yeah!
It's storming outside right now and thundering a bit and it makes this so much better
please do ‘hozier singing shrike’ next! 🤍
i’ll see what i can do!!
Yeah please do shrike😍😍
This song is there for me in every situation. Anxiety/panic attacks, sleep, stress, studying, relaxing, nostalgia. This time? Bf fainting on the phone and me freaking out. 💙
This is-I can’t even express how this makes me feel in words. It’s so beautiful, and I just - thank you.
me too
was all over the place trying to cope with freaking anxiety and constantly failing, untill this video. thank you for this beauty from the bottom of my heart
this song is perfect for every season. 🤍
Exactly what people with issues need!
in a very big hozier phase rn because of his new album, but I came across this and it straight up brought tears to my eyes, and I'm not someone who cries easily. thank you for this.
Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire.
It looks ugly, but it's clean,
Oh momma, don't fuss over me.
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
But I want it
It's a crime
That she's not around most of the time.
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing.
And it's worth it, it's divine
I have this some of the time.
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
thank you SO much for this video i listen to it /a lot/ of nights and it calms me down enough to go to sleep right away. masterful loop.
i also listen to it while studying. tried the mario kart soundtrack but it was too catchy.
Thank you for puting this master piece in such a soothing format. Despite the mesage engaged on it, I might say this audio it's the most close realization to my deepest fantasy about Hozier.
this video is the definition of beautiful
this means a lot to me, thanks to you
I know it’s been some time since anything was active on here and if I express any gratitude for this I am. Even if no one reads this, itll feel good to leave it here.
I just wanted to say, this is beautiful. Like really, insanely, purely, just beautiful. Glad to have stumbled upon it at least once in this life.
hi- i want you to know i'm a "someone who read this". I hope you are doing well. you deserve everything good in this world
I am feeling a little less lonely after listening to it :)
I love you sm for this 😭❤️
Thank you for making this you are awsome😍
Thankyou so much for this 🙏
Thanks for the song. I love that photograph.
HERMOSO u.u
Good. I need this to lure myself into a state of untter passivity. Thank you.
thank you so much
update: So my grandpa died today. The lines "It's worth it, it's divine." make me think about him telling me that from heaven, that his pilgrimage was worth it, and that heaven is divine. Anyway, goodnight, I love you, and Jesus loves you
Ohh momma don't ..
.what are the . ? Ohh yeah .ok
Haha!
Like rum on the .
No that's not right..
Hozier ❤️
Dratt Mackett.. i miss your fire.. i think of you and always will.. i love you and always will.. im not alone with those feelings.. the women that loved you find comfort talking to each other.. i wish i could find strength enough to call your mother.. i was left so broken and broken hearted.. i dont think i could handle her heartache on top of mine..
🐣🐤🐥🪽
Her eyes and words are so icy
Oh but she burns
Like rum on the fire
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire.
It looks ugly, but it's clean,
Oh momma, don't fuss over me.
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her brother.
But I want it
It's a crime
That she's not around most of the time.
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing.
And it's worth it, it's divine
I have this some of the time.
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her eyes and words are so icy
0h but she burns
Like rum on the fire
..
Hot and fast and angry as she can be
I walk my days on a wire.
It looks ugly, but it's clean,
0h momma, don't fuss over me.
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Calls of guilty thrown at me
All while she stains
The sheets of some other
Thrown at me so powerfully
Just like she throws with the arm of her
brothere
But I want it
It's a crime
That she's not around most of the time.
The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
Her fight and fury is fiery
Oh but she loves
Like sleep to the freezing
Sweet and right and merciful
I'm all but washed
In the tide of her breathing.
And it's worth it, it's divine
I have this some of the time.
The way She shows me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.