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As the title says, this is the preface Florence wrote for Useless Magic. The first stanza is also on the back cover of the book.
Songs can be incredibly prophetic, like subconscious warnings or messages to myself, but I often don't know what I'm trying to say till years later. Or a prediction comes true and I couldn't do anything to stop it, so it seems like a kind of useless magic.
As if the song is somehow speaking through me in its own language. And I am a conduit but totally oblivion to its wisdom.
That's why poetry, or even having the lyrics written down somewhere, is strange for me. The act of singing gives the most mundane words and phrases reverence and glory. You can make a shrine out of anything. Thе song has its own personality, and is bigger and stronger than I am. WIth morе to say, just to write something down and let it stay there, on the page, seems to me an enormously vulnerable thing. And that's why poetry has in many ways turned out more exposing.
I don't know what makes a song a song and a poem a poem: they have started to bleed into each other at this stage.
You can have everything.
Preface was written by Florence Welch.
Florence Welch released Preface on Thu Jul 05 2018.