bruce springsteen. taylor swift. fall out boy. billy joel. stevie nicks. musically, This Is My Year.
thinking about fleetwood mac and how they actually sang songs about each other. and performed them. about how much they loved or hated each other like what the fuck how
I mean can you imagine. singing about how somebody broke your heart and they’re literally harmonizing. they’re right fucking there. they’re in touching distance. insanity! complete insanity! I would either break down crying or fully snap and break their neck
fucking. silver springs!!! ‘you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!’ no fucking kidding he won’t stevie he’s literally behind you playing the drums! absolute madlads
This live performance feels like I’m watching my parents fighting in the kitchen
no offence but rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn’t you love to love her? takes to the sky like a bird in flight and who will be her lover? all your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind…would you stay if she promised you heaven? will you ever win? she is like a cat in the dark and then she is the darkness. she rules her life like a fine skylark and when the sky is starless…all your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind. would you stay if she promised you heaven? will you ever win? will you ever win?
Fleetwood Mac is the moon energy to ABBA’s sun energy.
My soul is cleansed
You know when stevie nicks was like listen to the wind blow, down comes the night runing in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies. break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light
No umbrellas we get cleansed by the rain like stevie nicks wanted
Rhiannon || Fleetwood Mac Live, 1978