With Every Bubble

There are two lines in the Florence + the Machine song, “Dog Days Are Over”, that for me is a particular hook in the first part before the chorus,

“With every bubble, she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink.”

That particular lyric blows me away every time. It’s beautifully poignant, and speaks a wonderful poetry. It’s also unexpected: bubbles and sinking are not associations one normally thinks; if nothing else, bubbles, like those in champagne, lift. Juxtaposition at its finest.

(My other favourite song from Lungs is “Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up)”, in particular the lyrics: “And in the spring I shed my skin/And it blows away with the changing wind”.)

One day while playing “Dog Days Are Over” on loop, I Googled “Florence Welch poetry” and discovered a BBC radio series called Rhyme and Reason with Florence reading poetry and discussing it. It was also, thankfully, uploaded by someone on to YouTube and that was how I was able to listen to it. (Unfortunately, it seems the BBC website for Rhyme and Reason does not exist anymore.)

Videos are embedded after the jump.

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