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Lately, I've been getting heavily into Chappel Roan. I'm late to the bandwagon, I know, but hey, better late than never, right?
The reason I got into her, and am currently listening non-stop to "Good Luck, Babe!" is due to a stunning Gravity Falls fan animation on Youtube.

The video is called "GOOD LUCK, BABE! : Gravity Falls Animation" by achromaticEgoist and can be found here

It is absolutely tragic and ripped my soul in half when I first watched it. Mind you, I hadn't listened to any Chappel Roan before that, so this was also my first time hearing the song. It was soul-crushing. The stunning vocals (is Chappel Roan an angel?) mixed with the tragic lyrics tapped right into my very soul and anxieties. Especially the lyrics "When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night / with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife" chilled me to my core. And when Chappel Roan immediately follows up with "And when you think about me, all of those years ago / you're standing face-to-face with 'I told you so'" I was ready to just lay down and cry my eyes out. It made me shockingly aware that I have to hold onto the people I love (my parents, my friends, my partner), or face losing them forever and carrying the grief for the rest of my life. It's also tragic because of the subject the song talks about -- a woman who is talking to a past lover who denied any feelings for her, who denied her queerness and went on to marry a man. And now she's this empty husk, 'nothing more than his wife' and looks back in grief and regret to who she could've become if she hadn't denied (and keeps denying) her queerness. It is a stunning song on repression of one's sexuality and the pain it can cause oneself and others. 

But now, what does Bill Cipher, a dream demon from the second dimension, have to do with this? Well, let me tell you all about him and his tragic story. 

Bill Cipher, after he was defeated in the finale of the show Gravity Falls, was sent to infinite therapy. It sounds silly at first, but if you think about the context of the show and Bill as a character, it is a perfect fate for him. The necessary context: Bill destroyed his home dimension (the second dimension) because he was the only one who could see the stars due to his eye -- no one else could -- and he wanted to show them to everyone. What exactly happened is unclear (Bill himself says he blacks out whenever he tries to think about the incident) but it resulted in the complete devastation of his home dimension, killing everyone (including his parents) and forcing Bill to flee to a different dimension. The only thing left over of Euclydia is one singular atom Bill keeps in his top-hat. This incident forever scars him, and he represses everything and anything in relation to it. The only time he openly talked about what happened is when he told Stanford Pines that 'a monster' destroyed his dimension and that it would 'eat [Ford] alive' in The Book of Bill, a newly released Gravity Falls book from Bill's POV where it is shown what happened to him after the show ended. Talk about horrible repression and guilt! Stanford Pines is also worth noting here, because in the same book it is heavily implied that Stanford and Bill had … something going on. Their relationship ended horribly, and after Bill was defeated and sent to prison, Bill spends a great deal trying to win Stanford back. Holy toxic old man yaoi, Batman! It's glorious, and adds soooo much to the story of Gravity Falls, and has spawned so many incredibly fanfics and fanart. 

One of those is the above mentioned fan animation. In it, Bill Cipher's time in theraprism is coupled with Chappel Roan's "Good Luck, Babe!". And it works soooooo incredibly well. The song talks about repression -- Bill is the most repressed being in the whole universe! He can't even think about what happened to Euclydia without blacking out! When the line
"when you wake up…" is played, Bill is shown in his cell, waking up from some kind of nightmare, sitting up and staring out the window before taking out the singular atom of his home country he still! has! after all that's happened! When he stares at it, the line "And when you think about…" kicks in. This is followed up beautifully when the line "You're standing face-to-face…" follows that, and a flashback of Bill talking to the Axolotl (the god-like being that sent him to theraprism) is shown. God, it kills me every time. In this animation, the Axolotl is the one to tell Bill "I told you your repression will only lead to bad things. Now you have to atone for your crime and stop repressing your grief and guilt," which is EXACTLY what Bill needs. Stanford is also shown in the animation as another subject Bill is trying to forget. I especially love the "shoot another shot / try to stop the feeling" line being coupled with Bill thinking about world domination. He's literally using 'taking over another dimension' as a distraction to not have to think about what happened to his home dimension and his parents! The same imagery comes back with the line "You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling," and Bill holding a miniature earth in his hands, desperately grasping it -- literally trying to stop the world so he won't have to feel anything. It's a nice throwback to the finale, when Bill took over Gravity Falls and made time stop -- literally stopping the world. God. My favourite part is when the chorus hits, when Chappel Roan sings "Good Luck, Babe" and Bill is shown next to the words, looking all happy and chipper (a front he puts on). The animation is wishing Bill "good luck" when it comes to him trying to repress everything, all his memories, feelings and grief. The last frame of the animation shows Bill's hand holding the atom of Euclydia. God, it really does always go back to Euclydia, to the worst thing Bill ever did and the thing he tries desperately to repress. Fuck, it's so poetic and beautiful and TRAGIC! 

I want to mention a comment on this animation that blew me away when I first read it, and still continues to blow me away:

'Over indulging in unhealthy and destructive coping mechanism to lock away grief and guilt, and when reality finally punched him in the face, he broke completely' by ayan9170

God, doesn't that just sum up everything? The parallel between "Good Luck, Babe!" and Bill, including Bill literally having a crack in his form after he got PUNCHED and killed by Stanley!

This show is truly something special. Bill is one of, if not the best, cartoon villain (or villain in general, even) EVER! He has been my favourite ever since I started watching this show, and The Book of Bill and its revelations just made my love for his character grow. Also I love all the BillFord fanfics and fanart -- keep 'em coming!


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A bit of context before I start rambling -- my absolute favourite songwriter is Ryan Ross. He was the co-founder and main lyricist of the band Panic! at the Disco and wrote the lyrics for their first two albums, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out and Pretty. Odd. I highly suggest you give those two albums a listen -- they are incredible and so unique.

What makes their lyricism the most impressive, in my opinion, is that Ryan wrote them when he was only 17. He was living alone and was on the brink of being evicted from his flat. When I first listened to these albums I was blown away. The words Ryan wrote were like poetry -- more than poetry, they were ethereal. They have such a unique vibe to them; the first album is a cabaret-style burlesque radio broadcast, and the second album is a beautiful mash of Beatles-esque hippie tunes, spring and flower imagery and beautiful haunting orchestra melodies. Who writes albums like that?

More importantly, who will write more albums like that? The fact that they are so incredibly stunning is because they are so strange and unique. They broke boundaries and, almost two decades later, are still as strange and unique as when they first came out. And the lack of such amazingly strange albums certainly have been felt, and make the music world just that bit bleaker. 

Ryan stepped back from the band after Pretty. Odd., and started a different band -- The Young Veins. Here you can clearly hear the Beatles influence, as Ryan was an avid Beatles fan and took a lot of inspiration from them. But they do lack a certain zest, a certain artsy Joie de Vivre that the first two Panic! albums possessed. The lyrics were also a lot more simplistic. What The Young Veins does have that Panic! doesn't (and really should have had, if it weren't for a cold at the wrong moment) was Ryan singing -- he is an excellent vocalist. Ryan has such a beautiful, raw and warm singing voice that mixes perfectly with his lyrics. A dream of mine is that one day, Ryan will re-record all the Fever and Pretty. Odd. songs with him as the main vocalist. It would combine two of my absolute favourite and highly treasured things when it comes to music -- Ryan's lyrics, and Ryan's vocals. 

But until that day I can only hope and fantasize. In the meantime, I listen to Fever and Pretty. Odd. again and again and think, how did a teenager write poetry that puts Shakespeare to shame and completely blows anything heard or seen before out of the water? Is it commitment and hard work? Childhood influences and exposure? Or simply plain-old natural talent? 

I am someone who doesn't really believe in natural talent. I do think that some people are naturally inclined to succeed at one thing or another based on how their brain developed, or what they were exposed to as a child -- a person who has more grey matter in the area that has to do with language processing, and spent a lot of time reading as a child, is going to start out being a better writer than a child who doesn't have that. 

But that is the thing -- start out as. Because no matter what skill level someone starts out with, if they put in enough hours and hard work they will always gain skill and improve -- often times even becoming way better than the person who had the ideal starting-point, the 'natural talent'. So, in short, hard work and consistency beats natural talent in the end.

When it comes to Ryan Ross I am not sure which one it is. I have come to the conclusion that he was lucky enough to possess both important ingredients for becoming a master in his field -- natural talent, and a hard-working attitude. He used to write for hours and hours, obsessively and without stopping. And he already had a great starting point and understanding of literature and poetry he could jump off of. 

But in the end, it doesn't really matter if one possesses this mystical 'natural talent' or not -- the most important thing is that one is pouring all their love and emotions into one's craft, to the point where one's very soul is palpable in the words. Ryan Ross certainly did. And I will always admire and look up to him, and strive to become just a bit more like him.


'I know the world's a broken bone / 
But melt your headaches, call it home'
 - Northern Downpour, Pretty. Odd.

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