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The misheard lyrics video of Hozier’s songs is here!

All of these are real misheard lyrics submitted to me or found in various discussions. Thank you for your contributions, fellow Hozier fans and dear friends (with possible hearing loss).

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I hope Andrew has heard the good news!

Rayon is actually made out of natural materials. Wood pulp, specifically. It's considered manmade/ "synthetic", because we do some chemical magic to process the wood pulp into something that can be turned into spun yarns. So while it's synthetic, it is not a plastic- and there's a few benefits to rayon from a sustainability perspective. For example:

The bamboo you're referencing in the second post is, in fact, rayon. Because rayon is manufactured by making a slurry and producing yarns from that, it means you can use material that otherwise would have been unsuitable for traditional spinning. Rayon is oftentimes made out of waste products from other manufacturing methods, too.

Rayon fabric comes under lots of different names. Viscose, tencel, lyocel, and anything that's called 'bamboo fabric' will be a rayon.

Rayon is naturally cool to the touch, super breathable, and usually has a lovely slinky kind of drape to it. It's an excellent choice for hot climates, and will continue to be a leading choice for sustainable fabric production. There's even rayon that makes use of old factory yarn waste. So don't knock it- it's a lovely class of fabrics with a lot of applications!

image 1 text: tweet from Dr Nicola Ní Mhistéil @serentrippety. If you're wondering what #RoeVWade has to do with Ireland, the same groups that funded anti-choice campaigning & lobbying are pumping money & comms into anti-choice groups here. This is a global campaign make no mistake about it.

image 2 text:

On a night like this I remember the child

who came with fifteen summers to her name,

and she lay down alone at my feet

without midwife or doctor or friend to hold

her hand

and she pushed her secret out into the night,

far from the town tucked up in little

scandals,

bargains struck, words broken, prayers,

promises,

and though she cried out to me in extremis

I did not move,

I didn't lift a finger to help her,

I didn't intercede with heaven,

nor whisper the charmed word in God's ear.

On a night like this I number the days to the

solstice

and the turn back to the light.

O sun,

centre of our foolish dance,

burning heart of stone,

molten mother of us all,

hear me and have pity.

Paula Meehan's "The