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Still, these songs were cloaked in the fictional haze of that era, far from a direct response.
Things look a bit more obvious onMidnights, Swifts tenth album.
Swift opens by setting her intentions.
Shes past the reflections of mad woman and onto throwing barbs.
On Vigilante Shit, the only song onMidnightsthatshe wrote alone, Swift is at her venomous best.
Picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife, she taunts after referencing some cold-hard proof.
But as juicy as the receipts are, they dont carry the track.
But on Vigilante Shit, that sounds different.
Here, Swifts mode is cooler.
Shes not rising above the drama, but sheiscarrying herself as the winner.
(Brauns last contribution, meanwhile?A half-hearted statementabout his regret around the deal.)
Its a signature Swift earworm, but its also a motto for her celebrity.
Swift controls the narrative by wielding her pen.
On Vigilante Shit, that means ending the beef with a knockout.
Let the winner write the history.
