“my favorite sadcore sunday song when I’m feeling 0 ~ : (”
-Fatima Nieto
Sadcore Sundays: “Some Things Last a Long Time” by Daniel Johnston
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Sadcore Sundays: “Between the Bars” by Elliot Smith
Lyrics:
Drink up baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do
You won’t but you might
The potential you’ll be
That you’ll never see
The promises you’ll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I’ll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your headPeople you’ve been before
That you don’t want around anymore
That push and shove and won’t bend to your will
I’ll keep them still
Drink up baby, look at the stars
I’ll kiss you again between the bars
Where I’m seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Sadcore Sundays: “Stonemilker” by Bjork
If you’re feelin sad it’s k you can cry with Bjork <333. Listen to her new heart breaking album “Vulnicura” about her IRL break up with her bae.
Sadcore Sundays: “Sorrow” by Bad Religion
lulz to posting this past midnight so not technically sadcore sunday more like still sad monday ahahaha
Sadcore Sundays: “Every Single Night” by Fiona Apple
Fiona Apple’s latest album “The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do” is so raw and overwhelmingly relatable. #feelinglikefionaapple
Lyrics to “Every Single Night”
Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That’s when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can’t fit the feelings in
Every single night’s alight with my brainWhat’d I say to her
Why’d I say it to her
What does she think of me
That I’m not what I ought to be
That I’m what I try not to be
It’s got to be somebody else’s fault
I can’t get caught
If what I am is what I am, cause I does what I does
Then brother, get back, cause my breast’s gonna bust open
The rib is the shell and the heart is the yolk and
I just made a meal for us both to choke on
Every single night’s a fight with my brain
I just want to feel everything
So I’m gonna try to be still now
Gonna renounce the mill a little while and
If we had a double-king-sized bed
We could move in it and I’d soon forget
That what I am is what I am cause I does what I does
And maybe I’d relax, let my breast just bust open
My heart’s made of parts of all that surround me
And that’s why the devil just can’t get around me
Every single night’s alright, every single night’s a fight
And every single fight’s alright with my brain