“I’m locked outside myself
My torn, unraveled self
I’m locked outside myself
I see me shiver”
“Windows” by Georgia St. Jones
Sadcore Sundays INTERVIEW: “Windows” by Georgia St. Jones
Sadcore Sundays
Sadcore Sundays: “Waltz” by The Monroe Transfer
This Sadcore Sundays song “Waltz” by The Monroe Transfer was picked by Abigail Tarttelin, author of “Golden Boy” and “Flick,” director of “The Danelaw,” editor of “I Hope You Like Feminist Rants” zine and singer in feminist band GirlBoy. Basically she’s an overall badass. Check out her Instagram at @civilizedanimal and her site here.
“Waltz” has no lyrics, it is solely instrumental, full of strings, piano and glock. The Monroe Transfer is a 7-piece instrumental band from London. Follow their Facebook here.
Sadcore Sundays: “Sleepyhead” by As Tall As Lions
Insomnia? Craving a good night’s sleep for once? Try putting “Sleepyhead” by As Tall As Lions on repeat to help you fall asleep, worked for my friend recently and I hope it aids you as well <3
Lyrics to “Sleepyhead” by As Tall As Lions
Sadcore Sundays: “Sprained Ankle” by Julien Baker
This “Sadcore Sundays” song “Sprained Ankle” by Julien Baker was requested by Casey Ash.
“There’s a sweet story behind my request.
The singer’s name is Julien Baker, and I found her while doing a Google search for girls named Julien. That may seem like a pretty random search, but I was looking so that I could send to a friend, who has a young kid named Julien. “He” expressed feelings about “his” gender not being who “he” is, but “his” mom thinks “he” is too young to know… either way, I found Julien Baker, and sent the links to her songs. My friend cried, and hugged me really tight the next time we saw each other. I’m not sure how her kid will identify as “he” grows older, but Julien was very happy to know that there was a “cool girl singer” with the same name.”
Thank you Casey for sharing that beautiful story <3 Below are the lyrics to “Sprained Ankle” by Julien Baker.
Lyrics: “Sprained Ankle” by Julien Baker
Wish I could write songs about anything other than death
But I can’t go to bed without drawing the red, shaving off breaths;
Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome
Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs
Spilling my guts
Sweat on a microphone, breaking my voice
Whenever I’m alone with you, can’t talk but
“Isn’t this weather nice? Are you okay?”
Should I go somewhere else and hide my face?
A sprinter learning to wait
A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
A marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
Sadcore Sundays: “Valentine” by Fiona Apple
Lyrics:
You didn’t see my valentine
I sent it via pantomime
While you were watchin’ someone else
I stared at you and cut myself
Its all I’ll do ’cause I’m not free
A fugitive too dull to flee
I’m amorous but out of reach
A still life drawing of a peach
I’m a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I’ve made my peace I’m dead I’m done
I watched you live to have my fun
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you. [x2]
I made it to a dinner date
My tear drops seasoned every plate
I tried to dance but lost my nerve
I cramped up in the learning curve
I’m a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I’m resigned to sail on through
In the wake of tales of you
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
I root for you, I love you. You, you, you.
