Tumgik
#breakup song
Tumblr media Tumblr media
14 notes · View notes
wanderingwithstars · 25 days
Text
“Hide and Seek” now on Spotify.
For the whimsical lovers.
18 notes · View notes
cornflowerblue10 · 1 month
Text
I made an angsty wallmark playlist
Song list:
Empathy by Crystal Castles
Doe Deer by Crystal Castles
Not In Love by Crystal Castles
Athoth a Go!! Go!! By Machine Girl
Twilight by bôa
Goth by Sidewalks and Skeletons
Telephone by Lady Gaga
Transgender by Crystal Castles
Suffocation by Crystal Castles
WHAT'S GOOD by Tyler, The Creator
Labyrinth by Miracle Musical
Deceptacon by Le Tigre
Not Allowed by TV Girl
Pap Smear by Crystal Castles
NEW MAGIC WAND by Tyler, The Creator
Black Sheep - Brie Larson Vocal Version by Metric
Duvet by bôa
Summer's Over by Jordana
Better in the Dark by Jordana
Sweet to Dream by Jordana
Blue Hair by TV Girl
Pretty Girl by Clairo
How - demo by Clairo
Drunk Walk Home by Mitski
Birds Crystal Castles
Alice Practice by Crystal Castles
Courtship Dating by Crystal Castles
Good Times by Crystal Castles
Mg1 by Machine Girl
YKWIM? by Yot Club
I Just Threw Out The Love Of My Dreams by Weezer
Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana
Hey Ya! by Outkast
As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese
13 notes · View notes
asshole-rebel-psycho · 2 months
Text
youtube
Just a sad little country song I wrote about growing apart from someone. Hope they find it.
5 notes · View notes
xeladonna · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
lemon sting, paper cut
18 notes · View notes
slgoodwinauthor · 8 months
Text
You'd never know she was going through a breakup
There ain't a single tear messing up her makeup
Tumblr media
He thought she'd be sitting home crying
She ain't going out like that
She's had enough of feeling like dying
She ain't going out like that
Tumblr media
Everybody, here comes the life of the party
Yeah, she is
He might have left her brokenhearted
But she ain't going, going out like that
14 notes · View notes
hairmetal666 · 1 year
Text
Chapters 11 and 12 are live!
🎄🎄🎄🎄
December 24, 1990
Steve, still in his pajama pants and a soft grey sweatshirt, walks into his already occupied kitchen at 8:30am, seeking coffee and maybe a Christmas cookie or two. Nancy and Robin are both fully dressed, slacks and a pastel sweater for Nancy, a t-shirt and flannel over jeans for Robin. The little portable radio on the counter plays softly, “Silver Bells”, Steve thinks.
“Where are you two going so early?” He asks as he fills his mug. He knows it’s only a matter of time before they leave his house for one of their own, and he tries really hard not to think about it. About how everything is changing.
“Karen asked for everyone’s help doing last minute wrapping for the toy drive tonight,” Robin answers. She and Nancy share an affectionate, exasperated glance.
“The other person who volunteered bailed,” Nancy rolls her eyes.
“So, you guys, Mike, and Holly have to pick up the slack?”
“You got it,” Robin pokes him just above his belly button. He swats her away, and they tussle around the kitchen under Nancy’s fond gaze.
“Silver Bells” fades out, replaced by three, reverberating somber guitar chords that make Steve freeze in his tracks. Robin leaps across the kitchen, slamming the radio into the wall in her haste to hit the power button.
“Sorry,” she says, her face is red and he’s not sure if it’s exertion or embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
“It’s fine,” he makes himself say, though his heart races and he’s a little bit dizzy.
Steve hasn’t listened to the radio since July. Not since the night he and Henderson drove home from the drive-in a few towns over and the DJ had said, “Got a new one for ya tonight. Early buzz is calling it the next great break-up anthem,” and those three chords played through the Beemer’s speakers, followed by the hollow rasp of Eddie’s voice. The song that followed, where Eddie tightroped between rage and brokenhearted melancholy, had almost driven Steve off the road. Then the last note growled from Eddie’s lips bit off in an obviously stifled sob, and Steve pulled over, had a full-blown panic attack with Dustin in the passenger’s seat. By the time Steve’s face was dry and his breathing even, Dustin felt comfortable joking, “at least it’s got anthem potential?” to ease the tension. It didn’t make Steve laugh, but he did smile.
Back in the present, he takes a sip of his coffee and grabs a cookie, determined to ignore the worried glances the two women share. He’s fine, though. He just doesn’t like to hear the song unexpectedly, and it’s fine. Normal, really. Nothing at all weird about being the, now internationally reviled, inspiration behind the song that sat at number one on the Top 40 for six weeks.
 To show just how regular and fine he is, he asks, “Know when you guys should be getting back?”
Nancy answers, “Everything needs to be at the Community Center by 5, so. Before that.”
“Cool. I think everyone else should start getting in around 3.”
Steve takes a bite of peanut butter cookie, and Nancy ruffles his hair as she passes to the front door. He thinks he’s avoided any heavy scrutiny about the song, but Robin leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead. They’re physically affectionate—he’s one of the few people that Robin allows to touch her—but usually it isn’t gentle kisses on the head unless he’s having an active breakdown. He resists the urge to smack her away for seeing him too clearly. Instead, he wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her close, squeezing his eyes shut as he’s briefly assaulted by all the memories he’s trying not to have.
She doesn’t bother with any platitudes to assure him. Robin fully understands how much it sucks, how bad it hurts, she just hugs him as tightly as she can in her wiry arms. It cheers him up and also doesn’t, because he and Eddie are most definitely over in every way, and that was way before Eddie wrote a song about Steve that Eddie can’t sing without sobbing. So.
Steve’s fine, is the important thing. He can’t listen to the radio anymore, but he’s got plenty of tapes. He can’t talk to his best friend-slash-love of his life anymore, but he can—no, there’s no good way to twist this one. He misses Eddie so much it’s a permanent physical ache in his sternum. But Steve is coping. He is. School is good and his teams are good, and so what if all his kids aside from Erica left for college? It’s fine. He’s fine. Great, really.
31 notes · View notes
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Some images from Obstacle 1 music video to point out symbolism.
1. There is an exit sign behind the woman wearing leather boots and a fur coat. She seems like ready to leave the building. But the music played by the band in another part of this unidentified building of rather cold and clinical vibe, forces her to enter a specific space in the building rather than leave it altogether. Notice the image on the wall depicting two zebras. The color of her outfit and hair corresponds with the color of the animals and when she takes her coat of, she even reveals a striped shirt. Not black and white, but a red and white corresponding to the background of the image.
2. - 3. She starts to dance like she is in a trance of somekind and is captivated by the force and words expressed in the music. The space she enters is made out of wood and has some warm yellow light in it. The space stands out being more intimate and warm than the rest of the building. It is like she still has, or the other protagonist wants to force her back to, imagine, to taste the warmth and electricity of their relationship once more before ending it and leaving the now unintimate, cold lighted, clinical, lofty, empty, white washed surroundings corresponding to what the relationship has now become and thus ended. Notice another reference to wild animals: there are wild big feline cat heads next to her and her pants are like she has been attacked. Makes my mind trip to OLTA art work and wild animal symbolism in Interpol’s lyrics in general representing deep, instictive and powerful forces at work in love relationships. Potential of hurt/hurting, hunter/game .
4. There are wires. Everywhere. It enforces the idea of emotional and sexual connections running throughout the building - the relationship. She is dancing on wires connected with the wires in the room where the band is playing. The band playes in a cold, vast space, telling of cold or violent feelings. When the glass of water (with ice cubes - cold, violent, resenting emotions) is made fall by a wire connected to Paul’s guitar, Sam hitting the drum in the moment when the glass starts to fall, Carlos sliding the bass right when the water starts to fall on to the other room level and Daniel making moves that resemble the moves of the woman - all these bring about a feeling of intense connection, hypnosis, a sense of electrifying force (emotional-sexual relations) and its lethal coupling with broken glass of water (broken heart, bitter, desperate, yearning, violent, controlling emotions, frustration).
Tumblr media
5. Captivated by the music she does not notice the water until it is too late. She dies when the other protagonists emotions (water) reach the wires underneath her feet. Just few moment before, Paul slides his hand tenderly and sensually along the mic stand, revealing still deep seated feelings towards the lost love who broke his heart. It reveals the other protagonist’s vulnerability hidden behind the now seemingly cold, controlling and aggressive exterior (which the whole band actually symbolises or is an expression of).
6. At the end we see a reflection in the water resembling the scene in the first picture but now she is standing her back to the camera and suggesting she is actually leaving the building. The thing we just saw happening to her happened just in the imagination of the mind of the other protagonist filled with mixed feelings of hurt, longing, love, bitterness and denial.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
15 notes · View notes
Text
sinatra kinda of slayed with im a fool to want you
2 notes · View notes
orphanedinstoryville · 2 months
Text
August
youtube
came to
Woke up and remembered
September was due
All this
He knew
The summer was done for
The sunflowers had bloomed
So he stood up strait
Brushed the grass away
(Put his jacket on)
He’d come back someday
He knew he couldn’t stay
Not with the summer almost over
Goodbye
Too soon
To all the cicadas
The songs of the loon
July
And June
Are well on their way now
And he should be too
But when I looked into his alabaster eyes
He took my hand
And when the leaves began to turn and start to die
Took me to dance
And when the autumn breezes started blowing in
Gave me a kiss
And when September hurricanes began to spin
I told him this:
“August
You fool
The days have got shorter
The air has got cool
August
The moon
Been waiting for days now
The season is through
But for you I’ll wait
We can celebrate
Every night and day”
And that’s why they say
That to this very day
There ain’t no holidays in August
2 notes · View notes
noxinkwell · 4 months
Text
You broke me to pieces, but I root for you even though everything went up in flames
I’ll never forget how I bloomed for your gaze or your wall of guitars or your video games
3 notes · View notes
calibabii21 · 2 months
Text
z's song of the day: 3.15.24
Love Story - Katharine McPhee
Over It - Katharine McPhee
middle school me is singing and crying her heart out
2 notes · View notes
mylyy · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
"You're such a liar, my favorite liar..."
5 notes · View notes
9franklin3 · 5 months
Text
Everything I did for you was it for nothing?…
Cuz it sure feels like I’ve wasted all my time.
But despite the mess you made I love you regardless.
I know you’re feeling heartless but I’m still holding on…
4 notes · View notes
laliwilde · 9 months
Text
what does it mean to be partners?
you and I… becoming blurred
5 notes · View notes
the-stars-ab0ve · 3 months
Text
me listening to breakup songs knowing full well that i’ve never been in a relationship with anyone-
4 notes · View notes