A big yes to this beat! And a super creepy video clip.
Addicted to this song and especially this cover. Cannot get enough of Clea’s vocals.
Things fall apart. Nothing nothing nothing gon’ save me now…
Today is not a song. Today is 100 songs. Three of my favourite songs for 2018 were in the top 10. Five of my favourites didn’t make the list at all. But here they are, with number one up first.
How am I to do it again
If I can’t recall how it was in the beginning?
I was over there, now I’m over here
Easy for you, I’m still adjustingOkay, they say it will be okay~ Miya Folick ~
Six days ago, Lana Del Rey released her newest song.
I’ve been tearing around in my fucking night gown 2/47 Sylvia Plath
It’s a sheer, luminous ballad with her perfect voice echoing in a wash over barely-there piano chords.
Writing in blood on the walls ’cause the ink in my pen don’t work in my notepad
The sparse, elegiac lyrics pierce the hard shell I require in place in order to function at the moment.
Don’t ask if I’m happy, you know that I’m not but at best I can say I’m not sad
But they can’t crack it.
‘Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
A friend remixed it into a deeper orchestral version with a percussion beat. A feeling of foreboding in the verses is emphasised by the addition of cuts from Marilyn Monroe’s last interview. A repeating piano melody makes melancholy look good.
‘Cause I’ve got monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
This is the most extreme depression I’ve battled in some years. I am empty.
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
And yet, there is hope. Because history tells me it will pass.
If you want to listen to the original, here it is.
This world can hurt you
It cuts you deep and leaves a scar
Things fall apart, but nothing breaks like a heart
Songwriters: Clement Picard / Conor Syzmanski / Ilsey Juber / Mark Ronson / Maxime Picard / Miley Cyrus / Thomas Brenneck
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Life is pretty rough right now.
Many Mondays have passed without music. As have all the Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays. There is little solace and much grief. I’m trapped inside a free-falling elevator plummeting to the bottom of the shaft and I don’t know when it is going to stop.
The heat of the day has been swept away by the storm. Light rain is spattering on the roof. And I am going to bed, again, to not sleep.
I cannot find a reference for the following verse, so if anyone knows who to credit for the below words, please let me know. I’d appreciate it.
“The Measure of a Man”
Not “How did he die?” But “How did he live?”
Not “What did he gain?” But “What did he give?”
Not “What was his station?” But “Had he a heart?”
And “How did he play his God-given part?”
Not “What was his shrine?” Nor “What was his creed?”
But “Had he befriended those really in need?”
Not “What did the piece in the newspaper say?”
But “How many were sorry when he passed away?”
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer, to bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
These are the units to measure the worth,
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
I wasn’t afraid, I was brave and courageous with everything I did.
This wasn’t the song I had planned on posting tonight. But life changes irreversibly in fractions of seconds. Look after each other.