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so @sadbadanddangeroustoknow has already adeptly covered some of the most #critical and
characteristic uowipoa moods (giddy, wistful, and upside-down smiley
face), so i thought i’d add my contribution:

mood: fucked aaaallllll
the way up

the songs come in flavours ranging from desperate to pining to bitter. similar caveats about pronouns apply. and i personally have no problem appropriating what are clearly #uowipoa songs from male singers, but just cut out the lemonheads and the buzzcocks if that’s a bridge too far for you.

little-brisk:

more things from my inbox backlog. literally the only thing i can think of is sleater-kinney’s ‘buy her candy’ which if you can only think of one is a pretty good one to think of but followers help this person and also me, where r the #uowipoa tunes at 

your wrists – julie sokolow
i knocked on your door/i knocked on
your door/is this the type of thing one takes medicine for?/you know a
girl for every name/and i know maybe four

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn’t’ve) – the buzzcocks
ever fallen in love, in love with someone/you shouldn’t’ve
fallen in love with?

bit part – the lemonheads
i want a bit part in your life/a walk-on would be fine

waltze of the tennis players – meg baird (fraser & debolt cover)
the reason i get so upset when you talk this assuredly/is where on earth is this leading?

constant craving – k.d. lang
constant craving/has always been

better go – mal blum
you look a lot like me/but remiss the oft anxiety/sated, and i wish that i was

the big u – the blow
i know one day/your love story with him will
probably take you away/and i’ll cry, yeah/but i’ll do it in the way i
heard the therapist say/it’s not just sad, it just feels

the con – tegan and sara
a million hours left to think of you and think of that

habits (stay high) – tove lo
i gotta stay high all the time/to keep you off my mind

i don’t want to get over you – the magnetic fields
i could listen to my therapist/pretend you don’t exist/and not have to dream of what i dream of

i could never be your woman – white town
so much for all your
highbrow marxist ways/just use me up and then you walk away/…well i
guess what you say is true/i could never be the right kind of girl for
you/i could never be your woman

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bonus, if you think you’re up for it: any of tori amos’ live covers of the police’s “wrapped around your finger”