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DARK ACADEMIA PLAYLIST for melancholic writers (classical)

It’s been a while..✨ I’m back with another dark academia playlist for all of you poets and writers and painters and students pulling late-night study sessions. ? Let yourself wander through ancient libraries and long-forgotten places with these piano pieces – I hope you enjoy! ?

☁️ Tracklist:
00:00 – And We Walk After (Trevor Kowalski)
02:44 – Togetherless (Franz Gordon)
06:22 – The Beggar (Franz Gordon)
09:18 – By the Border (Lama House)
11:53 – Memories of Sardinia (Franz Gordon)
15:22 – Himitsu (Lama House)
17:55 – Notes to Self (Gavin Luke)
20:41 – Overcome (Megan Wofford)
23:50 – The French Library (Franz Gordon)
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79 comments

    1. esther shih

      @erina it’s a great way to fall asleep isn’t it haha. Just spend a lil time each night doing worldbuilding or exploring character backgrounds. Playing around with “what if” scenarios. God I love it so much.

    2. erina

      @esther shih hey, I have the same thing. The world in my head, it’s been there since I was 12. I’ve got journals too, filled with family trees, mythology, backstories, religions, languages, maps. And I dream about it before bed as well 🙂

  1. Marc Ensign

    Why do we feel at most ourselves while listening to sad, melancholic music? There is no pretense in deep introspection, only brutal honesty. In a strange yet hallowed way, the clarity that comes from this pained interlude comforts us and clears our minds. Life is made of the things we’ve picked up along the way. Some belong and some don’t, and when a sentiment crosses our path (as these melodies endlessly invoke), we immediately know which is which. The contrast reveals us to ourselves as we reach into the darkness and draw out light. It’s an odd path to peace but one that is as old and sure as time itself.

  2. Krystal

    I started playing piano in high school and I would write my own music like this, I would play the piano wherever I found one and people always said why do you play sad music? To me it wasn’t sad and still isn’t, I just played what I liked and it was so easy for me came naturally. Still love it over 10+ years later.

    1. Hourstone

      I had the same experience just making up piano music for years; not everybody understands, some think it’s “sad” or “elevator music”, but to those who understand, it is so much more. Also, there is nothing wrong with something being “sad”, life is not always fun and fair, meeting life’s sadness straight on is truthful, meaningful, important and just honest. Wishing you well on your path.

    2. anthony w

      For some reason Krystal..I’m the same way. Whenever I sit down to play, it just comes naturally to me. My wife asks me why I play this way. I believe it’s an extension of my soul. It’s just me.

  3. Jared smith

    Man this really is melancholy. It’s fascinating to me that music can be both sorrowful and beautiful at the same time. Like a depressing dance of life occasionally filled with hope and glimpses of happiness.

  4. leon kar

    I feel as a flower,
    Tripped over snow;
    Down the hills,
    Once green,
    Threaded in sorrow.
    Autumn felt,
    A small stay;
    Winter came
    Withering life,
    Now everything’s gray;
    And I live
    Inside your heart
    Like a forgotten letter,
    Only in your memories.
    —————-A Forgotten Soul Who Is A Tragic Lover of Life & Death.

    1. Chăllai

      @Anju Singh, well said. To the author of the poem above, @leon kar: your composition of melody and words is really quite beautiful – it captures the bittersweet taste of a last smile shared before a quiet, final parting. Your prose shall dwell on my mind for a while to come.

    2. Anju Singh

      @J.B By forgotten letter it represents the pressing events of life. for those can’t be set aside . the past which no longer shrouds your present unless you seek shade in bover quit of memories buried deep inside, residing in your heart without any payment of rent.I guess this was it is supposed to be meant. If not my apologies to the dear author.

  5. Monika

    I watched as the rain fell, the coffee warming my hands.
    My aching heart calmed down as I watched the beauty of this world, and for a moment forgot how ugly it had treated me.
    The soft music playing comforted me like a hug and I smiled closing my eyes as I brought the cup to my lips taking a sip.
    My books had been with me for a while but my mind wouldnt let me focus on them, but right now maybe because of the comfort I was feeling it brought me a sense of urge to start my studying.
    I grabbed the pen which was sitting next to my plate of cookies and I started to read, word after word, writing down notes after notes.
    After a while I had realised the pain had left and a feeling of accomplishment had replaced. I took a sip of my now refilled coffee cup and let a breath of relief.
    I was happy like this, this is who Im supposed to be and everything else was just a mere distraction, so I do what I do best, I push the distractions away and continue my warm rainy days.

  6. ??

    *Alone in my study I sat, pen in hand, writing away at my quote strewn journal. Whilst the deeply dreaded afternoon heat heightened my melancholic mood. I missed the gray winter mornings, how my Trenchcoat, black & sweeping, would share with me it’s desirable warmth as I made my way to class, book in hand. Now those cold comforting days were no more, replaced instead by this filth we call humidity, or more commonly referred, summer. At least I could still write, confined within my room, aided by air conditioning, & this enticing string of classical pieces. Yes, I shall continue to write, in a vain attempt at distracting myself, for maybe then, perhaps, this much resented season shall pass without another word, & I will finally be able to enjoy the beauty of winter once more, to feel the aged fabric of my dearest Trenchcoat, to breath the cold white air, to read my books as I stroll to class. Perhaps soon. But for now, I’ll sit, alone in my study, pen in hand, writing away at my quote strewn journal. Whilst I dream of a better time in a better place, wasting away in the dreaded afternoon heat.*

    -? ?????? ???????? ?????????

    1. Sunnyday

      Is there any such thing as a rested slytherin tho??we are so driven the nothing is ever enough and no matter how good we do at something it could have been better. Giving 110% is the name of our game. We dont settle for average

  7. amber hali

    college is starting soon and i’ll be travelling to and from home often. this is the perfect playlist to accompany the long bus journeys especially during these upcoming winter months. thank you so much, the time and effort you took to make this is very much appreciated 🙂

    1. Dale 1

      It always blow my mind how allot of people try so hard with computers to get certain voices, beats right get the main hook down in like 10 seconds so they could use it in a viral video if that were to happen like TickTock. And this just blows them all out of the water with a fucking piano. Beautiful to let me swim in my own thoughts then try to tell me what I’m thinking.

  8. Alexander Sibilio

    Languishes my heart
    On this lazy summer’s tail
    Like a tired old sloop
    On this seraphic waters…
    Echoes my trivialities
    Yet warm quilted
    Finds my chest
    My memories of her…
    … and then
    Autumn just tiptoes in

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