A guitar gently weeping, much like me after a sumoDaniel Hilton with permission for Varsity

Ah yes, week 6. Week 5’s older and far fiercer brother, jealous that his little brother has all the spotlight (much like Noel Gallagher) who makes sure to make it everybody else’s problem.  In our battle-hardened experience one of the few things that can get us out of our week 5 (and 6) blues is listening to music, so here are our recommendations for songs to get you through the rest of term. The rest of our recommendations are on Varsity’s Spotify page!

Heaven knows I’m Miserable Now - The Smiths

Much like the lyrics in this song, almost everything makes me absolutely miserable especially when, like Morrissey echoes in the song, I see ‘two lovers entwined pass me by’ - even more so when it’s on Silver Street with its skinny pavements. Although a small amount of happiness is also hit on the head in the song when he says he was “happy in the haze of a drunken hour”. He must’ve been talking about Clare Cellars.

Gotta Get Up - Harry Nilsson

‘Gotta get up, gotta get out/Gotta get home before the mornin' comes/What if I'm late? Gotta big date/Gotta get home before the sun comes up’. Truly Harry Nilsson encapsulates how I feel stumbling back after a night out knowing full well I have a 9am lecture in the morning. Also, the art to the album sums up how I feel, parading around my room in a dressing gown and clinging on to my coffee for dear life while its name ‘Nilsson Schmilsson’ sounds like something I wrote in the essay I finished at 5am after 7 Red Bulls. 

Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon & Garfunkel

Whether it be Silver Street bridge, Clare bridge, or Magdalene bridge, every time I cross them all I can think of is this track., The troubled water that Simon & Garfunkel were very clearly referencing in the song is absolutely the River Cam (I would say I think this when I cross King’s bridge, too, but the porters wouldn’t let me get cross it to get to Sidge).

My Rival - Steely Dan

The perfect song to play when you get to your supervision utterly dishevelled only to find your chronically organised Supo partner (your rival, obviously) come into the room with a smile and the best essay ever written. What a dickhead.