I had a brother once
He drowned in a bathtub
Before he had ever learned how to talk
And I don’t know what his name was
But my mother does
I heard her say it once
Padriac, my prince, I've all but died
From the sheer weight of my shame
You cried but no one came
And the water filled your tiny lungs
Appear, my dear, and cry for me
It was six years ago today
That we laid you in your grave
Your sweet young skin was shining then too
Fuck Conor Oberst.
That is absolutely the worst piece of lyricism I have ever heard.
Fuck Conor Oberst.
The saddest music I've ever heard is probably Joy Division's work, mosrtly due in part to Ian Curtis' lyrics and his bass-baritone singing. I've yet to hear something more desperate sounding.
That is absolutely the worst piece of lyricism I have ever heard.
Fuck Conor Oberst.
Every Elliott Smith song ever.Truth.
To be honest, I never really found songs promoting nihilism or the ideologies behind it all that depressing. I have to agree that Joy Divisions work along with alot of the Cure to be some of the saddest stuff around. Particularly because both their singers look like the saddest-bastards ive ever seen.
I think the saddest thing I have heard is "Still Light" by The Knife:
"The doctor came in the morning
She held my hand
And asked "was it worth it?"
"Could it be worse than this?"
Please recall
Give me a hint
Anything will do
If this was the last time now you should tell us what to do
I was afraid I guess
Now I can't think no more
I was so concentrated
On keeping things together
I've learned to focus on
I didn't want to disappoint
Now where is everybody
Is it still light outside? "
Not every single one, Eugene!
"Cat Heaven".
"(Hospital Vespers)".
"The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone "
"The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone "
The saddest part of that song is:
"And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes"
And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying,
As your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet.
Rings of flowers round your eyes and I love you,
For the rest of your life
To be honest, I never really found songs promoting nihilism or the ideologies behind it all that depressing. I have to agree that Joy Divisions work along with alot of the Cure to be some of the saddest stuff around. Particularly because both their singers look like the saddest-bastards ive ever seen.
Well the fact that they should remind you that nothing you do will mean anything on a large scale and that everything you stand for and love etc will eventually become dust should do it.
That is absolutely the worst piece of lyricism I have ever heard.
Fuck Conor Oberst.
He is no where near as good as Kasher.
The entire "Judgement" record by Anathema. One of the most beautifully melancholic records of all time.
Honestly, why does every goddamn thread in this forum have to turn into a "Let's Hate on Conor Oberst" thread?
On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time
It was cold, so I put on a sweater, and I turned up the heat
And the walls began to close in and I felt so sad and frightened
I practically ran from the living room out into the street
And the wind began to blow, and all the trees began to pant
And the world, in its cold way, started coming alive
And I stood there like a businessman waiting for the train
And I got ready for the future to arrive
And I sang oh, what do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
What do I do without you?
That is absolutely the worst piece of lyricism I have ever heard.
Fuck Conor Oberst.He is no where near as good as Kasher.
Honestly, why does every goddamn thread in this forum have to turn into a "Let's Hate on Conor Oberst" thread?
To be honest, I never really found songs promoting nihilism or the ideologies behind it all that depressing. I have to agree that Joy Divisions work along with alot of the Cure to be some of the saddest stuff around. Particularly because both their singers look like the saddest-bastards ive ever seen.
Well the fact that they should remind you that nothing you do will mean anything on a large scale and that everything you stand for and love etc will eventually become dust should do it.
It's not that I don't understand what nihilism implies. Many nihlists find comfort in pointlessness of everything. Personally I find a song about lost love, longing, or regret way worse than "anything I do doesn't matter" because it is seemingly more relatable.
Currently, I am taking great joy in the pain Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd is giving me
I—I believed—memory might mirror no reflections on me,
I—I believed—that in forgetting I might set myself free.
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat…
And then I choked.
I bled—I tried to hide the heart from the head.
And I—I said I bled—In the arms of a girl I'd barely met.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground—
And then I drowned.
And if I can't see it’s for want of—you
You said, "I see"
If there's nothing here then it’s probably mine
My—My turn to see—if there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat—
And then I choked.
I—I guess I've learned the taste of days that will always burn.
I—I guess I've learned if it’s in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground—and then I drowned.
And if I can't see it’s for want of—you
You.
I read somewhere that every wall's a door to something new
Well if that's true-why can't i get through?
Cause I'm not who I thought I was
And I can't explain
But it feels like...I'm falling through a hole in my heart
Just falling through a hole in my heart
Don't try to reach for nothing at all
I could walk around--fall in love with a face or two
But it wouldn't be you--no it wouldn't be you
Cause you're not who I thought you were
No I can't explain
No, no I can't explain
But it feels like I'm falling through a hole in my heart
Falling through a hole in my heart.
Don't try to reach for nothing at all.
I can't, I can't explain.
Some nights I thirst for real blood
For real knives
For real cries
And then the flash of steel from real guns
In real life
Really fills my mind
And I really miss what really did exist
When I held your throat so tight
And I miss the bus as it swerved from us
Almost came crashing to its side
Sometimes the blood from real cuts
Feels real nice
When it's really mine
And if you want it to be real
Come over for one night
And we can really, really climb
And those blue bridge lights might really burn most bright
As we watch that dark lake rise
And if you really want to see what really matters most to me
Just take a real short drive
I just got broke the fuck up with (get a blog, I know), so YMMV; but I find that "Woke Up New," by The Mountain Goats, tends to make me lose my shit. Devastating in its simplicity and truth.
They put angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight up angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair
They put angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair
Straight up angels in the electric chair
The electric chair, the electric chair
And no one knew or no one cared
But burning stars lit up their hair
And burning stars lit up their hair
And crawled to heaven on golden stairs
And oh, how we to and fro
To and fro, to and fro
Oh, how we to and fro
To and fro, to and fro
Oh, how we to and fro
To and fro, to and fro
Oh, how we to and fro
To and fro, to and fro
This our torched estates
We're your sweet mistakes
And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?
And all them vulgar kings on their dirty thrones
Who among us will avenge Ms. Nina Simone?
There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident above the burning trees
While somewhere distant, peacefully
Our vulgar leaders sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless our dead marines
The hungry and the hanged
The damaged and the done
Striving 'long this spinning rock
Tumbling past the sun
Get through this life without killing anyone
And consider yourself golden
Lost a friend to cocaine
Couple friends to smack
Troubled hearts map deserts
And they rarely do come back
Lost a friend to oceans
Lost a friend to hills
Lost a friend to suicide
Lost a friend to pills
Lost a friend to monsters
Lost a friend to shame
Lost a friend to marriage
Lost a friend to blame
Lost a friend to worry
And lost a friend to wealth
Lost a friend to stubborn pride
And then I lost myself
--not the flashiest of wordplay here, just really simple statements paired with Ephraim's voice, which is the best depiction of the word "tortured" I've ever heard--
I love my dog and she loves me
The world's a mess and so are we
She tumbles long green, muddy fields
Sick with joy and glee
And as she dreams sweet puppy dreams
Whimpering gently
There's fresh meat in the club tonight
God bless our dead marines
Someone had an accident above the burning trees
While somewhere distant, peacefully
Our vulgar princes sleep
Dead kids don't get photographed
God bless this century
When the world is sick
Can't no one be well?
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
When the world is sick
Can't no one be well?
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong
When the world is sick
Can't no one be well?
But I dreamt we was all beautiful and strong...
Sisters and brothers,
We have surely lost our way.
In strip malls full of cancer,
And a pathetic rain.
And lover, sweet lover
Please don't discipline your hands.
Just kiss me in the morning,
In your dirtiest pants.
We will find our way.
We will find our way.
There is beauty in this land,
But i don't often see it.
There is beauty in this land,
But i don't often feel it.
Pimples are flowers,
Musicians are cowards!
Let's argue in the kitchen,
For hours and hours.
Tomorrow is a travesty,
Tomorrow should be ours.
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
Musicians are cowards!
The soldiers with their specialists
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lost ones and the desparate ones and the driven ones.
The soldiers with their cigarettes
And the pigs with their guns cannot stop,
The lonesome ones and the desparate ones and the smart ones.
So come on friends,
To the barricades again.
So come on friends,
To the barricades again.
So come on friends,
To the barricades again.
So come on friends,
To the barricades again.
We will find our way,
We will find our way.
"When we finally cross the barricades
With the angels on our side
When we finally deny all the populary loss
When we finally let doubt and worry die
How will it feel?"
Dig in boys for an extended say
Those were the final orders to come down that day
Waiting to be saved in the Phillipines
You'll wait forever for the young marines
Now I believe to be here is right
But I have to say that I'm scared tonight
Crouching in this hole with a mouth full of sand
What comes first, the country or the man
Look at those slanted eyes coming up over the hill
Catching us by surprise, it's time to kill or be killed
Over here, over there, it's the same everywhere
A boy cries out for his mama before he dies for his home
All my life I wanted to be
As clever and strong as my best friend Lee
We grew up together along Half Moon Bay
Lee was Japanese, born in the U.S.A.
When Tommy was fighting Jerry along the River Seine
Me and Lee wanted to do the same
Then they bombed Pearl Harbor at the break of day
I was headed for these islands when Lee was hauled away
They said look at his slanted eyes, he's guilty as guilty can be
Sent here as enemy spies to sabotage the Land of the Free
I never got home, my platoon was never saved
That little fox hole became my island grave
Lee got out of jail but a prisoner he remained
'Til he ended his own life to lose that ball and chain
And they said, Oh Little Slanted Eyes can't you forgive and forget
And he said, Oh Mr. Friendly Ghost
Can you catch water in a net?
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The fife and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today
My youngest son was a fine young man
With a wife, a daughter and two sons
And a man he would have lived and died
'Til by a bullet sanctified
Now he's a saint or so they say
They brought their young saint home today
An Irish sky looks down and weeps
Upon the narrow Belfast streets
At children's blood in gutters spilled
In dreams of glory unfulfilled
As part of freedom's price to pay
My youngest son came home today
My youngest son came home today
His friends marched with him all the way
The pipe and drum beat out the time
While in his box of polished pine
Like dead meat on a butcher's tray
My youngest son came home today
And this time he's here to stay.
'Whinecore'
It had something to do with the rain
leeching loamy dirt
and the way the back lane came alive
half moon whispered "go"
for a while I heard you missing steps in the street
and your anger pleading in an uncertain key
singing the sound of you that you found for me
When the winter took the tips of my ears
found this noisy home
full of pigeons and places to hide
and when the voices die
I emerged to watched abandoned machines
waiting for their men
to return, I remember the way
I would wait for you
to arrive with kibble and a box full of beer
how I'd scratch the empties desperate to hear
you make the sound that you found for me
After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby
let you brush my matted fur
how I'd knead into your chest while you were sleeping
shallow breathing made me purr
But I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound that you found for me
I can't remember the sound
Why don't you ever want to play? I'm tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now, and you don't eat much of anything. I don't know who you're talking to-I made a search through every room, but all I found was dust that moved in shadows of the afternoon. And listen, about those bitter songs you sing? They're not helping anything. They won't make you strong. So, we should open up the house. Invite the tabby two doors down. You could ask your sister, if she doesn't bring her Basset Hound. Ask the things you shouldn't miss: tape-hiss and the Modern Man, The Cold War and Card Catalogues, to come and join us if they can, for girly drinks and parlor games. We'll pass around the easy lie of absolutely no regrets, and later maybe you could try to let your losses dangle off the sharp edge of a century, and talk about the weather, or how the weather used to be. And I'll cater with all the birds that I can kill. Let their tiny feathers fill disappointment. Lie down; lick the sorrow from your skin. Scratch the terror and begin to believe you're strong. All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV, and frankly that thing doesn't really interest me. I swear I'm going to bite you hard and taste your tinny blood if you don't stop the self-defeating lies you've been repeating since the day you brought me home. I know you're strong.
Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin’ to find the ocean
Lookin’ everywhere
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Ain’t nowhere to run to
There ain’t nothin’ here for free
Hooker on the corner
Waitin’ for a train
Drunk lyin’ on the sidewalk
Sleepin’ in the rain
And they hide their faces
And they hide their eyes
’cause the city’s dyin’
And they don’t know why
Oh, baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live
Oh, baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live, just to live
Get my sister sandy
And my little brother ray
Buy a big old wagon
Gonna haul us all away
Livin’ in the country
Where the mountain’s high
Never comin’ back here
’til the day I die
Oh, baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live
Oh, baltimore
Man, it’s hard just to live, just to live
I am born today
The sun burns a promise in my eye
Momma strikes me
And I draw a breath and cry
Above me a cloud softly
Tumbles through the sky
I am glad...to be alive
It is my seventh day
I taste the hunger and I cry
My brother and sister
Cling to momma's side
She squeezes her breast
But it has nothing to provide
Someone weeps
I fall asleep
It is twenty days today
Momma does not hold me anymore
I open my mouth
But I am too weak to cry
Above me a bird
Slowly crawls across the sky
Why is there nothing
Now to do but die
I remember a girl so very well
The carnival drums all mad in the air
Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell
O where do we go now but nowhere
In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun
And then we fucked it down again
Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down
Going round and round to nowhere
The kitten that padded and purred on my lap
Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear
I turn the other cheek and you lay into that
O where do we go now but nowhere
O wake up, my love, my lover wake up
O wake up, my love, my lover wake up
Across clinical benches with nothing to talk
Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer
While the bones of our child crumble like chalk
O where do we go now but nowhere
I remember a girl so bold and so bright
Loose-limbed and laughing and brazen and bare
Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light
O where do we go now but nowhere
You come for me now with a cake that you've made
Ravaged avenger with a clip in your hair
Full of glass and bleach and my old razorblades
O where do we go now but nowhere
O wake up, my love, my lover wake up
O wake up, my love, my lover wake up
If they'd give me my clothes back then I could go home
From this fresh, this clean, antiseptic air
Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans
O where do we go now but nowhere
Around the duck pond we grimly mope
Gloomily and mournfully we go rounds again
And one more doomed time and without much hope
Going round and around to nowhere
From the balcony we watched the carnival band
The crack of the drum a little child did scare
I can still feel his tiny fingers pressed in my hand
O where do we go now but nowhere
If I could relive one day of my life
If I could relive just a single one
You on the balcony, my future wife
O who could have known, but no one
O wake up, my love, my lover make up
O wake up, my love, my lover make up
SONG OF JOY
Have mercy on me, sir
Allow me to impose on you
I have no place to stay
And my bones are cold right through
I will tell you a story
Of a man and his family
And I swear that it is true
Ten years ago I met a girl named Joy
She was a sweet and happy thing
Her eyes were bright blue jewels
And we were married in the spring
I had no idea what happiness and little love could bring
Or what life had in store
But all things move toward their end
All things move toward their their end
On that you can be sure
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Then one morning I awoke to find her weeping
And for many days to follow
She grew so sad and lonely
Became Joy in name only
Within her breast there launched an unnamed sorrow
And a dark and grim force set sail
Farewell happy fields
Where joy forever dwells
* Hail horrors hail *
Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition
As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night
Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife
Ah, I see sir, that I have your attention!
Well, could it be?
How often I've asked that question
Well, then in quick succession
We had babies, one, two, three
We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly
They were their mother's children
Their eyes were bright blue jewels
And they were quiet as a mouse
There was no laughter in the house
No, not from Hilda, Hattie or Holly
"No wonder", people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"
Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home
I was visiting a sick friend
I was a doctor then
Joy and the girls were on their own
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Joy had been bound with electrical tape
In her mouth a gag
She'd been stabbed repeatedly
And stuffed into a sleeping bag
In their very cots my girls were robbed of their lives
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
Method of murder much the same as my wife's
It was midnight when I arrived home
Said to the police on the telephone
Someone's taken four innocent lives
They never caught the man
He's still on the loose
It seems he has done many many more
Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood
The police are investigating at tremendous cost
In my house he wrote "his red right hand"
That, I'm told is from Paradise Lost
The wind round here gets wicked cold
But my story is nearly told
I fear the morning will bring quite a frost
And so I've left my home
I drift from land to land
I am upon your step and you are a family man
Outside the vultures wheel
The wolves howl, the serpents hiss
And to extend this small favour, friend
Would be the sum of earthly bliss
Do you reckon me a friend?
The sun to me is dark
And silent as the moon
Do you, sir, have a room?
Are you beckoning me in?
La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that
Stagger Lee
His woman threw him out in the ice and snow
And told him, "Never ever come back no more"
Stagger Lee
So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud
Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood
Stagger Lee
He said "Mr Motherfucker, you know who I am"
The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn"
To Stagger Lee
He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
Mr. Stagger Lee
Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way
And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day"
Mr Stagger Lee
Well those were the last words that the barkeep said
'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head
Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown
Was known to make more money than any bitch in town
She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt
Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
With Stagger Lee
She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherfucker's head"
She said, "You ain't look like you scored in quite a time.
Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime"
Mr. Stagger Lee
"But there's something I have to say before you begin
You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in,
Mr. Stagger Lee"
"I'll stay here till Billy comes in, till time comes to pass
And furthermore I'll fuck Billy in his motherfucking ass"
Said Stagger Lee
"I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know
And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole"
Said Stagger Lee
Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and he says, "You must be
That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee"
Stagger Lee
"Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees
And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead"
Said Stagger Lee
Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head
And Stag filled him full of lead
Ok I have been thinking about this question for awhile, What is the most Emo/depressing song or lyric you have ever seen or herd?
This is from Bright Eyes Padraic My Prince (http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=34481)
I had a brother once
He drowned in a bathtub
Before he had ever learned how to talk
And I don’t know what his name was
But my mother does
I heard her say it once
Padriac, my prince, I've all but died
From the sheer weight of my shame
You cried but no one came
And the water filled your tiny lungs
Appear, my dear, and cry for me
It was six years ago today
That we laid you in your grave
Your sweet young skin was shining then too
The worst part is that he made it up, he never had a brother
wouldn't just about anything by Bright Eyes or Morrissey do the trick?Not really... A lot of Morrissey's songs are only facetiously depressing, and even the ones that have serious lyrics I've never found genuinely depressing. At best they make me laugh, at worst they just make me go, "Glad I'm not Morrissey!"
On a more serious note, Brick by Ben Folds.Oh god, agreed. This came out when I was in late elementary school so I didn't think about it much, I liked it and they played it at the skating rink, etc. Then later on I got into all of Ben Folds' stuff, and found out the story behind Brick and listened to it again. Part of what I love about it is that it's not trying to make a statement about abortion, or bemoan "why did this happen to me?" It's just genuine emotions, all the things they felt.
I mean, at first, yeah it seems kind of sad.
Then you find out it's about him taking his girlfriend to have an abortion, and it becomes so much more.
"Can't you see, it's not me you're dying for"
I'm in the living room
Watching the watergate hearings
While my stepfather yells at my mother
Launches a glass across the room
Straight at her head
And i dash upstairs to take cover
Lean in close to my little record player on the floor
So this is what the volume knob's for
I listen to dance music
Dance music
the reason why I pretended and lied
is that I don´t want to kill
the poor dream that´s left in the deepest cleft
of the thing that she calls will
If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear / for I've never known completeness like being here
Shame, such a shame
I think I kind of lost myself again
Day, yesterday
Really should be leaving but I stay
Say, say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
I need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came
'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my savior
But I still don't go
Feels like something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more
Fade, made to fade
Passion's overrated anyway
Say, say my name
I need a little love to ease the pain
I need a little love to ease the pain
It's easy to remember when it came
'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my savior
But I still don't go, oh
I feel live something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more
If you knew how I long
For you now that you're gone
You'd grow wings and fly
Home to me
Home tonight
And in the morning sun
Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Let's do it all day long
Let abbots, Babbitts and Cabots
Say Mother Nature's wrong
And when we've had a couple'a'beers
We'll put on bunny suits
I long to nibble your ears
And do as bunnies do
Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Let's do it all day long
Rapidly becoming rabid
Singing little rabbit songs
I can keep it up all night
I can keep it up all day
Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Until we pass away
Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Until we pass away
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures
And instructions for dancing but
I...
I love it when you read to me and
You...
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb but
I...
I love it when you sing to me and
You...
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know but
I...
I love it when you give me things and
You...
You ought to give me wedding rings
I...
I love it when you give me things and
You...
You ought to give me wedding rings
Dance with me my old friend
once before we go
Let's pretend this song won't end
and we never have to go home
and we'll dance among the chandeliers
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tat or tatters you're entrancing
Be we in Paris or in Lansing
nothing matters when we're dancing
You've never been more beautiful
your eyes like two full moons
As here in this poor old dancehall
among the dreadful tunes
the awful songs we don't even hear...
There's an hour of sunshine,
for a million years of rain
but somehow that always seems to be enough,
When love falls from the sky, nobody ever asks why
You just take it or you leave it where it was
but there's just one kind of love
you can spend your life dreaming of
For the love of a sweet-lovin' man
some have traveled far and wide
some have given up and died
For the love of a sweet-lovin' man
some have broken down and cried
some have turned to dust inside
but I'll stay right here and hide
in the arms of my sweet-lovin' man
Until you've had sweet lovin'
there's no lovin' worth the name
but you can go blind from crying all the time
and who said life was easy
and who said a man was fair
Well I wish you well
but keep your paws off mine
You can't buy one at the mall
but he'll come if you just call...
You used to slide down the carpeted stairs
or down the bannister
you stuttered like a kaleidoscope
'cause you knew too many words
you used to make ginger bread houses
we used to have taffy pulls
Take ecstasy with me, baby
take ecstasy with me.
You had a black snowmobile
we drove out under the northern lights
a vodka bottle gave you those raccoon eyes
we got beat up just for holding hands
Take ecstasy with me, baby
take ecstasy with me.
Can anyone tell me why that one is particularly sad?
so let's take drugs
I've often talked about this stuff, some people think a lot of these songs are really happy, when i think most are really sad! It may just be the state of mind of the listener, but as someone who shares a few things with Mr Merritt, I can't help but think of them as sad.
...as someone who shares a few things with Mr Merritt...
He put his fist though the window and his foot through the door,
Cause she don't believe in his dreams anymore.
No, she don't believe in his dreams anymore,
And what's more,
She's probably right.
So he drives through the night with his foot to the floor,
Cause she don't believe in his dreams anymore.
Better hopelessly single than hopelessly poor,
And she don't believe in his dreams anymore.
No, she don't believe in his dreams anymore,
And what for?
They just drag you down.
If she's stuck in this town she can work in the store,
But she won't believe any dreams anymore.
Happiness is a warm pun