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[amok]

Never listen to 'Don't Hate Me' by Porcupine Tree or 'Nine While Nine' by Sisters of Mercy after a break-up. It's unhealthy.

[Tom]

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?

It's either a) a variation of Godwin's Law or b) reductio/argumentum ad rex

[KharBevNor]

One time I got dumped, I was just sort of 'fuck, I need some music'. So I just put on my entire library of songs on shuffle. 16,000+ tracks. First one that came up was 'Paranoid'

FINISHED WITH MY WOMAN 'COS SHE COULDN'T HELP ME WITH MY MIND...

[Edible]

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

It seems difficult to find meaningless comforting but thats subjective. Regret I understand, but lost love and that kind of stuff has been done in so much music is just become a meaningless cliché to me.

[a pack of wolves]

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.

Those two always get me, back when I was a teenager and got dumped I'd go and sit in the park at night and listen to them. Emo as fuck.

[godinpants]

Sad song, by Frank Woodley.

The song was a story about a boy with an abnormally large head.
However, the part of his head which was abnormally large, was the part which makes you sad when people make fun of you for having an abnormally large head.


On a more serious note, Brick by Ben Folds.
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"

[KharBevNor]

This is the best break-up song ever

[qiZzer]

I know i started this but i have to submit this as well

Okkervil River - For Real

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

heres the youtube
Video "http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDd4KezAFv8"

[bells]

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.

Yup, the mountain goats have got melancholy coming out of every orifice imaginable. 'There Will Be No Divorce' is no exception:

and you were sleeping on the floor,
breathing free and even,.
if i ever want to drive myself insane,
all i have to do is watch you breathing

and at 5 AM, i turned the radio on,
and an old mans voice sang a short sweet song,
and then the static roared again hungry for blood
i heard the rain falling from the rain spout
down down into the sweet wet mud,

and you punched out all the windows
and the wind began to wail
and you gathered your hair behind your head
like god was gonna catch you by the pony tail,

and then the old voice crackled through the static.
and i felt young and alive
and the hair stood up on the back of my neck
we were rising from the grave, yeah yeah.

everything about it breaks my heart.

[Juxtaposition]

After the bombs, by The Decemberists.


After the bombs subside
And this long, low campaign
Calls it good for the night
We meet in the streets
Will we meet in a bar’s cold light?
We grip at our hands
We hold just a little tight

After the bombs
After the bombs subside

And after the rockets come
And the glimmer of fire
Pretends an early dawn
We pinch at our skin
While we wonder how we escaped harm
We forget all our trials
All there in our baby’s arms

After the rockets
After the rockets come

Then we’ll go dancing
Won’t we go dancing?
Yes, we’ll go dancing
Until it all starts over again

Then we’ll go dancing
Yes, we’ll go dancing
Won’t we go dancing?
Until it all starts over again 

[Tom]

no, i can't beat that. It's just too good a song.

oh, wait...

These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day youll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And youll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
Ive watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Theres so many different worlds
So many differents suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones

Now the suns gone to hell
And the moons riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

[monkandmovies13]

It is nearly impossible for me to listen to After the Bombs without crying.

That organ is freaking amazing. Jenny Conlee is my hero.

[Tom]

Of all the b-sides from the crane wife it is my favourite, though i'm rateher partial to The Day I Knew You Wouldn't Ever Come Back.

But it's not the lyrics in that, it's the sax.

[monkandmovies13]

I'm not sure if I like After the Bombs or Culling of the Fold better. I really like The Perfect Crime #1, and I really like The Day I Knew You'd Not Come Back, but together...not so much. Too long and not interesting enough.

I really like Hurdles Even Here, although most people I know don't. I think it does and succeeds in doing what When The War Came tried to do and failed in doing. I really like the rawness and simplicity of it.

[Tom]

Culling of the Fold and After the Bombs cannot be compared because they each seem to represent differnet sides of their music.
Perfect Crime 1 & The Day I Knew You Wouldn't Ever Come Back i found to be captavating on their own but together as one, rather annoying.
Hurdles Even Here wouldn't guite have fitted with the album's ascetic as well as the When the War Came but is, by far, the better song.

[monkandmovies13]

You share basically all my feelings about the B-sides.

I remember I used to try falling asleep to After The Bombs, because I thought that would work out for some reason, but then I would just end up ferociously crying into my pillow for far too long. And then be cranky at school the next day. Now I settle for Shankill Butchers.

I have every single Decemberists song and record and am a crazy fan, and When The War Came is the only song of theirs I don't like. I can see why they put it in the album as opposed to some of the B-sides; it keeps the rhythm of the album going and keeps the flow of it nice, but it's a bad song. If they had but in Hurdles or Bombs or something, it would have been a weird transition. And Bombs didn't really have any place on the album at all, which is so sad.

Goes to show you how a good album isn't just about great songs. I don't think many people appreciate how important and difficult it is to pick the songs and put them in an order that works.

Anyway...Yeah.

[Tom]

I too am a mad crazy fan but being in Australia means that I barely see them and haven't yet. It's great to see someone also notes that a good album isn't just the sum of its contents.

[monkandmovies13]

A while ago, there were rumors of an Australian tour...but then they said they're resting up for the rest of the year, so I don't know what to believe.

They cancelled their US tour the DAY of my concert. I was waiting on line, and was the fourth person there. It was so sad.

[Tom]

You're in america, so don't worry so much. They'll start touring again later and knowing them they'll make up for it even though they don't have to.

[CamusCanDo]

I've got to look into these bonus tracks apparently.

[Tom]

go go gadget sendspace upload!!

[Mobius_Logic]

Old modest mouse. Most depressing thing in the world.

Sit and think for a while and you'll realize that you still die.

[Will]

My contribution to this thread shall be in the form of A Sliver Mt. Zion lyrics. The whole song itself is pretty damned sad, but I bolded the parts that for whatever reason make me all choked-up.

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...

[Clobbersaurus]

wouldn't just about anything by Bright Eyes or Morrissey do the trick?



Bat for Lashes "Sad Eyes"
I have to skip over this track pretty often. It's just, you know, TOO good.


I don't like the things you don't say
Leaving it for such a long long time
Why do you show me those sad sad eyes
Each time you decide to pass on by

And when you smile those sad eyes
Look sadder and sadder still

Autumn's hue in those sad eyes
Makes me love and love them more
I'll have a bath, I'll make the dinner
And then I'll go wait for a long long time
But still you've not passed my door

And when you smile those sad eyes
Look sadder and sadder still

I can tell that you're lonely
But it seems now
There's nothing you want me to do
So I won't try to take the sadness
From those eyes that I love
Leave it open for someone else to

And when you smile those sad eyes
Look sadder and sadder still

Trying to hold it together
Keep my love as light as a feather
Sad eyes baby it's been such a long time
Keep my heart breaking in the dark
Come and spend the night

Trying to hold it together
Keep my love as light as a feather
Sad eyes baby it's been such a long time
Keep my heart breaking in the dark
Come and spend the night

Sad eyes, sad eyes, sad eyes...
-------------------

The lyrics don't do the trick though. it's mostly Natasha Khan's ghostly voice.

[E. Spaceman]

Will just reminded me of how fucking awesome and depressing ASMZ can be.
This is my personal favourite:


The Triumph Of Our Tired Eyes

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?"

[osprey]

and ladies and gentlement, representing the genre of emo, i give you the most depressing song by the most depressing band in the world (i really love it).  the second last line gets me every time

"to a husband at war"
by i hate myself

things are here, and you're over there
and in between: land, sea, everything
i hope you're warm, and i hope you think of me,
and the way things used to be.
yesterday, a telegram said that you had died,
but i knew and i know that it was a lie.
i tried to laugh but went back to my room and cried
i mean our room. i went back to our room and cried
retreat, and come back home

[lprkn]

I wish that that was usually the case. Instead it's often:

I hope you die.
I want a divorce.
And I'm cheating on you.

[a pack of wolves]

Often the case in what? If you mean emo then you're way off base. Verbose lyrics referencing Michel Foucault yes, divorce not so much.

[KvP]

I think he means it's often the case that letters to husbands/boyfriends on the front are break-up letters. Which, from the stories I hear from friends in the service, isn't inaccurate.

[a pack of wolves]

Ah yes, that should have been rather obvious. Oops.

On a similar not, I always find 'Joining The Army' by Lucero to be very sad:

Told you I was joining the army, had no excuse
Seemed the right thing to do
And you called me a fool
Said I'd come back mean and cruel
I said I just wanted to make my grandfather proud
Even though he's not around
Been gone since, I was thirteen
I'm still worried what he'd think about me
Playing this guitar just ain't gonna cut it, for long
I mean singing these songs don't compare to what he did over there
Need to prove I can carry my share
Take on my own load and bear
To me it all seems fair.

[E. Spaceman]

I have no problem with your wife hating you for killing people.

[a pack of wolves]

It is a fair call. A much better reason than 'I hate those curtains you bought and your yearly income is sub-par'.

[Inlander]

Okay, well if we're talking war songs then two that have been covered by Billy Bragg spring immediately to mind. Firstly, "Everywhere" by Greg Trooper and Sid Griffin:

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?

And then there's "My Youngest Son Came Home Today", by Eric Bogle:

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.

[yossarian07]

The Magnetic Field, "The Saddest Story Ever Told"
We used to go out on the summer nights and dance in the neon rain
We used to hold hands at the movie show but we'll never hold hands again
Do do do do do come on come on
Do do do do do come on come on
(C): Those days are gone You and I were young those summer nights
You'll see the world diving for a girl you'll never find
and then we'll quietly grow old: the saddest story ever told.
Once upon a time we fell in love or at least that's what you said
You say I can find someone else but I just wish I was dead
Do do do do do come on come on
Do do do do do come on come on. (C)

[SleeperCylon]

The most emo lyric ever has not been written yet, but it will be written by Bright Eyes.

Other very emo lyrics come from Kings of Leon and Linkin Park.

That's a type of music I like to call 'Whinecore'.

The most emo lyrics in a song that doesn't suck are probably by Nick Drake.

[squawk]

'Whinecore'

no

[Ballard]

It is entirely instrumental, but Loud Pipes by Ratatat is one of the saddest songs I've ever heard.

[ImRonBurgundy?]

"Virtute the Cat Explains Her Departure" by The Weakerthans is pretty

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

Even more so if you're familiar with its prequel, "Plea From a Cat Named Virtute"

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.

[Buttfranklin]

I'm surprised no one's mentioned this, as it's one of the most depressing songs I've ever heard,

The Perfect Fit by the Dresden Dolls

I could make a dress,
a robe fit for a prince.
I could clothe a continent,
but i can't sew a stitch.

I can paint my face,
and stand very very still.
It's not very practical,
but it still pays the bills.

I can't change my name,
but I could be your type.
I can dance and win at games
like Backgammon and Life.

I used to be the smart one,
sharp as a tack.
Funny 'bout how skipping years ahead
has held me back.

I used to be the bright one,
top in my class.
Funny what they give you when you
just learn how to ask.

I can write a song,
but I can't sing in key.
I can play piano,
but I never learned to read.

I can't trap a mouse,
but I can pet a cat.
No, I'm really serious!
I'm really very good at that.

I can't fix a car,
but I can fix a flat.
I could fix a lot of things,
but I'd rather not get into that.

I used to be the bright one,
Smart as a whip.
Funny how you slip so far when
teachers don't keep track of it.

I used to be the tight one,
the perfect fit.
Funny how those compliments can
make you feel so full of it.

I can shuffle cut and deal,
but I can't draw a hand.
I can't draw a lot of things,
I hope you understand.
I'm not exceptionally shy,
but I've never had a man
that I could look straight in the eye
and tell my secret plans.

I can take a vow,
and I can wear a ring,
and I can make you promises,but
they won't mean a thing.

Can't you just do it for me? I'll pay you well.
Fuck, I'll pay you anything if you could end this.

Can't you just fix it for me? It's gone berserk...
Oh, fuck! I'll give you anything if
you can make the damn thing work.

Can't you just fix it for me? I'll pay you well.
Oh, fuck! I'll pay you anything
if you could end this hell.
I love you will you tell me your name?
Hello, I'm good for nothing - will you love me just the same?

Just the same

[Mobius_Logic]

speaking of the weakerthans:

A soft breeze with the slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush,
contrasting with the hoarfrost,
clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees
(the ones you said you'd like to be),
and the birds that screamed at the sun
now buried deep down below the ground,
beneath the snow, I press my shoulder to this wall between us.
I know you are behind me and I press my shoulder to this wall,
determined not to turn around.
I do and see you standing,
still that statue that I molded in my mind to kiss,
so beautiful you'll never move again.
Someplace far away, at some sad table littered with chipped plates,
with bad light,
in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor,
you said "True meaning would be dying with you",
and though I wanted to, I did not smile.
But now I will give up on this wall that I have fought with,
never uncover meaning behind our rich words.
If I could I would make you a raging river,
with angry rapids, supplied with rain,
so you could always meander
and forever be able to run away
without contending with myths wrongly interpreted, with pain.
A harsh wind.

That ones always been one of my favorites but its a bit of a downer.

[OstermanA]

Outta left field:

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

[Statik]

Damn near anything by Sentenced:  (long post, sorry, hard to pick just one)

Consider:

-The Rain Comes Falling Down (from the album : Frozen) (excerpt)

now every single cloud becomes a raging storm
as I go seeking for the one I used to live for'
since your love was taken away
my heart's been beating empty beats
well, it will end tonight'
-the blade shall set me free
a steady hand with this sharpened cold steel
will help me wipe away this pain that I feel
the rain comes falling down
my life flows to the ground
no longer feeling the pain
my flame now fading away


--No More Beating As One (from the album: Crimson)

She was no longer precious to me
I guess my hate grew much stronger than my love for her ever did
(I was) so tired of chasing that person who made me feel loved
and as we were embracing I cut and spilt the dearest blood

I'm praying for her soul as this blood on my hands stains me whole

You were my life, from you I fed of
And now parted by knife - the suicide of our love
So callous and frigid was that stillborn soul
yet no other half could ever make me whole

You promised: "'til death do us part", and then you made a stone of my heart
And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame

Gone are the times when I felt alive
Gone are those nights with you by my side
And now here I stand as the shadows grow deep
With the death on my hand at your grave I weep

We were one yet not the same
Once passion abundant, now pain

And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame

Love laved with stillness like the grave in my heart
and all the reasons huddled in your seeping blood

And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
And with the last rays of the setting sun she bled her love away
No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame


--Excuse Me While I Kill Myself (from the album: The Cold White Light)

"How do you do? Have yourselves a pleasant afternoon!"
Well, fuck you, too!
"Good night" is the one I choose for you!

- I'll kill myself:
I'll blow my brains onto the wall!
- See you in Hell,
I will not take this anymore!
Now, this is where it ends,
this is where I will draw the line
So, 'scuse me while I end my life.

I will pull this through
Not having a reason is no excuse
What the Hell do you suppose I have left to lose?
(You?)

- I'll kill myself:
I'll blow my brains onto the wall!
- See You in Hell,
I will not take this anymore!
This is where it ends: I'll put a bullet in my head
And yes, drop dead [HA-HA-HA]!
This is where it ends, this is where I will draw the line:
- Excuse me while
I Kill myself.


--Consider Us Dead (from the album: The Funeral Album (side note: their last album, intentionally)

Feel it... And how it's weighing in your hand
Cold and loaded
See it... Oh, how it's shining in my hand
Cold and loaded
I know I haven't got the balls to pull this through
And therefore I'm laying all my faith in you

Raise the gun, take aim and shoot me
Put a bullet through my head
Consider us dead
Raise the gun, take aim and blow me away
Squeeze the trigger, free the lead
Consider us dead

We're leaving... this human ruin behind
Too cold and empty...
Yes leaving... for there's nothing more I can find
In this cold and empty
The choice is mine so don't be afraid to pull this through
Just get a grip, I'm dying to get rid of you

[KvP]

Howsabout that Iggy Pop and his song "Dum Dum Boys" off of The Idiot, itself a pretty dark album. It's about a guy trying to find his old circle of friends only to find that they're all ruined and things will never be the way they were. When I listen to it I think of all the old friends I used to have.

As with all Iggy's lyrics, they're not particularly literate or complex. Maybe you just have to listen to the song, I don't know.

Things have been tough
Without the dum dum boys
I can't seem to speak
The language
I remember how they
Used to stare at the ground
They looked as if they
Put the whole world
Looked as if they put
the whole world down


The first time I saw
the dum dum boys
I was fascinated
They just stood in front
Of the old drug store
I was most impressed
No one else was impressed
Not at all
And we'd sing
da-da-da-da-da-da
dum dum day
Where are you now my
dum dum boys are you
Alive or dead
Have you left me the last
Of the dum dum daze
Then the sun goes down
And the boys broke down


People said we were negative
They said we'd take but
we would never give
But we'd sing da-da-da
Da-da-da dum dum day
Da-da-da-da-da dum
And hope it would pay
Da-da-da-da it's been
A dumdumdum day
A dum dum day


Now I'm looking for
The dum dum boys
Where are you now
When I need your noise


Now I'm looking for
The dum dum boys
The walls close in and
I need some noise

[2HourHiatus]

I find Xiu Xiu can be depressing. I mean, brothers raping brothers isn't the happiest concept.

[Ravenbomb]

"The Shortest Story" by Harry Chapin

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

[ThirteenTwelve]

Why no Nick Cave love, huh? Here's some depressing shit, guys and gals:

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

Man. That (being 'Where Do We Go Now But Nowhere) song's depressive effect has multiplied to the point where I can't listen to it anymore. So I skip it, and then THIS fucker comes up on my playlist:

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

WHY IS IT THE SONG OF JOY!? WHY!!? Oh, right. Because of the woman. Then I skip THIS one, and I land on the saddest Cave tune of all...

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

This one perks me up.

[Thrillho]

I hate to say it, but as far as depression value, No More Shall We Part makes Boatman's Call look like The Beach Boys circa 1963.

[romanceisdead]

has any1 heard of a band/singer... imogen heap?
my friend tryed 2 get me into

the most depressingly underworked music of all time
i swear she made half of her songs while on crack
slitting her wrists and writing with her own blood...


btw also funeral for a friend and senses fail hav sum pretty depressing lyrics

=]

[KharBevNor]

I put my back against an oak
Thinking it was some trusty tree
But first it bent, and then it broke
And so did my false love to me

I put my hand into a bush
Thinking some sweetest flower to find
I pricked my finger to the bone
Leaving the sweetest flower behind

Oh meeting is a pleasure
And parting is a grief
But an unconstant lover
Is worse than any thief

A thief willl but rob you
And take all that you have saved
But an unconstant lover
Will bring you to the grave

The grave it will decay you
And turn you into dust
There's not one in a thousand
Who you can really trust

They'll kiss you and they'll court you
And they'll tell to you more lies
As the hairs upon your head love
Or the stars in the skies

Come all you yong lovers
A warning take by me
Don't place your affection
On a green willow tree

For the leaves they will wither
The branches will decay
And all your poor love
Will soon fall away

We hung upon a hook
Cut me to the bone
Froze me with a kiss
Laid upon your throne

In the abattoirs of love
In the abattoirs of love
In the abattoirs of love
In the abattoirs of love

You're in the serpent's jaws
Love chains you to the floor
Like fools you climbed so high
It's further then to fall

In the abattoirs of love
In the abattoirs of love
In the abattoirs of love
In the abattoirs of love

Love's a tomb for fools, for fools
Love's a tomb for fools...
Love's a tomb for fools, for fools
Love's a tomb for fools...

[bryanthelion]

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

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

Wow, in the song it sounded good.. but on paper?