Need help in finding a song about being lonely, depressed...

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Need help in finding a song about being lonely, depressed...

Postby Ebony1983 on Fri Jan 19, 2007 10:13 am

I'm searching for songs that are about a person who is lonely, has anxiety, is depressed and anguished. I like Die Apokalyptischen Reiter and India.arie
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Postby K-Dawg on Wed Jun 27, 2007 3:55 pm

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Postby Grabmygoblin on Wed Jun 27, 2007 5:55 pm

yup, smells spammy, but it's a good topic.

nowadays I perfer happy music when I'm feeling blue.

but if you absolutely must indulge in the deepest depths of depression... when I was sick I liked the sound of The Verve, some Oasis, and Sigar Ros when blue.

then there's these songs which nearly nail what it is to be depressed:
The Real Folk Blues wrote:Happiness is just a word to me
And it might have meant a thing or two
If I'd known the difference

Emptiness, a lonely parody
And my life, another smokin' gun
A sign of my indifference

Always keepin' safe inside
Where no one ever had a chance
To penetrate a break in

Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in

Kept my cool under lock and key
And I never shed a tear
Another sign of my condidtion

Fear of love or bitter vanity
That kept me on the run
The main events at my confession

I kept a chain upon my door
That would shake the shame of Cain
Into a blind submission

The burning ghost without a name
Was calling all the same
But I wouldn't listen

The longer I'd stall
The further I'd crawl
The further I'd crawl
The harder I'd fall
I was crawlin' into the fire

The more that I saw
The further I'd fall
The further I'd fall
The lower I'd crawl
I kept fallin' into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire

Suddenly it occurred to me
The reason for the run and hide
Had totaled my existnce

Everything left on the other side
Could never be much worse that this
But could I go the distance

I faced the door and all my shame
Tearin' off each piece of chain
Until they all were broken

But no matter how I tried
The other side was licked so tight
That door it wouldn't open

Gave it all that I got
And started to knock
Shouted for someone
To open the lock
I just gotta get through the door

And the more that I knocked
The hotter I got
The hotter I got
The harder I'd knock
I just gotta break through the door

Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Break through the door


dunno, I've tried googling the lyrics but can't find song info wrote:Why can't I be cured
it's all inside my head you say
something's wrong for sure
I tell you all that I'm ok

mumblemumble this mind is not designed for...

turbulent times ahead
just beyond the walls
seasons full of dread
the mind cannot endure

night turns day to night again
and we feel so secure
you can't change your mind just yet
I'm all messed up
I hope you aren't bored.
(repeat, chorus)

somethings wrong for sure
it's all inside my head you say
tell you that I'm ok
why can't I be cured?!

(chorus)



less about depression, but I think is probably the most depressing and passionate set of lyrics I've ever heard:
Long Black Veil wrote:Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light
There were few at the scene, but they all agreed
That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me

The judge said son, what is your alibi
If you were somewhere else, then you won't have to die
I spoke not a word, thou it meant my life
For I'd been in the arms of my best friend's wife

Chorus
She walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees
Nobody knows but me

Oh, the scaffold is high and eternity's near
She stood in the crowd and shed not a tear
But late at night, when the north wind blows
In a long black veil, she cries ov're my bones
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Postby BrownEyedCat on Wed Jun 27, 2007 6:12 pm

Lush Life. William Strayhorn.

You can find a billion versions of it, though. Mine is a John Coltrane and Johnny Hartman combo.
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Postby Nyke on Wed Jun 27, 2007 7:07 pm

grabmygoblin wrote:
The Real Folk Blues wrote:...

Um, those are the lyrics to "Gotta Knock a Little Harder", not "The Real Folk Blues".
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Postby NakedElf on Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:29 pm

Try "Love Will Tear us Apart" by Joy Division.

When the routine bites hard
And ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
But emotions wont grow
And were changing our ways,
Taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again

Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
Our respect run so dry?
Yet theres still this appeal
That weve kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again

Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just cant function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again
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Postby Ahaugen on Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:31 pm

that song the Kim Jong Il puppet sang in "Team America"
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Postby Levi-chan on Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:45 pm

The Whitlams - No Aphrodisiac.
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Postby McDuffies on Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:24 pm

Beatles - Yer Blues.
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Postby Toxic on Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:49 pm

"Needle in the Hay" by Elliott Smith
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Postby TRI on Wed Jun 27, 2007 10:55 pm

Amazingly, no country in all of this. Dunno how depressing or lonely all of these will seem in text form 'though.

For No One, The Beatles wrote:The day breaks, your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

You want her, you need her
And yet you don't believe her when she said her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!

You stay home, she goes out
She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him

The day breaks, your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she says will fill your head
You won't forget her

And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years!


Oddly, this one has a really happy tune.

The Wind That Shakes the Barley, Robert D. Joyce wrote:I sat within a valley green
Sat there with my true love
And my fond heart strove to choose between
The old love and the new love
The old for her, the new that made
Me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glade
And shook the golden barley

Twas hard the mournful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us
Ah, but harder still to bear the shame
Of foreign chains around us
And so I said, "The mountain glen
I'll seek at morning early
And join the brave united men"
While soft wind shook the barley

Twas sad I kissed away her tears
Her arms around me clinging
When to my ears that fateful shot
Come out the wildwood ringing
The bullet pierced my true love's breast
In life's young spring so early
And there upon my breast she died
While soft wind shook the barley

I bore her to some mountain stream
And many's the summer blossom
I placed with branches soft and green
About her gore-stained bosom
I wept and kissed her clay-cold corpse
Then rushed o'er vale and valley
My vengeance on the foe to wreak
While soft wind shook the barley

Twas blood for blood without remorse
I took at Oulart Hollow
I placed my true love's clay-cold corpse
Where mine full soon may follow
Around her grave I wondered drear
Noon, night and morning early
With aching heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley


This one has a pretty lively tune too: the Garryowen.

Mick Ryan's Lament, Tim O'Brien wrote:Well my name is Mick Ryan, I'm lyin still
In a lonely spot near where I was killed
By a red man defending his native land
In the place that they call Little Big Horn

And I swear I did not see the irony
When I rode with the Seventh Cavalry
I thought that we fought for the land of the free
When we rode from Fort Lincoln that morning

And the band they played the Garryowen
Brass was shining, flags a flowin
I swear if I had only known
I'd have wished that I'd died back at Vicksburg

For my brother and me, we had barely escaped
From the hell that was Ireland in forty eight
Two angry young lads who had learned how to hate
But we loved the idea of Amerikay

And we cursed our cousins who fought and bled
In their bloody coats of bloody red
The sun never sets on the bloody dead
Of those who have chosen an empire

But we'd find a better life somehow
In the land where no man has to bow
It seemed right then and it seems right now
That Paddy he died for the union

Ah, but Michael he somehow got turned around
He had stolen the dream that he thought he'd found
Now I never will see that holy ground
For I turned into something I hated

And I'm haunted by the Garryowen
Drums a beating, bugles blowin'
I swear if I had only known
I'd lie with my brother in Vicksburg

And the band they played that Garryowen
Brass was shin, flags a flowin'
I swear if I had only known, I'd lie with
my brother at Vicksburg


Stay, Jorane wrote: In the dark corner of the room, I see
Another part of you and all through
And all through these house I walk, I see you
And all through this world I see you

Now that you're gone and even though it's hard to say
I know that we'll be home together somewhere, someday

I'm running through and forest of you
And the traffic swells around my feet
I'm spinning through a forest of you
And your laughter spills into the street

Now that you're gone and even though it's hard to say
I know that we'll be old together somewhere, someday

In the dark corner of the room, I see
Another part of you I see through
But I don't care I take every part of you, I don't care

Now that you're gone and even though it's hard to say
I know that we'll be old together somewhere, someday

Now that you're gone, it's hard to say
That would be whole together somewhere, someday

In the dark of the room, i see
Another part of you

And I stay


Drunken Boat, Pogues. wrote:The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar
With me head inise a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor

Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall right buy my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead

By this time in a week I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill

An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a coupled hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we stoaked ourselves in gin

Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouced full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun

We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore
I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw?

If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed
Clamped knives between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads
With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and fucking die

Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouced full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun

At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end
A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the weeds

Ther's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear
A ship's bell rings on board a wreck where the air is still and clear
And up above it means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink

Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouced full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun


Uh. Strong liberal bias on the following songs.

Deportees (Wreck Over Los Gatos Canyon), Woody Guthrie. wrote:The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps2;
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"

My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the truck till they took down and died.

Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills,
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees"

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"?

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees"


Found this additional verse online:
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.


Che Guevara T-Shirt, Shindell Richard wrote:Unburdened of their passengers
The taxis have all scattered
The hawkers move their tables out
They’ll be selling no more leather
The Oslo Queen is set to sail
From the Port of Buenos Aires
The ropes are thrown and the big horn moans
As she slips out of the harbor

The stowaway is keeping still
In the dark of his container
With his blanket and his flashlight
And a picture of his sweetheart
He’s rationing his batteries
But right now he can’t resist her
Standing there with her long brown hair
In that Che Guevara t-shirt

As the contents of his wallet show
His plan’s a little sketchy
Three hundred bucks and the bad address
Of a cousin in Miami
In a couple months with a little luck
He’ll be wiring home some money
And even if they send him back
It’ll make a damn good story

Late at night he ventures out
Each time a little farther
Emboldened by his wanderlust
His boredom, and his hunger
Til he’s standing out on the open deck
Searching for La Cruz del Sur
But by-and-by the sky he knows
Has yielded to another

The moon shines on the shipping lanes
Off the coast of Venezuela
And as he looks out at the oilers
Riding heavy up to Texas
He sings a little to himself
Luna, luna, luna llena
While the moon, a word he’s yet to learn,
Betrays him to the cameras

Now he’s somewhere in Dade County
And six weeks without a lawyer
On the basis of the evidence
They could keep him there forever
The guy with the cuban accent says
“Do you recognize this picture?”
And there she is with her long brown hair
And that Che Guevara t-shirt


I could probably come up with a couple more, but I'll stop here for now.
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Postby Phact0rri on Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:53 pm

loneliness and depression? where do you look to not find a song like that?
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Postby Ahaugen on Wed Jun 27, 2007 11:57 pm

phactorri wrote:loneliness and depression? where do you look to not find a song like that?


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Postby Tellurider on Thu Jun 28, 2007 12:25 am

Fade To Black, by Metallica.

Jeez, what is WRONG with you people? That is the ultimate sad/depressed song on the planet!

Okay, maybe not the *ultimate* but I'd think someone would have mentioned it by now...
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Postby Dutch! on Thu Jun 28, 2007 2:12 am

Levi-chan wrote:The Whitlams - No Aphrodisiac.


I wonder how many of them know who you're talking about ;)
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Postby Cope on Thu Jun 28, 2007 2:19 am

I KNOW.
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Postby Levi-chan on Thu Jun 28, 2007 2:31 am

Dutch! wrote:
Levi-chan wrote:The Whitlams - No Aphrodisiac.


I wonder how many of them know who you're talking about ;)


Oh whoops, haha. Here's the link: http://youtube.com/watch?v=Qb3gn4pOURQ

The bloke who sings for them has a top voice. It's like, milk poured in your ears. :)
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Postby CaptainClaude on Thu Jun 28, 2007 2:36 am

GAAAAAWWWWWWWWWTTTTTHHHHSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

*throws a chair through the window, jumps out and runs off down the street*
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Postby Grabmygoblin on Thu Jun 28, 2007 4:56 am

Nyke wrote:
grabmygoblin wrote:
The Real Folk Blues wrote:...

Um, those are the lyrics to "Gotta Knock a Little Harder", not "The Real Folk Blues".

oops, my bad.

"Hurt" is pretty descriptive as well.
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