"Spieluhr" by Rammstein

The lyrics are in German, but the song is about the music box buried with a small child... very dark...

A small person just pretends to die
(it) wanted to be completely alone
the small heart stood still for hours
so they declared it dead
it is buried in wet sand
with a music box in its hand

The first snow that covered the grave
woke the child very gently
in a cold winter night
the small heart is awakened

As the frost flew into the child
it wound up the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground

Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat any longer
only the rain cries at the grave
Bumpety bump, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat any longer
and the child sings from the ground

The cold moon, in full magnificence
hears the cries in the night
and no angel climbs down
only the rain cries at the grave

Between hard oak boards
it will play with the music box
a melody in the wind
and the child sings from the ground

Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat anymore
only the rain cries on the grave
up and down, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat anymore
and the child sings from the ground

Bumpety bump, rider
my heart does not beat any longer
On Totensonntag* they heard this
melody from God's field [i.e., a cemetery]
then they unearthed it
they saved the small heart in the child

Bumpety bump, rider
a melody in the wind
my heart does not beat any longer
and the child sings on the ground
Bumpety bump, rider
and no angel climbs down
my heart does not beat any longer
only the rain cries at the grave

If I feel like feeding my depression, I listen to Radiohead.

Sheryl Crow covering The Carpenters' 'Solitaire' is pretty melancholic.

Space Dye Vest - Dream Theater

Or an even more depressing DT song. Obviously, the music helps set the mood as much as the lyrics.

Disappear

Why, tell me the reasons why

Try, still I don't understand

Will I ever feel this again

Blue sky, I'll meet you in the end

Free them, free the memories of you

Free me, and rest 'til I'm with you



A day like today

My whole world has been changed

Nothing you say

Will help ease my pain



Turn, I'll turn this slowly round

Burn, burn to feel alive again

She, she'd want me to move on

See me, this place I still belong

Give chase, to find more than I have found

And face, this time now on my own



Days disappear

And my world keeps changing

I feel you here

And it keeps me sane



So I'm moving on

I'll never forget

As you lay there and watched me

Accepting the end

I knew you were scared

You were strong I was trying

I gave you my hand

I said it's okay letting go time to leave here

And I'll carry on

The best that I can without you here beside me

Let him come take you home

Bonnie "Prince" Billy
Elliott Smith

Type-O-Negative .. ehh not sure if i'd call them depressing.. October Rust is a GREAT album.. very romantic :)

Don't Take The Girl - Tim McGraw
Mother - Pink Floyd

Janice Ian's "At Seventeen"

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
and high school girls with clear skinned smiles
who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth
And those of us with ravaged faces
lacking in the social graces
desperately remained at home
inventing lovers on the phone
who called to say – come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
whose name I never could pronounce
said – Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve
The rich relationed hometown queen
marries into what she needs
with a guarantee of company
and haven for the elderly
Remember those who win the game
lose the love they sought to gain
in debentures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
exceeds accounts received at seventeen
To those of us who knew the pain
of valentines that never came
and those whose names were never called
when choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me
We all play the game, and when we dare
we cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
that call and say – Come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
at ugly girls like me, at seventeen

Ouch.

Jesus.

I can feel the bitter pain radiating from my monitor.