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Most depressing songs/music...
Okay, I know this isn't the happiest thread ever, but sadness has its place in music just as much as happiness (maybe even more so).
So what songs really hit a nerve with you? Doesn't have to be widely accepted as a sad song, but those will be good too. Some of mine are: Tchaikovsky's 6th symphony, 4th movement NIN-A Warm Place, The Downward Spiral, and Something I Can Never Have Gary Jules-Mad World (end song on Donnie Darko) Johnny Cash-Hurt And for some reason, Pennyroyal Tea by Nirvana always gets me. It doesn't have anything to do with his death or anything like that, it's just the guitar. As a matter of fact a lot of Nirvana is depressing to me despite its drive. Moooo |
Adagio for Strings would be up there.
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There is a genre of music that consists almost exclusively of the most depressing and bleak soundscapes ever composed: Doom Metal. Specifically the style that fans call "funeral doom."
Try any album from My Dying Bride. That's some sad stuff. |
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How about metal for when I'm in the grocery store. Do they make Grocery Store Metal? Or when I'm clipping my toenails. I have to be in a pretty ticked off mood to do that to my toenails. Does anyone have any toenail clipping metal?
DIE NAIL DIE I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I SHALL KILL YOU FROM YOUR EPIDERMAL BASE! |
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Heavy, Power, Prog, Death, Doom, Black, Thrash. That's it for metal. Doom, Black, and Death are the only real obscure ones.
But not too obsucre. There is a band getting MTV/Rolling Stone mention called The Sword. They're obviously doom metal/stoner rock. Back on topic: Listen to My Dying Bride. The albums "Turn Loose the Swans" and "Songs of Darkness, Words of Light" are what you're looking for. |
"Alone Again (Naturally)" by Gilbert O'Sullivan and "Captain Jack" by Billy Joel are a couple that could make you want to put a gun to your head.
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soundtrack to shindlers list
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"DOA" by Bloodrock- 1970
This song actually made the top 40 that summer. :hmmm: I remember, we were flying low, and hit something in the air Laying here, looking at the ceiling, someone lays a sheet across my chest. Something warm is flowing down my fingers pain is flowing all through my back. I try to move my arm and there's no feeling And when I look, I see there's nothing there. The face beside me stopped bleeding The girl I knew has such a distant stare. I remember, we were flying low, and hit something in the air. Then I look straight at the attendant, His face is pale as it can be. He bends and whispers something softly, He says there's no chance for me. I remember, we were flying low, and hit something in the air. Life is flowing out my body, pain is flowing out with my blood. The sheets are red and moist where I'm lying. God in Heaven, teach me how to die. I remember, we were flying low, and hit something in the air. If I remember right, this song was based on a true story about either a HS or college football team that crashed in the mountains... |
The Cure
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"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.
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Sheryl Crow covering The Carpenters' 'Solitaire' is pretty melancholic.
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Space Dye Vest - Dream Theater
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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 |
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Ouch. Jesus. I can feel the bitter pain radiating from my monitor. |
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