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Posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
Hey folks, let's try something.
I'd like to hear what songs you think touch on expressing what depression is. Let's try to stick to a common format, tho, for posting:
(1) Put the song name and artist in the subject
(2) write whatever you want in the body of the message
(3) to parrot Dr. B: Be civil! I hereby claim to have the worst taste in music, so no comments about taste for anyone. The issue is hereby settled by Poster's Fiat. But if you want to add your thoughts or support someone else -- by all means, do!
Posted by gardenergirl on May 9, 2004, at 23:14:52
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
This song expresses exactly how I feel when I feel "paralyzed" by depression. When I no longer enjoy things I used to.
Here are the lyrics:
I may know the word
but not say it
I may know the truth
but not face it
I may hear a sound
a whisper sacred and profound
but turn my head
indifferentI may know the word
but not say it
I may love the fruit
but not taste it
I may know the way
to comfort and to soothe
a worried face
but fold my hands
indifferentIf I'm on my knees
I'm begging now
if I'm on my knees
groping in the dark
I'd be praying for deliverance
from the night into the daybut it's all grey here
It's all grey to meI may know the word
but not say it
this may be the time
but I might waste it
this may be the hour
something move me
someone prove me wrong
before night comes
with indifferenceChorus
I recognize the walls inside
I recognize them all
I've paced between them
chasing demons down
until they fall
in fitfull sleep
enough to keep their strength
enough to crawl
into my head
with tangled threads
they riddle me to solveagain and again and again
Posted by finelinebob on May 10, 2004, at 11:27:15
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
Hey Phil! If you're reading, this one is for you since you taught me about being in the bunker. It's about being there, remembering something better and hoping you might get out one day. Here are the lyrics:
The papers lie there helplessly in a pile outside the door
I've tried and tried, but I just can't remember what they're for
The world outside is tugging like a beggar at my sleeve
Oh, that's much too old a story to believeAnd you know that it's taken its share of me
Even though you take such good care of me
Now you say "Morocco" and that makes me smile
I haven't seen Morocco in a long, long while
The dreams are rolling down across the places in my mind
And I've just had a taste of something fineThe future hides and the past just slides
England lies between
Floating in a silver mist so cold and so clean
California's shaking like an angry child will
Who has asked for love and is unanswered stillAnd you know that I'm looking back carefully
'Cause I know that there's still something there for me
But you said "Morocco" and you made me smile
And it hasn't been that easy for a long, long while
And looking back into your eyes I saw them really shine
Giving me a taste of something fine
Something fineNow if you see Morocco I know you'll go in style
I may not see Morocco for a little while
But while you're there I was hoping you might keep it in your mind
To save me just a taste of something fine
Posted by Susan J on May 10, 2004, at 11:51:43
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
This song was about being on the road touring, away from family. But it just sounded so much like what I feel...
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I miss the life
I miss the colors of the world
Can anyone tell where I amCause now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun again
Away from the sun againI'm over this
I'm tired of livin' in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I knowAnd now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down away from the sun againIt's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
And now I can't tell what I've doneAnd now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines to light the way for me
And now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest placeI'm so far down away from the sun
That shines to light the way for me to find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down away from the sun again
Posted by Emme on May 10, 2004, at 12:13:19
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
THIS one is a doozy. It would sink Barney the Dinosaur into suicidal despair.
Cold is Being by Renaissance
Done to the already mournful melody of the Adagio in G minor by AlbinoniSo cold is being lonely
Behold the feeling lonely
The living part is done
The dying has begun
The world is spinning slow
So tired slowSo cold is being sadness
Behold the feeling sadness
Oh how can we believe
We earn what we receive
The pain it overflows
OverflowsLord won't you help us realise
See through your eyes
Within our lives
The earth grows old
The earth grows coldSo cold is being tired
Behold the feeling tired
Stand quietly at the side
Watch darkness open wide
The light is growing dim
So dim within
Posted by Angela2 on May 10, 2004, at 12:56:12
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
Built To Spill
You Were Right lyricsYou were wrong when you said
Everything's gonna be alright
You were right when you said
All that glitters isn't gold
You were right when you said
All we are is dust in the wind
You were right when you said
We are all just bricks in the wall
And when you said manic depression's a frustrating mess
You were right when you said
You can't always get what you want
You were right when you said
It's a hard rain's gonna fall
You were right when you said
We're still running against the wind
And life goes on after the thrill of living is gone
You were right when you said
This is the end
Posted by Penny on May 10, 2004, at 13:20:30
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
I don't know if this song is 'really' about depression, but ...
It was originally written by Patty Griffin, but the Chicks sang it for their album "Home".
Top of the World
I wished I was smarter
I wished I was stronger
I wished I loved Jesus
The way my wife does
I wish it had been easier
Instead of any longer
I wished I could have stood where you would have been proud
But that won't happen now
That won't happen nowThere's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow
Think I broke the wings off that little song bird
She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now
Top of the worldI don't have to answer any of these questions
Don't have no God to teach me no lessons
I come home in the evening
Sit in my chair
One night they called me for supper
But I never got up
I stayed right there in my chairThere's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow
Think I broke the wings off that little song bird
She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now
Top of the worldI wished I'd a known you
Wished I'd a shown you
All of the things I was on the inside
I'd pretend to be sleeping
When you come in in the morning
To whisper good-bye
Go to work in the rain
I don't know why
Don't know why'Cause everone's singing
We just wanna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow
Wanna grab a hold of that little song bird
Take her for a ride to the top of the world right nowTo the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
Posted by TexasChic on May 10, 2004, at 13:27:18
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
The silicon chip inside her head,
Got switched to overload
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's gonna make them stay at home,
And Daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was good as gold,
And he can see (no reasons)
'Cause there are (no reasons)
What reason do you need to be shown
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down
Posted by finelinebob on May 10, 2004, at 14:00:09
In reply to Cold is Being by Renaissance, posted by Emme on May 10, 2004, at 12:13:19
Geez, Emme, I thought this one would beat yours, but:
Oh how can we believe
We earn what we receiveYIKES! Unless you have a cheerful and sunny disposition, the reality of that is such a kick in the teeth ... and all too familiar. It's taken me years to learn those words aren't true, and I'm still learning the lesson!
Any Husker Du/Sugar fans probably know what demons Bob Mould has wrestled with. For this song, I wish I could post his guitar solos ... "tortured" is an appropriate term. As bleak as the song is, it can also be quite cathartic. Particularly when you turn your "amp" up to 11.
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Another exit on the freeway
Another bridge I cannot bear to cross alone
And I've been on the mend
I've been getting ready to change my name againAnd once I had a love so fair
Once I had a reason to keep on
Left a paragraph taped up on my door
It said "Don't wait up 'cause I ain't comin' home"So I've been driving far and wide to find my call in life
Been looking for a place where I belong
I guess a little pain never killed anyone
I guess I feel that way againI can't come clean, I cannot stay
Got no reason to explain
I've been here too long, I need a change
And I hope you'll understandStained glass window never gonna carry my name
Been laid to rest in a field of sticks and stones
And above my head all that's left are footsteps
Of some kid too young too far away from homeSo don't send me invitations to your big parade
Place of residence unknown
In my eyes there is no compromise
There is no calm before the stormThese things happen all the time
Should I throw myself from the hanging tree?
Is there a place for those of us who don't belong?
I haven't found it yet
Posted by Emme on May 11, 2004, at 10:28:28
In reply to Hanging Tree by Bob Mould » Emme, posted by finelinebob on May 10, 2004, at 14:00:09
> We earn what we receive
>
> YIKES! Unless you have a cheerful and sunny disposition, the reality of that is such a kick in the teeth ... and all too familiar. It's taken me years to learn those words aren't true, and I'm still learning the lesson!I'm not sure I can learn it - I guess because I wholeheartedly believe that the words are true for me, though not necessarily true for others. I don't have what I've wanted most in life and the more I think about it, the more sure I am that I have done it to myself through poor choices and poor "life management". I'm just a little bundle of gloom today. :)
Posted by pegasus on May 11, 2004, at 10:44:01
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
This one describes exactly what I feel about depression:
After All
Dar WilliamsGo ahead, push your luck
Find out how much love the world can hold
Once upon a time I had control
And reined my soul in tightWell the whole truth
Is like the story of a wave unfurled
But I held the evil of the world
So I stopped the tide
Froze it up from insideAnd it felt like a winter machine
That you go through and then
You catch your breath and winter starts again
And everyone else is spring boundAnd when I chose to live
There was no joy, it's just a line I crossed
It wasn't worth the pain my death would cost
So I was not lost or foundIt goes on to talk about family and therapy and has a happy ending. But this is the part that really says what I feel sometimes.
pegasus
Posted by silmarilone on May 12, 2004, at 1:44:47
In reply to I don't like Mondays / Boomtown Rats, posted by TexasChic on May 10, 2004, at 13:27:18
I like Tori Amos' version.
Posted by silmarilone on May 12, 2004, at 1:47:03
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
Not sure I should post the lyrics....look em up, you can find em on the internet.
Beautiful music performed by pink floyd , with backing by the London Symphony conducted by Michael Kamen.
Posted by jane d on May 12, 2004, at 10:45:18
In reply to Pink Floyd: The Final Cut, posted by silmarilone on May 12, 2004, at 1:47:03
Morning again,
the sun is probably shining,
Someone is probably finding his way.
Morning again,
somebody else's day.
Posted by Dinah on May 12, 2004, at 16:52:14
In reply to Morning Agian, Tom Paxton, posted by jane d on May 12, 2004, at 10:45:18
Now it is very rare that I can. I expect it went the way of my ability to daydream. My CD's are getting dusty, I listen to books on tape in the car, and music usually sounds like fingernails on a blackboard. All music.
I've been halfway thinking of giving away my CD's to make room for DVD's. But I guess that's sort of like giving up. Maybe I'll just box them.
Sorry for the diversion. It just made me think.
Posted by finelinebob on May 12, 2004, at 18:41:27
In reply to I used to be able to feel music, posted by Dinah on May 12, 2004, at 16:52:14
Never heard if Emily Saliers meant this, but this song always makes me think about being asked "What's wrong?" and replying with "Nothing" when you don't mean that.
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Kelly Mountain road saw a heavy load
With a sagging heart and a break apart
Voices in me stood as thick as thieves
With no sympathy for the beggars art
I have passed these pines 'bout a million times effortlessly
Now I grip the wheel fear is what I feel
At the slow unraveling of me
You tell me it's temporary it's a matter of time
By God don't you think I know it's in my mind
It's right over left and healing the then
I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when
Well the way I flee on my crooked feet
Barn happy horse on a one-track course
Then I self despise cryin' out my eyes
'Cause the happy trail led me to remorse
But the road is long and the song is gone
I blow empty in my cicada shell
If I saw my choice I might find my voice
But I don't know when and I just can't tell
You tell me it's temporary just a matter of time
By God don't you think I know it's in my mind
It's right over left and healing the then
I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when
Deep behind my face is a safer place
But old gears are hitched tight to the gate
It's a daily grind waiting to unwind
Till I hear that click that unlocks my fate
So tell me it's temporary it's a matter of time
By God don't you think I know it's in my mind
It's right over left and healing the then
I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when
I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when
I'll soon be to nothing but I don't know when
Posted by spoc on May 12, 2004, at 19:10:16
In reply to I used to be able to feel music, posted by Dinah on May 12, 2004, at 16:52:14
On the 'note' of the effect music has on someone changing... (sorry if anything similar has already been said here)...
Music has always been like a drug for me -- I would make my own tapes/CDs like a pharmacist mixing just what was needed. Needed to spark the mood and energy in me that I wanted for a given setting. For example, I used to make tons of mixed tapes (can I just say tapes, yeah yeah dino here) to run to; could be any of many kinds of music depending on my whim that day.
And I would blast the living whatever out of my eardrums brain and just take off like a shot, sometimes running almost too far or feeling too pumped up for it to even seem 'right.' But wow, I loved it; felt like I was dancing and I would even have a hard time not gesturing and singing out loud as I went.
So, that kind of inspiration and passion applied to many different settings and types of music for me. Now, since I've been solidly down and inert for quite a spell (or even during brief episodes), I have to avoid any kind of music that really stirs me. Because I still FEEL it alright -- it's just that it propels me back so vividly to certain aspects of certain periods in my life that I've become so disconnected from.
It creates these opposing conditions within me to where my MIND feels all the same passions as I did during those great/better times; but so many things are different right now that I can't just step back into them... And that realization -- of the ocean between the two -- really shocks and troubles me.
By day I'll lurch to change a channel if any of many types of songs come on; but sometimes things sneak up on me in the wee hours. I may wake up in the middle of the night with the TV still on and some song (not by any means necessarily a sad one) will be playing in the background, and I'll feel like I was just kicked in the stomach, and want to cry and cry, or throw up! (You know how that is, how things can sometimes hit you harder after you've sleeping??) It's then I'm realizing what I've let happen to my passions and my life..
But maybe I'm looking at this backwards, maybe what I need to do instead is MAKE myself play music and "confront" the cavern I've allowed to form and widen, so that the spark of feelings may ultimately help pull me back out of it..?
Posted by Fallen4MyT on May 12, 2004, at 19:22:56
In reply to Re: feel it but sometimes TOO much, posted by spoc on May 12, 2004, at 19:10:16
<<spoc said >>But maybe I'm looking at this backwards, maybe what I need to do instead is MAKE myself play music and "confront" the cavern I've allowed to form and widen, so that the spark of feelings may ultimately help pull me back out of it..? >>
I think you should spoc, when I let the music go for a while I was a mess AND SIGNED INTO A PSYCH WARD FOR A NIGHT...NOT SUICIDAL...I NEED music and lyrics...I still love Loser by Three Door Down :)
and OMG that one by Pink Floyd ...Wush you were here Dig the lyrics off the top of my head.... How I wish how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Posted by silmarilone on May 12, 2004, at 19:50:34
In reply to Soon Be To Nothing by the Indigo Girls, posted by finelinebob on May 12, 2004, at 18:41:27
Her lil sister died a few years back..she's written some sad songs since then.
I've seen em in concert 17 times.
Posted by spoc on May 12, 2004, at 20:39:13
In reply to Re: feel it but sometimes TOO much » spoc, posted by Fallen4MyT on May 12, 2004, at 19:22:56
> I think you should spoc, when I let the music go for a while I was a mess AND SIGNED INTO A PSYCH WARD FOR A NIGHT...
>
> I NEED music and lyrics...I still love Loser by Three Door Down :)---
<<<< Now THAT'S one of the types of songs that purge my very soul! In good times, animates me from my very toes up and just fills me with life; awareness of both its good and bad, but SO ALIVE...! Also, a likely type of song to sear my soul in tormenting ways now... But you are RIGHT -- I NEED to go there, "walk through it and then back on out the other side!"A lot of my sentiments and tendencies expressed here would also apply on your "Summer" thread... I would have used up all of PBs bandwidth tackling THAT emotion-charged topic, summer used to be my oyster (though maybe not *quite* as often as 20/20 hindsight always makes it seem)! And WOW do I digress...
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> and OMG that one by Pink Floyd ...Wush you were here Dig the lyrics off the top of my head....
How I wish how I wish you were here. > We're just two lost souls > Swimming in a fish bowl > Year after year > Running over the same old ground > What have we found? > The same old fears > Wish you were here ...----
<<<<<I know and saw in other threads that we are drawn to the same things musically... How I wish *YOU* were here, to go to summer concerts with! What fun we'd have you little hipster/rocker you! :- D
Posted by Fallen4MyT on May 12, 2004, at 22:18:35
In reply to Re: feel it but sometimes TOO much » Fallen4MyT, posted by spoc on May 12, 2004, at 20:39:13
Then music it shall me Spoc you gotta get that back..yes music can mean many things to me depending on mood and all....I can see us...eating gummy fish and me with my one vice (ha one AS IF) SUN CHIPS AND DIP.... at the concerts ....loling and making snide/witty comments....we could have a blast in our fish bowl together.....PARTY BRING ON LED ZEPPLIN AND AC/DC I'm on the Highway to Hell.A FAVORITE SONG OF MINE....see my emails hahahah
Posted by cubic_me on May 13, 2004, at 5:16:33
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
The Lyrics are below, they may be triggering for SI for some(don't read if you are triggered), but they briefly summarize how I often feel.
The Optimist lyricsSitting here staring out the window
Traffic always makes me feel like I'm coming home.
Cold blood bleeding still at least I'm breathing.
Patiently waiting clinging to my mobile phone.
Cracked skulls with a creepy mind inside.
I'm planning the greatest of escapes you know.
Patiently waiting in the line.
Soon I'm gonna stand up
Yeah I'm gonna rear up and there's no escape.
Lonely planetCold blood bleeding still at least I'm breathing.
Patiently waiting soon I'm gonna take control.
Cracked skulls with a creepy mind inside.
I'm planning the greatest of escapes you know.
Patiently waiting in the line.
Soon I'm gonna stand up
Yeah I'm gonna rear up and there's no escape.
Lonely planetOh its too late lonely planet
Posted by ae on May 13, 2004, at 20:51:22
In reply to Songs about depression, posted by finelinebob on May 9, 2004, at 20:32:15
Hi all, haven't posted here in ages (and never posted very frequently before), but started lurking again and love this thread. The "four poster dull torpor pulling downward" pretty much sums it up for me.
The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again.
With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my lips as if I might cry.Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe.
Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave.
Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
Quiver in my voice as I cry,"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away."
I hear the sound of a noon bell chime.
Now I'm far behind.
You've put in 'bout half a day
while here I lie
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my lip as if I might cry,"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
Do I need someone here to scold me
or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor pulling downward.
For it is such a long time since my better days.
I say my prayers nightly this will pass away.The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my voice as I cry,"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.
Posted by finelinebob on May 14, 2004, at 15:38:52
In reply to Like the Weather, 10,000 Maniacs, posted by ae on May 13, 2004, at 20:51:22
If you're not familiar with Quadrophenia, it's all about Jimmy and his mixed-up life. He feels pulled in four different directions -- the liner notes (http://www.thewho.net/articles/townshen/quad_ln.htm ) finish his story with "Schizophrenic? I'm Bleeding Quadrophenic!"
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I went back to the doctor
to get another shrink
I sit and tell him 'bout my weekends
but he never betrays what he thinksCan you see the real me, doctor? doctor?
I went back to my mother
I said "I'm crazy, ma, help me!"
She said, "I know how it feels, son,
Coz it runs in the family."Can you see the real me mother? mother?
The cracks between the paving stones
look like rivers of flowing veins.
Strange people who know me
peep from behind every window pane.
The girl I used to love
lives in this yellow house.
Yesterday she passed me by
she doesn't want to know me nowCan you see the real me, can you? can you?
I ended up with a preacher
full of lies and hate
I seemed to scare him a little
so he showed me to the Golden GateCan you see the real me preacher? preacher?
Can you see the real me doctor?
Can you see the real me mother?
Can you see the real me?
Posted by Fallen4MyT on May 15, 2004, at 13:39:41
In reply to The Real Me by the Who, posted by finelinebob on May 14, 2004, at 15:38:52
Quadrophenia ROCKED great music to be messed up to :-)
> If you're not familiar with Quadrophenia, it's all about Jimmy and his mixed-up life. He feels pulled in four different directions -- the liner notes (http://www.thewho.net/articles/townshen/quad_ln.htm ) finish his story with "Schizophrenic? I'm Bleeding Quadrophenic!"
>
> --------------------
>
> I went back to the doctor
> to get another shrink
> I sit and tell him 'bout my weekends
> but he never betrays what he thinks
>
> Can you see the real me, doctor? doctor?
>
> I went back to my mother
> I said "I'm crazy, ma, help me!"
> She said, "I know how it feels, son,
> Coz it runs in the family."
>
> Can you see the real me mother? mother?
>
> The cracks between the paving stones
> look like rivers of flowing veins.
> Strange people who know me
> peep from behind every window pane.
> The girl I used to love
> lives in this yellow house.
> Yesterday she passed me by
> she doesn't want to know me now
>
> Can you see the real me, can you? can you?
>
> I ended up with a preacher
> full of lies and hate
> I seemed to scare him a little
> so he showed me to the Golden Gate
>
> Can you see the real me preacher? preacher?
> Can you see the real me doctor?
> Can you see the real me mother?
> Can you see the real me?
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