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1/24/2006

Emo? Yeah, but not that long-sleeve-under-a-short-sleeve-nonsense

Filed under: — Miltor @ 12:46 am

Every now and then I get a need to just submerge myself into a deep, blue pool of sad, sad song. Miserable, even. Almost never am I that depressed, myself. But for some reason it feels good to immerse myself in someone else’s dark blues, just for a listen or two, and empathize long enough for an errant tear or two to escape.

“I lost myself in sorrow,
I lost myself in pain.
I lost myself in gravity,
Memory leave,
Leave”
– R.E.M. – “Leave”
The idea of losing oneself in sorrow and pain that is strong as gravity, weighing you down – awesome and brilliant. Then urging Memory to leave – futile, desperate, weary, overwhelmed.

“…but this is the last day of our acquintance
I will meet you later in somebody’s office
I’ll talk but you won’t listen to me
I know your answer already”
– Sinead O’Connor – “The Last Day of Our Acquaintance”
What a fantastic and succinct way to describe the depressing inevitability of the end of a relationship for one who is still in love with their partner. They are powerless to say anything to change what is happening, and aware of it. That’s the blues, people.

Along those same lines, feeling powerless while you watch love leave…
“I can feel you slipping away
And I can’t think of anything to say
That will turn you around and make you stay
I can feel you slipping away, slipping away”
– Information Society – “Slipping Away”
OK, this one ain’t that profound, but it is still quietly sad.

“I’ve been down-hearted baby
Ever since the day we met”
– B.B. King – “How Blue Can You Get”
Wow. What a way to start a song. What a way to start a relationship.
Wow.

As I suggesteed, these situations aren’t mine, so I don’t sympathize. However, they are so powerfully written, I definitely feel I empathize. And that, my friend, is great art to be appreciated.

So , anyone have any really sad song lyrics to offer? No submissions of “WildFire”, however sad in its own 70s-country sort of way, will be accepted.

4 Responses to “Emo? Yeah, but not that long-sleeve-under-a-short-sleeve-nonsense”

  1. GonzO Says:

    When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground.
    It would not ever fly again.
    I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that
    not longer could be heard.

    Never learn to fly.

    With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:

    a wound in the tear stained mud.
    My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree.
    A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:

    “never learn to fly”

    I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing
    for me, when I was sick and laid in bed.
    Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality
    for then I knew that all that lives turns cold. Cold and dead.
    And now time has passed by beneath my wings.

    [kristoffer gildenlow]

    That was then I’m older now, but still I can’t forget that rainy day.
    I raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe
    find the tree I cleansed of skin.
    No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs.
    And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird.

    Never learn to fly.

    When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground
    and now I’ll never …fly…

    – “Never Learn to Fly”, Pain of Salvation

  2. MiltoR Says:

    Ooo! Good one!

  3. Stuff Says:

    Ok, here’s my contributions… and there are three of them. Two from musicals and one slightly “moldy oldy”.

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    “We starve-look
    At one another
    Short of breath
    Walking proudly in our winter coats
    Wearing smells from laboratories
    Facing a dying nation
    Of moving paper fantasy
    Listening for the new told lies
    With supreme visions of lonely tunes

    Somewhere
    Inside something there is a rush of
    Greatness
    Who knows what stands in front of
    Our lives
    I fashion my future on films in space
    Silence
    Tells me secretly
    Everything
    Everything

    Manchester England England
    Manchester England England
    Eyes look your last
    Across the Atlantic Sea
    Arms take your last
    embrace
    And I’m a genius genius
    And lips oh you the
    doors of breath
    I believe in God
    Seal with a righteous kiss
    And I believe that God believes in Claude
    Seal with a righteous kiss
    That’s me, that’s me, that’s me
    The rest is silence
    The rest is silence
    The rest is silence

    Our space songs on a spider web sitar
    Life is around you and in you
    Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie

    Let the sunshine
    Let the sunshine in”

    – “The Flesh Failures / Let The Sun Shine In”, Hair

    ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+

    “I’m not a river or a giant bird
    That soars to the sea
    And if I’m never tied to anything
    I’ll never be free

    I wanted magic shows and miracles
    Mirages to touch
    I wanted such a little thing from life
    I wanted so much
    I never came close, my love
    We never came near
    It never was there
    I think it was here

    They showed me crimson, gold and lavender
    A shining parade
    But there’s no color I can have on earth
    That won’t finally fade
    When I wanted worlds to paint
    And costumes to wear
    I think it was here
    ‘Cause it never was there

    I wanted magic shows and miracles
    Mirages to touch
    I wanted such a little thing from life
    I wanted so much”

    – “Finale”, Pippin

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    “Baby we can talk all night
    But that ain’t getting us nowhere
    I told you everything I possibly can
    There’s nothing left inside of here
    And maybe you can cry all night
    But that’ll never change the way that I feel
    The snow is really piling up outside
    I wish you wouldn’t make me leave here

    I poured it on and I poured it out
    I tried to show you just how much I care
    I’m tired of words and I’m too hoarse to shout
    But you’ve been cold to me so long
    I’m crying icicles instead of tears

    And all I can do is keep on telling you
    I want you
    I need you
    But — there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you
    Now don’t be sad
    ’cause two out of three ain’t bad
    Now don’t be sad
    ’cause two out of three ain’t bad

    You’ll never find your gold on a sandy beach
    You’ll never drill for oil on a city street
    I know you’re looking for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
    But there ain’t no coupe de ville hiding at the bottom of a cracker jack box

    I can’t lie
    I can’t tell you that I’m something I’m not
    No matter how I try
    I’ll never be able
    To give you something
    Something that I just haven’t got

    There’s only one girl that I will ever love
    And that was so many years ago
    And though I know I’ll never get her out of my heart
    She never loved me back
    Ooh I know
    I remember how she left me on a stormy night
    She kissed me and got out of our bed
    And though I pleaded and I begged her not to walk out that door
    She packed her bags and turned right away

    And she kept on telling me
    She kept on telling me
    She kept on telling me
    I want you
    I need you
    But there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you
    Now don’t be sad
    ’cause two out of three ain’t bad
    I want you
    I need you
    But there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you
    Now don’t be sad
    ’cause two out of three ain’t bad
    Don’t be sad
    ’cause two out of three ain’t bad

    Baby we can talk all night
    But that ain’t getting us nowhere”

    – “Two Out Of Three Ain’t Bad”, Meat Loaf

  4. MiltoR Says:

    I’ll go with the Pippin and the Meatloaf. Those have some good Blue in them. The Hair track, though… hmmm… definitely moving, but I don’t know if I get SAD out of it, by itself. Now, knowing the context that he is marching off to his death in the place of his new friend is really a bummer, but without that, the lyrics just don’t get me weepy.

    Feh. It’s a good song, anyway. Very catchy, infectious groove. Sounds like marching fast.

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