Oh gosh. Most depressing song for me is "Last Kiss" by J. Frank Wilson & the Cavaliers, though I heard the Pearl Jam remake in 2000.
I hate it for two reasons: 1) it's utterly depressing and 2) I was pregnant at the time and enduring morning sickness and generally feeling like crap. So whenever I hear that song on the radio, I immediately remember feeling horrible.
A musician I really admire is the venerable British folk-rocker Richard Thompson, and yeah, he's written a lot of downbeat songs. (He's also written some positive ones.)
But this one - where he tells an infant that there's nothing worth growing up for - has got to be one of the most depressing things I've ever heard. I wonder what personal pain he was drawing on when he wrote this song!?! Lyrics are here:
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Submitted a song without lyrics that is depressing to me. It reminds me of time passing by and the inevitability of an end.
When I was in kindergarten, one of my classmates had leukemia and died that year; I think he was 5 when he passed. His favorite song was Puff the Magic Dragon, and so the whole class sang the song at his funeral. It actually chokes me a little to think about it. Definitely depressing.
Artist: Vern Gosdin
Song: Chiseled In Stone
Album: Very Best of the Voice
You ran cryin' to the bedroom
I ran off to the bar,
Another piece of heaven gone to hell,
the words we spoke in anger
just tore my world apart,
And I sat there feeling sorry for myself.
Then that old man sat down beside me
and looked me in the eye,
and said "Son, I know what you're going through,
You ought to get down on your knees
and thank your lucky stars that you got someone to go home to."
(Chorus)
You don't know about lonely,
Or how long nights can be,
Till you lived through the story
That's still livin' in me,
And you don't know about sadness
'til you faced life alone,
You don't know about lonely
'til it's chiseled in stone.
So I brought these pretty flowers
hoping you would understand
sometimes a man is such a fool,
Those golden words of wisdom
from the heart of that old man,
showed me I ain't nothing without you.
You don't know about lonely,
Or how long nights can be,
Till you lived through the story
that old man just told me,
And you don't know about sadness
'til you faced life alone,
You don't know about lonely
'til it's chiseled in stone.
You don't know about lonely,
'til it's chiseled in stone.
One song that always make me moody is when british Julie London sings ` CRY ME A RIVER`
She sings it so well, and the guitar orchestration is suberb.
This is a song that I always come back to listen to.
The lyrics suits the mood of this song brilliantly I think.
Now you say you're lonely
You cry the whole night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
Now you say you're sorry
For bein' so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
You drove me, nearly drove me out of my head
While you never shed a tear
Remember, I remember all that you said
Told me love was too plebeian
Told me you were through with me and
Now you say you love me
Well, just to prove you do
Come on and cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I cried a river over you
I don't remember loving you
And I don't recall the things
You say you put me through
You tell me that you've had
A guilty conscience for so long
You say that you walked out on me
You say you did me wrong
Well I just don't see how that could be true
Because I don't remember loving you
I don't remember loving you
You might talk to my doctor
He drops by each day at two
I get a funny feeling
When I look into your eyes
There's something in your smile
That gives my stomach butterflies
You must look like someone I once knew
But I don't remember loving you
I don't remember loving you
I heard you mention children
Did you say there's one or two?
You say I quit my job
And then I drank myself insane
You say that I ran down the highway
Screaming out your name
Now that's not the sort of thing that I would do
No, I don't remember loving you
I don't remember loving you
I absolutely, positively
Know that can't be true
But everyone I know here
In this place is very strange
If you'll hand me my crayons
I'd be glad to take your name
In case I run across the guy you knew
But I don't remember loving you
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