Adding to my vintage list…
I could go one of two ways on this one…so…:
Depressing & or poignant songs I like:
Here come the floods - Peter Gabriel
Nothing Compates to you - Sinead O’Connor
Without you - Nillson
Muse - Unintended
Scala & The Kolacny Brothers - Creep ALSO Nothing else matters.
Depressing songs which make me want to stab random people in the eye:
Boulevard of broken dreams - Green Day (I quite like some of Green Day’s stuff, though the sound of the lead singers voice on this track in particular is about pleasurable to me as gargling acid-dipped razor blades).
Here there delilah - Some whingy little cocksucker!
Changes - Ozzie & Kelly Osbourne.
love em or hate em…all time favorite sad music, sad but wraps you up like a warm familiar blanket, twisted memories of my youth, my twenties, so selfish and lost, but present within all moments, living wrong but loud and with such misguided but always present passion.
loved is the wrong word, connected to so many beautifully flawed women, cigerette burns in my arms, empty bottles strewn across the floor. I woke one morning to find this blonde haired pixie beautiful girl painting the lyrics to perfect blue buildings in tar black paint across my bathroom wall.
“I want to be the light that burns out your eyes, I want to be the knife that cuts into my hand…” it’s lyrics like these coupled with those fucking memories…
Wow, peeling it back really far for T-Nation…christ. Anyways I write most times solely for myself, organizing this journey. I’ll high on dayQuil and strong cold right now…
here is my thoughts from waking @ 4am this morning in complete sweat -
Crazy…it’s nearly 4am, just woke from a melatonin and NyQuil haze, I drifted out earlier listening to a podcast of Joe Rogan’s about ayahuasca, shamanism, and the dmt experience. This head cold is a bitch. Crazy again, my reflections of my own past hallucinogenic experiences, I wasn’t equipped to deal with facing “the totality” of - the internal constructs I had designed for my own “self” defining, they were not a match for what the real deal was back then. In retrospect, I resisted all, attempted to control, and ultimately cracked due to poor self construction at the time. Man…NyQuil is some heavy shit!!! Just ate some proteinzzz and da poptarts, I iz going back to bed. Consciousness.
[quote]Cimmerian wrote:
Gloomy Sunday, aka the hungarian suicide song. Enjoy 
For the win!
these
to name a few
some more…
[quote]Tex Ag wrote:
Famous Blue Raincoat[/quote]
Good choice, but can’t even touch this gem.
