'I feel so alone sometimes,
the night is quiet for me,
I would love to be able to sleep.
Im glad everyone is gone now,
I will probably not rest tonight
I have no need for all of this,
help me lord'
I find Im reading a lot of lyrics/poetry at the moment,just thinking deeply I suppose? It is comforting though.There is worse in the world than my pain. This brought a lump to my throat,any guesses as to the author, youll kick yourself!
thanks for listening, Jon
'One cannot answer for his courage when he has never been in danger'
I'd guess King David. It reads like a modern translation of a Psalm.
For what prize are we playing?
Jon, I have found myself really listening to the meaning of song lyrics for the past few years. (As a former instrumental musician, I used to listen more for music than lyrics.)
Jack is right,Elvis wrote it,kind of makes you think there was a lot more to the great man,alas we shall never know.....
In response to Chris,lyrics do help,Im finding that they are helping to offload some pain,and playing the guitar loudly helps to offload some anger too. Its as if the person who wrote whatever Im listening to was suffering alongside me,nice to know im not the only one,thanks guys.
'One cannot answer for his courage when he has never been in danger'
This message has been edited by StPauli on Mar 24, 2005 3:57 AM
I don't know how old you are, but I've found a lot of helpful meanings in the lyrics of John Mellencamp, Don Henley, and Sir Elton. (Yes, I realize Bernie Taupin actually wrote the lyrics to most of those songs.)
A favorite of mine from another genre is T.S.Eliot's "Four Quartets", and another Robert Frost's "Directive".
Mid thirties Chris,but I was into all the older music when I was at school - and was considered deeply uncool bacause I didnt really like Duran Duran,Wham etc.preferring instead the seventies rock scene and Springsteen et al.But hey,I went on to better things most of my old schoolmates are still in my dull old home town living an empty life.Yes I have a few of John Cougars albums (American Fool being one of the the best)and Ive always loved the Eagles.Don Henleys'End of the innocence'album defined the end of the eighties for me,kind of uncanny that it should be entitled so?
Now Im listening to stuff like Nanci Griffith (San Diego Serenade),most of the Manic Street Preachers back catalogue(alternative Brit rock but they have all suffered from depression and write some profound lyrics,have a listen to 'The Everlasting', 'You stole the sun from my heart' or 'Australia', the latter song sums me up at the moment 'I want to fly and run till it hurts/sleep for a while and speak no words/In Australia'),Bruce Springsteen and New Order (their lead singer was also a manic depressive and wrote some of his best stuff on Prozac!),and your stateside homeboy,Ryan Adams whose Gold album - New York,New York - has some amazingly poignant country-style moments.
Ive actually met Elton at work and believe me he is a real Drama Queen,Ive never really listened to his stuff.
I met three close friends yesterday whom I havent seen for a while.One flew in from Scotland,another is back from New Zealand for a few weeks and the third I just havent had time to catch up with I had to tell them all what has happened and they were really angry and shocked but wholly supportive but I found it hard.I came in late and listened to some music and felt really low.As a result (probably courtesy of mr Jack Daniels)I feel this morning (0930)that I may have a bad day.WS says she is finding it hard to reassure me,she says she will but she is finding it hard.My impression is that its the least she can do,because when she withdraws - as she has been doing a bit in the last few days - I worry about my sanity and think Im wasting my time and she goes all silent? Am I asking too much? Do I need to compromise? Help? thanks for listening
'One cannot answer for his courage when he has never been in danger'
After d-day #2 I cut back my drinking considerably. That night, after discovering a fairly significant difference over what "no contact" means (he says bitterly), I downed a fair amount of a very smooth Barbadian rum. The scary part was, I suffered no ill effects...which to me was scarier than a dozen hangovers courtesy of Mr. Jack D. (who haunted me greatly after one evening in my stupid youth).
Frankly, I didn't want to "medicate" my situational depression, nor did I want to do something really stupid. For me, a clear head was preferable.
