Lyrics that hit you in the feels thread

But I discovered I cannot shake melancholy
For 46 years now I cannot break the spell
I'll carry it through my life and probably carry it down

I'll go to my grave with my melancholy
And my ghost will echo my sentiments for all eternity

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I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide,

With no alarms and no surprises, please.

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight, and yet I fight this battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find, and yet I find repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead

She said “Andy, you crack me up”
Seagram's in a coffee cup
Sharecropper eyes, and the hair almost all gone

When she was drunk, she made cancer jokes
Made up her own doctors' notes
Surrounded by her family, I saw that she was dying alone

SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PRRRRREEEEETYYYYYYYYYYY HOUUUUUSEEEEE

>and i won't let the day pass without her
This isn't particularly sad it just reminds me of listening to this song before going to a party that my oneitis was at in high school, and looking into the mirror singing this to myself. Needless to say, I let the day pass without her

Yep
Not a part of the machine
Big brother, big idea, '90, 16
Neubaten tee, plaid flannel-laden adolescent art kid
Tony Hawk hair, Skinny Puppy denim
And a record player vomiting Alien Sex Fiend
Peel sessions in a Christian home for field testing
It's real youth in the palm of your hand
When your mom thinks Satan is involved in a band
We were buried in the Village Voice
Checking who was playing where
Pulled his head up out the paper, pushing out a single tear
Five words, like a beacon of light in the mist:
"Ministry live at the Ritz"
It was Christ has risen to Chris
3 loaves, 2 fish
Miracle of mechanized loops on 2-inch
Coming to a theater he would be there in the flesh
Moms didn't say "No," but she didn't say "Yes"
Cop tickets, ah the plot thickens
Countdown to ultimate concert experience
Ma still wary
"...and why are they called Ministry?! Are they a cult?!..."
Maybe she would properly investigate
Bought a mag with an Al Jourgensen interview
Read a couple sentences, glanced at a pic or two or three
That's all, no fair trial
Simply, "You will not be going to the show and that's final!"
What occurred next were the top of the lungs of a son who unjustly had lost what he loved
In a moment that would transcend anger to high art
Said, "This is something I am willing to die for!"
Can you even imagine a death in the senpai from industrial fandom?
Anyway, no body count no concert and Chris kicked rocks in his mismatched Converse

>And also

To Mom "It's me, I accidentally sawed a woman in half"
She said "I'll keep you in my prayers," I said "I need to hide a body"
She said "Ok, honey, talk to you on Friday"
Apparently we share a common plasma so the growing disconnection doesn't matter, according to the blood-and-water chapter
Weird, who wrote the blood-and-water chapter anyway?
Probably some surly dad, only child, 30 cats
Looking for a way to reconnect with an averted past
Except it doesn't always work like that

I'm like an architect who cashed his check
But he doesn't let on
That it's the last one he'll get
Though he knows the funds have run dry
He wants to have fun for one final night
Staring out at a skyline that he'll never change

They're saying, "Though we like all things that you've made
Notice no one remembers your name
As you float through time
Feel your powers decline day by day

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>Real life, what does it feel like?
>I ask you tonight, I ask you tonight
>What does it feel like, I ask you tonight
>To live a real life
>I just wanna be a real boy

>Pinocchio, lied, and that's what kept him from it
>I tell the truth, and I keep running

>I turn on the TV, and see me, and see nothing
>What does it feel like, to live real life, to be real
>Not some facade on TV that no one can really feel

>And there is no Gepetto, to guide me
>No one, right beside me

"My new bitch yellow she blow that dick like a cello"

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window
In the morning in the winter shade
On the 1st of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing
All the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see His face
In the morning in the window
All the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes

hit me hard first time i listened to it

get out

I am a container of stories about you
And I bring you up repeatedly, uninvited to
Do the people around me want to keep hearing about my dead wife?
Or does the room go silent when I mention you?
Shining alive, I live with your absence
And it's been two months since you died
I'll speak to your absence and carry our stories around my whole life
But when I'm in public, I don't know what's that look in their eyes
I now wield the power to transform a grocery store aisle into a canyon of pity and confusion
And mutual aching to leave

Mmm
Mmm

The loss in my life is a chasm I take into town
And I don't wanna close it
Look at me
Death is real


Mount Eerie - My Chasm

"OK, let's stop for a second. "OK, let’s stop for a second. Before you come at me, I'ma let you know. I'ma blame my A&R. Because he listened to that song many times and he allowed me to say that.. I guess for a second, I thought a cello was a woodwind instrument and it is not. And nobody ever said shit. Nobody ever pulled up a pic and said, “Hey man. I don’t know if you know what this is, but it ain’t that.”

"You cant give me the dreams that were mine anyway"
>Everyfuckingtime.exe

"I fucked up. I thought Squidward played the cello. He don’t. That’s a flute. I fucked up. But it do sound good."

"Squid ward plays clarinet... I got it world lmao."

"AS MY BONES GREW IN THEY HURT. THEY HURT REALLY BAD. I TRIED HARD TO HAVE A FATHER BUT INSTEAD I HAD A DAD"
Fuck

wtf does this mean

I can live with the sky falling out from above
I can live with your scorn, your sourness, your smug
I can live growing old alone if push comes to shove
But I can't live without my mother's love

I must get out once in a while
Everything is starting to die
The dust settles, the worms dig
Spiders crawl over the bed

I must get out once in a while
I eat all day and now I'm fat
Yesterday's meal is hugging the plate
You never wash up after yourself

Beautiful song in their discography that doesn't get enough attention.

I'm sorry but I can't hold on
It works much better if I let it drag me around
I'm sorry if I'm losing ground
It works much better if I let it drag me around

Love is natural and real
But not for you my love; not tonight my love
Love is natural and real
But not for such as you and I my love

kind of faggy desu

Boredom crept up and found me
Temptation follows, mounts me
Our oaths our realty a good job a husband
A husband or what
Christ, Jane, I'm not, I never was
She turns spits out
We're done get out
I wanna say good luck
But I don't wanna hold you up
You bastard son of dirt
Can't picture our house without you

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And one day
I am gonna grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

She has a moist vagina
I particularly enjoyed the circumference

>quiet in the corner, numb and falling through
sucks to be a fucking wimp in every facet of my life

>One more night alone in my room
>Listening to music I think makes me cool
>It's not cool being lonely, not cool being cold
>Not cool being someone you wouldn't want to know

>Now my room stinks like shit
>I've been in here too long
>Dwelling on lines in other peoples songs
>Saying, "Yes, this is me!
>Your lyrics break through!"
>But I don't deserve the lines I relate to

I wanna' drive my Rocket up Uranus

love crywank.


"hay una puerta
hay una puerta
abierta
huer-
huer-
huer-
huérfano.

desde que te vi
no hubo confusiones
no eres para mí
no eres para mí
tú no eres para mí"

Bones hurt when you go through your growth spurt
Dads are just sperm donators (think "my babies daddy")
Fathers are the ones who raise you (think Fathers Day)

Behind these eyes
A desert spirit
Sea serpent heart
Inside a sunken ship
I finally got it
All parts wrong
I didn't know how long
It would take to do it

Behind these eyes
A dead grey mule
Torn apart moon
In an empty room
It's easier now
And I just say I got better
It's easier now
That I just say I got better

It's easier when I just admit
Death comes now
And the next minute
And the next minute
The next minute

And I’m always where the
Sun don’t shine, the
Tears don’t show, won't
Hurt me now 'cause
Heart's been broke, I
Hate myself but
It won't show

>Hold me, I've been sad for days the light does change its gifts, every hour's devoured but the same things haunt me, what's haunting you?
>Lately I've been seeing beings they look like they float at the back of my headroom but I don't find it strange when I'm talking to you

fucks me up everytime

Now I realise
The perilous truth
Of a perilous life
By my own device
The strength of my high
Is the strength of my low
Unless there's no me
They both explode

That the last ten years I been so fucking stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success got a nigga chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD’ing next, Triple X

Never been there, but damn, that entire song is so emotional

I have the invitation that you sent me
You wanted me to see you change your name
I couldn't stand to see you wed another
But dear I hope you're happy just the same

Wedding bells are ringing in the chapel
That should be ringing out for you and me
Down the aisle with someone else you're walking
Those wedding bell will never ring for me

I planned a little cottage in the valley
I even bought a little band of gold
I thought some day I'd place it on your finger
But now the future looks so dark and cold


also even though it's slightly tongue in i feel during

Guess I'm ruled by my heart
built a life and I tore it all apart
It's just not our time
but you'll find a new love, and you'll be fine

IIIIIIIII
WIIILLL NOOOOOTT
GIIIIVEEE UUUUUPP
OOOOON YOUUUUUUU

Will I be alone forever?
I don't want to turn to the bible.

maybe my fav song ever

>I can't think of anything else, no matter how I try
>But you know, I can't even remember the color of her eyes

Morrissey is just too cruel on this song

>Don't cum in her eyes
>That's why she said goodbye
well he was right

OOOOH MOTHER I CAN FEEEEL THE SOOIL POURING OVER MY HEEEAAAD

I MISS YOU

OH I MISS YOU

So now I am older,
Than my mother and father,
When they had their daughter,
Now what does that say about me.
Oh how could I dream of,
Such a selfless and true love,
Could I wash my hands off?
Just looking out for me...

>tfw your friend group is slowly tearing itself apart around you, and i can't stop it no matter how hard i try

I want to go away for a while, away for a while
Because the things that I have seen
Are turning me into a shitty human being

Unironically the lyrics to creep

Faces sweaty, arms and legs,
what a glorious set of stairs we make

Oh I know
My life's not gonna change
And I live
Through all these wasted days
Never thought
That I'd end up this way
And I know
It's gonna stay the same

I thought I would be more than this
I thought I would be more than this
I thought I would be more than this
I thought I would be more than this

And I know
I'm losing all my time
Doesn't seem
Like it was ever mine
Didn't seem
My own I don't know why
Getting tired
Of living 'till I die

WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE
IN MY LIFE?

I feel like a leech to everyone around me
unsure and false promises I make.
I invade your existence with my dependence
and leave you guilt tripped until you take
care of me, for If not I will surely die.
I don’t feed or clean myself and I am always high,
putting pipe dreams before the necessities in life.
Without your help I have no hope to survive.
Now I know that sounds pathetic,
that’s because that’s what I am.
So open about my flaws
but it’s all part of my plan.
For If I can recognize my flaws
you’ll assume I’m trying to change,
but I am lazy and disheartened
and I know I will remain the same.
Taking all you can give me trying to live in excess.
You know you’ll make my life much easier, I’ll make your life a mess.
Squirm away stupid leech boy go and die now in the drain,
you speak only of your sadness but are yet to feel true pain.

As I get older I also worsen.
I used to be a better person.


Growing into a constant burden.
Introducing man child.

I am scared I’ll lose my job because I always go in stoned,
If I do will you feed me, take me in and hear me moan.
If you don’t I’m on your concience and will surely die alone.
Invite me in to regret it as I take over your home.
Oh so useless and demanding no I will not help out with chores.
I’ll bring no money or conversation. Unmotivated and bored.
Staring blankly into space absorbing all you have worked for,
I will dissapoint those who think I can do more.
I warn you now to avoid me.
I may not bite the hand that feeds,
but I will wrap my lips around it
and I will suck off all the meat.
You’ll be left feeling used once you find out I’m a leech,
I’ll take all you can give and then I will up and leave.
No shame or dignity left in me as I scout out brand new friends
to invade with my dependence and let it start

>O' god of progress
>have you degraded or forgot us
Where have your laws gone?
>i think about it now

Why's everyone gotta be such a moany cunt

Sad preacher nailed upon the coloured door of time
Insane teacher be there reminded of the rhyme
There'll be no mutant enemy we shall certify
Political ends as sad remains will die
Reach out as forward tastes begin to enter you
Oooh, ooh

I listened hard but could not see
Life tempo change out and inside me
The preacher trained in all to lose his name
The teacher travels, asking to be shown the same
In the end we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalize
That the truth of man maturing in his eyes
All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you

Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid
As a moment regained and regarded both the same
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid
A clearer future, morning, evening, nights with you

terrible.

>If I die
>And I will
>Oh please, please bury me
>In the ground by my school
>Where I once worked

>If I'm killed
>As I will
>Oh please, please raise a stone
>And inscribe all of these here lonely words:
>How do I wake your sleeping heart?

This album affects me in a unique way that nothing else I've heard does

More Giles Corey that shit makes me sad
>I don't know what anything means
>I think I've forgotten how to sleep
>And I'm not the only one

>I will break my spine on the page
>Like the books that will fill up my grave

>I am entombed in my bed
>With those words that you said, that I kept :

>That I'm not the only one
>That you've never loved

>even more Giles Corey

>All around me
>In the air hangs a wreath
>Of blackest bile, and smoke
>That only I can see

>I open up my heart
>And let it all in
>And it kills all my love
>And hope for everyone

>And it hasn't been easy on you
>I know that more than most
>I am born to be alone
>I am just some lonely ghost

>All around us
>Hangs an air of darkest doom
>And it flows out my lungs
>And slowly fills the room

>I open up my heart
>And stick my fingers in
>But you will never want
>What I have to give

THERES A DEVIL ON MY BAAAAACKKKK
THERES A DEVIL ON MY LEGS
THERES A DEVIL ON MY CHEEESSSTTTTT

"And I bet she told a million people that she'd stay in touch,
But all the little promises they don't mean much,
When there's memories to be made,
And I hope you're holding hands by new year's eve,
They made it far too easy to believe,
That true romance can't be achieved these days."

Absolutely breaks me, every single time.

Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn
She fucked the whole squad
Every time I land in Brooklyn
They fuck with the whole squad

Meanwhile back in queens the realness and foundation
If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
As the slugs penetrate, feel a burning sensation
Getting closer to God in a tight situation

also the part in how much a dolla cost when the homeless guy is revealed to be God

"death is real"

That last part kills me. It sucks being a broken person with a horrible history, it feels like being trapped in a cage where I can never freely talk of my struggle. Whenever I do I turn people away... Maybe I'm just a fag who is unbearably annoying, idk man.

I won't run away no more, I promise
Even when I get bored, I promise
Even when you lock me out, I promise
I say my prayers every night, I promise

I know which side I'm spread, I promise
The tantrums and the chitty chats, I promise
Even when the ship is wrecked, I promise
Tie me to the rotten deck, I promise

I won't run away no more, I promise
Even when I get bored, I promise
Even when the ship is wrecked, I promise
Tie me to the rotten deck, I promise

I won't run away no more, I promise

Seriously, this song is kicking me right in the fucking feels.

I don't think it's funny
I don't fool around
if you're so fucking tired
why aren't you in the ground

Because guilt is my boyfriend
and I'm very dearly wed
at wakes you don't wake up
but stay asleep instead
I'm the dour in the dowry
the bats in your belfry
and I am your boyfriend

Would call my friend.

>I've been having mental problems
>And the solution is unclear
>I'll give anything a try once
>I'll try anything three times, I don't care

>But there's no company
>That I can stand to be with me
>So my dependency on you grows

>it does not suffice for you to sat I am a sweet girl
>or to say you hate to see me sad because of you
>it does not suffice to merely lie beside each other
>as those who love each other do

PUSH ME TO THE EDGE
ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD

Hey brother, the best you can do is share your experiences with others in an attempt to relate and gain empathy/sympathy and understanding with others. you can share your sorrows with me if you'd like. Id like anything to do with making you feel better. I would try my best to understand

>Maybe I'm just a fag who is unbearably annoying, idk man.
nah, i feel you man

We are not there yet
Where we need to be
We are still in debt
To our insanities

We're going backwards
Turning back our history
Going backwards
Piling on the misery

We can track in all the satellites
Seeing all in plain sight
Watch men die in real time
But we have nothing inside
We feel nothing inside

"my childhood was far from ideal and I lacked a father figure while growing up"

I know. "deep".

Are any of these not the usual "tfw no gf" and "im a lonely faggot"?

Guess not

Get a life, all of you

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand until you hold my hand
Until you hold my hand
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Bittersweet stuff always gets to me.

I pursuit a form that doesn't find its own style,
button of the thinking that wants to be the rose,
while I ask for the impossible hug of the Venus de Milo.

So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve
Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved
And we were never connected or involved
Except for the intersections and crazy mathematics
With no time and no space and no schedule and no place
And they pass right through us without a trace
And sometimes that music drifts through my car
On a spring night when anything is possible
And I close my eyes and I nod my head
And I wonder how you been
And I count to a hundred and ten
Because you’ll always be my hero even if I never see you again

I've become, a simple souvenir of someone's kill
Like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul as if the
Great divide could swallow me whole, oh how I'm breaking down

desu the sad shit's for therapists. In my experience, even closest friends get turned off when I mention hard times.

>are any of these sad lyrics not about sad subjects?
le 12 y/o troll or just plain retarded?

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

LEEETTT MEEEEE OUUUUTTT OFF HEEERRREE

i understand m8
i cry my lungs out to giles corey about once a month. i find it very cathartic.

>I've got one thing to say
>before I am drunk again
>god damn the sun
>god damn the sun
>god damn anyone
>that says a kind word
>god damn the sun
>god damn the sun
>god damn the light it shines
>and this world it shows
>god damn the sun

the burning world is so stupidly underrated

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Everyoooone aaasked aboooout yoooooou

And the thing that I feel
You'll never know
I am really afraid of telling the truth
And the thing that I feel
You'll never know
I am really afraid of losing you

So I lie down against your back, until we're both back in the hospital
But now it's not a cancer ward, we're sleeping in the morgue

...

>GIVE UP
>COME TO
>NO HOPE
>WE'RE THROUGH

Looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start
With a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

>I don't wanna hurt you
>I just wanna love you

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FACE
I HAVE FOUND IN THIS PLACE
THAT IS CIRCLING ALL ROUND THE SUN
WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DREAM
THAT COULD FLASH ON THE SCREEN
IN A BLINK OF AN EYE AND BE GONE FROM ME
SOFT AND SWEEEEEEEET
LET ME HOLD IT CLOSE AND KEEP IT HERE WITH ME

>So don't get any ideas
>They're not going to happen
>You'll go to hell
>For what your
>Dirty mind is thinking

I can't even pretend that you are my friend.
What has happened to you and I?
And don't say that I have changed
'Cause man, of course I have.