For a long time, I would’ve said it was Kansas’s “Dust in the Wind,” which goes on and on in excrutiating detail about just how brief and pointless life is. Then I heard that golden oldie, Carly Simon’s “That’s the Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be,” an anthem to anomie and alienation that’s so dreary and pessimistic I wanted to slit my wrists on the spot.
Radiohead Creep and the cover of Mad World on the Donnie Darko soundtrack.
I have learned to turn sadness into anger (it’s good emotional fuel and a quick & dirty way to avoid depression), so hearing either of those songs makes me want to break things.
I don’t know if I’d exactly classify them as rock or pop, but a couple of John Prine’s songs come to mind:
Sam Stone:
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm
where all the money goes.
Jesus Christ died for nothing
I suppose.
Hello In There
Well, it’d been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
And I still don’t know what for, don’t matter anymore.
" … At the age of thirty-seven she realised she’d never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she’d memorised in her daddy’s easy chair … "
Gonna bathe and shave and dress myself
and eat solo every night
Unplug the phone, sleep alone
Stay way out of sight
Yeah, it’s kinda lonely
Yeah, it’s sorta sick
Being your own one and only
is a dirty lowdown trick
One Man Guy
Loudon Wainwright III
Cheers me up no end
If I wanted to be made depressed I’d just listen to the charts.