Such an apt song
Such an apt song
I listen to many songs that are arguably very sad and, perhaps, completely depressing. One of my favorite bands is Bella Morte (beautiful death) and they sing almost exclusively about the pain of living and death.
But this, this is the most depressing song I’ve ever heard. Because in my time I have lived and loved and lost. And while losing someone you love for any reason whether it was death, distance, divergent desires, or misconception, hurts; that isn’t the worst pain you can feel.
The worst pain you can feel is hope. Seems crazy but hear me out. Hope can be a wonderful thing. But misplaced hope is destruction. It eats its way through everything you are until you are left riddled with holes filled with pain.
So, the most depressing song, for reals:
We all are looking for something
a song that gives me chills
Just a reminder to the women I love. This is how I see you. Even if we’re not together.
I like the original to dance to. This version more accurately reflects my mood.
For the last 2 days I’ve had Elton John’s Rocketman in my head but I wake this morning and in pops an even catchier tune
I want you to sit still. Do nothing else. Start this, then close your eyes. Lose yourself in the feeling of the sounds washing over you, through you. It is worth the time.
I can see myself sitting at a long mahogany bar in a sex club drinking Macallan 12. Getting pulled into a booth for a little something by an old friend and hollow eyed come back to the bar, empty, feeling nothing, not even satisfaction. Still sitting at the bar, sipping whiskey looking into the middle distance.