More albums about depression please, raw, no bullshit, REAL DEPRESSION.....pls
More albums about depression please, raw, no bullshit, REAL DEPRESSION.....pls
Oxymoron. No such thing.
t. oxygen-deprived moron
There's gonna be some trouble...
who can relate?
woo
>I've been stabbed in the back
>so many many times
>that I don't have any skin, but that's just the way it goes...
mcraigculbertson.bandcamp.com
it's too retarded to not be genuine
tim heidecker - i am a cuck
I would have to say Southpaw Grammar is the most haunting
based, Southpaw Grammar is underrated as fuck
> I wanna feel like I feel when I sleep
Love this one
This one is like being in a club but zoning out cause you can't feel anything anymore
I love this a lot, underrated
Only real depression posted in the thread.
such a good album, makes me feel more like drifting and emotionless
Lol actually depressed people don't have the willpower to make music. Every "depressive" album you listen to is someone larping to make a buck.
based af.
This. It's more like manic depression caused by abuse and your father dying in a horrific way but hey still depression
finally some decent fuckin music in this thread
check out the related projects, friend
based
can anyone recommend more like this
Mount eerie?
Finally some good music in this thread
Unironically a good pick.
DRIVEN MAD BY BEAUTY
It's been so very long since I dropped off the face of the Earth
I've essentially been written off for dead
Which is fine with me, secluded away in my own reality, indefinitely
Turned my back on the world, turned my back on myself
Dissolved, dissipated, disappeared
Disappointed everyone around, but there was no one around
When I bid fare-thee-well to humanity
Though I'm floating in a void of escapism and joy, I still can't forget
My unfulfilled destiny, it isn't grandiose, but I'm not comatose
And as long as a flickering spark burns within...
Shunned as a child, but that's okay
They say living well is the best revenge
And I live very well in my cave on the edge of the world
And one of these days I might even come outside
Driven mad by the beauty I can never obtain
Held in my hand for the most fleeting of instants
Then it disappeared
And as I died a little more inside
Decrepitude crept in as I wept
I worry, I worry, I shall never attain beauty in this life
I'm ugly, so ugly, inside and out it's all I can express
Flailing grotesque, under the guise of art
Driven mad by the beauty I shall never attain
Not in this life, or the next, or the next
Driven mad by the beauty I can never obtain
Not in this life, or the next, or the next
Hiding out like a fool, yet there's so much to do
I got part of it done, and now I can relax
But no, I can't relax, because it's not all done
And so I put it off, and the weeks float by
And so I put it off, and the years float by
But what if it all ends when my work is complete?
Should I do it all at once, or drag it out for years?
Should I take a hundred years, should I take a thousand years, should I take a million years?
Can't possess it, can't repress it
Can do not but obsess it
In my hole in the wall in a pit beneath a rock in my grave in the center of the Earth somewhere near Hell
basically all slowcore
FOREVER LOST
Life is swarming
Life is oozing
Life is crawling
Life is dripping
Life is squirting
Life is rotting
Life is dying
To be reborn, you must first admit that you are dead
Indoctrinated by the state as a child
Our minds were stripped of the capacity to function
In preparation for war, they would race us against one another
Running circles around a track like dogs
In defiance and disgust, I would walk casually, ensuring I was always last
I have carried this attitude with me, and if life is a race
I am perfectly content to let everyone finish before me
A struggle to the death--- Life!
Make no mistake, my little ones
Life is a struggle, a constant struggle to the death!
I still live...
"Hahaha, well don't worry, it happens to the best of us, you know!"
One, please!
"Enjoy the ride! Please remain inside the vessel until it grinds to a halt!"
I wander the endless corridors of the Architectural Monstrosity
Vaulted ceilings, almost imperceptibly high, arching into darkness
Stairways leading into confined crawlspaces, or no place at all
The air crisp and sterile, sealed off for centuries
Each room designed more illogically than the last
A madman's interior design
And as I wander the labyrinthine halls, searching the chambers
I discover not a soul
Not a trace of inhabitation
No one is here, nor has anyone ever been here
No one, but me
Did I construct these hollow halls?
The Hallowed, Hollow Halls of Hell?
Am I the architect, the designer who drew up the plans of madness?
For years and years, I have struggled to find my way
But now I must admit, I am lost
Forever lost
I will never find my way
Forever lost
Love mount eerie
anything else?
hell yeah listen to this
my fav album of 2017
ACT I
When will be spoken the final word of my horrid internal dialogue?
Sweetly exhaled in a soft crimson mist
I was prepared for the most inhuman of destinies
Unexpectedly resurrected from my infinite spiral
I sit, confused, poised on the edge
Between light and familiarity
Between life and my chosen path
The stream of poison flows gently through my beautiful topiary
Each day I attend to the delicate shapes
While the roots sip lightly from the trickling venom
Someday, when I am gone, and my trees lose their form
Strangers will use them for fuel
The green and purple flames will be accompanied by thick, acrid smoke
Paralysis from inhalation - death from beauty - legacy from the grave
You know I've killed myself a thousand times before
I've floated to the surface of a thousand shores
Time is an addiction, abandoned long ago
I skip forever bloody through the pristine snow
Ask me where I've been and I will answer with a grin
I've walked along the edge for so long, I cannot remember which side I was on!
I loved her but she's gone
Soon I will be gone too
My love is a ghost of glass
Easily shattered
If perchance you break me
Shards will cut you deeply
Tears of blood run down our face
Tears of blood run down your arms
Tears of blood run down our face
Until the tears run dry... and so will I
Idk user I haven’t changed my underwear in a week, washed my clothes in two. Don’t have a job or any friends don’t talk to anyone, post on Yea Forums, don’t leave my room except to buy cigarettes and to smoke them, all I do is write music. I used to be worse though. I used to shower like every week and smoke all the time and had no will to write for the last few years.
Listen dude... I don't know if you know this but what you just said is really gay.
Why do you all post the same albums?
Fuck you're a boring lot.
Ghostless by Escape the Day
One of authors committed suicide.
bump for interest
Because "muh sellout". It's a great record though.
came here to post this
based
these are my favorites mentioned here
also consider:
shinsei kamattechan - tsumanne (you've learned japanese by now, right user?)
MIKE's in general, but especially his earlier work like longest day, shortest night
either black dresses albums
youtube.com
Mount Eerie - A Crow Looked At Me
A whole album about his dead wife.
>gatekeeping "real" depression
faggot brainlet
>girl tells me 'So You Wanna Be A Superhero' sounds like a movie scene where someone is dying
>mfw
I am a lonely man...my solitude is true
my eyes have borne stark witness
and now my knights are numbered too.
I've seen the smiles on dead hands--
the stars shine, but they're not for me.
>Malding
the inevitable Pinkerton
i was just thinking of that
This one really stuck with me
Cringe
Did not ever expect to see this posted on Yea Forums
dragging a dead deer is more depressing imo
Bump
In Utero, Siamese Dream, The Downward Spiral, Twin Fantasy, The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me, Kid A, Knife Man...
>I'm sad starter kit.
i don't find this depressing at all. it's so beautiful and psychedelic for me
same