Bright Eyes - Happy Birthday To Me
I guess that it’s typical
To cling to memories you’ll never get back again
Peter Sarstedt - Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)
Then go and forget me forever
Leonard Cohen - I Can’t Forget
I loved you all my life
And that’s how I want to end it
The summer’s almost gone
The winter’s tuning up
Leonard Cohen - The Stranger Song
Please understand I never had a secret charm
To get me to the heart of this, or any other matter
I told you when I came I was a stranger
The Weepies - Gotta Have You
I want to make a ray of sunshine
And never leave home
The Smiths - Still Ill
For there are brighter sides to life
And I should know because I’ve seen them
But not very often
(Source: somestrangerhas)
Johnny Mandel - Suicide is Painless
The game of life is hard to play
I’m gonna lose it anyway
(Source: depressionparty)
Shiro Sagisu - Komm, süsser Tod
It all returns to nothing
I just keep letting me down, letting me down, letting me down
(Source: despairsayslittle)
Devendra Banhart - Seahorse
I’m scared of ever being born again
If it’s in this form again
Bonnie “Prince” Billy - I’ve Seen it All
I’ve seen what I was and I know what I’ll be
I’ve seen it all, there is no more to see
The Smiths - I Know It’s Over
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight?
The Cure - Cut Here
It’s so hard to think, “it ends sometime
And this could be the last”
The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl, “Fairytale of New York”
Oh, this is your favorite Christmas song? Congratulations, you’re a real saddo. Consider: Kirsty MacColl was killed in a ‘controversial’ boating accident on vacation in Mexico; while swimming, she pushed one of her sons out of the way of an oncoming powerboat, which then struck and killed her. That’s still not as sad as this song. Once, during like, June or some other non-December month, I was in Lucy’s, that bar across the street from Tompkins Square Park, and someone played this song on the jukebox. Half the bar left.
Chet Baker - I Get Along Without You Very Well
I get along without you very well
Of course I do
Except, perhaps in spring
But I should never think of spring
For that would surely break my heart in two
