For me it’s:

Crossing that bridge, with lessons I’ve learned
Playing with fire and not getting burned.
I may not know what you’re going through.
But time is the space between me and you.

Prayer for the Dying, by Seal (1994).

Invidious | YouTube

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    Bottles and Bones, Califone What Sara Said, Death Cab for Cutie Fake Plastic Trees, Radiohead

    Those come to mind as great, “poetry with music” songs, but there are many more.

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    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

    Pink Floyd - Time

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        I heard them when I was a kid but being in a non-english speaking country, I didn’t understand them. When I could understand them, I didn’t “listen” to them (as in I didn’t pay attention), when I did start to actually listen to them, I was already old and it hit me in a not very positive way lol.

        But hey, thats life.

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    Not sure if they’re my favourite, but always liked this sequence in Bulls on Parade:

    Weapons, not food, not homes, not shoes
    Not need, just feed the war, cannibal animal, I
    Walk the corner to the rubble
    That used to be a library, line up to the mind cemetery now
    What we don’t know keeps the contracts alive and movin’
    They don’t gotta burn the books, they just remove 'em
    While arms warehouses fill as quick as the cells
    Rally 'round the family, pockets full of shells

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    Invidious | YouTube

    And on a more serious note, really the whole song, but here’s the refrain, with my amateur translation.

    世界で一つの 輝く光になれ
    私でいい
    私を信じてゆくのさ
    遠回りしても 守るべき道を行け
    私でいい
    私の歩幅で生きてくのさ

    Become a shining light in this world
    I’m good enough
    I’m going to start believing in myself
    Walk the way that I know I should stay true to, even if it takes me on detours
    I’m good enough
    I’m going to start living with my pace

    Beautiful, by Superfly

    Invidious | YouTube

    I’ve been living with recidivating depression for a few years now and this song helps.

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    ”en jaksa mutta jatkan / tämän yhden mäen vielä / sateen jälkeen täältä näkee kauas”

    Vorna - Kauas

    Don’t know exactly why, but this has always got to me, hits some spot nothing else prior ever had, and nothing else still has not since.

    Translated to English, it’s something like:

    “I have no will or energy, but I shall climb / this one last hill / after the rain you can see so far from here”

    It doesn’t translate well, but something about it really resonates with me. I’ve lived with clinic depression for so long, and I’ve been so close to giving in, but always just choosing to climb that one last hill gives some perspective and after all these years… here I am.

    I’m too tired to continue, but I’ll fight this one more fight before I fall to my eternal slumber. And after the fight, as the dust settles, the rains stop… well, the view is beautiful. The world is beautiful. But I’m tired… too tired to go on. So I shall only fight this one more fight before I get my peace. One last glance at the beauty. Ah, one more fight, but no more, and I’ll return back up this hill and this view shall be my last. But it’s so beautiful. Only one more fight, and… And so on and so on.

    It just feels like I belong in those words.

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    This world, it turns on the thought of you dead.

    • local H, misanthrope.

    If you want, a second to breathe, I’ll give you all of my love, give you all that you need

    • Sjowgren, seventeen
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    This is one of those lyrics that keep hitting hard, even after 30+ years of first hearing this song:

    How can I find The right way to control All the conflicts inside All the problems beside As the questions arise And the answers don’t fit Into my way of things Into my way of things

    Joy Division - Komakino

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    On the wings of a dream so far beyond reality

    All alone in desperation, now the time is gone

    Lost inside you’ll never find

    Lost within my own mind

    Day after day this misery must go on

    So far away we wait for the day

    For the lives all so wasted and gone

    We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days

    Through the fire and flames we carry on

    Through the Fire and Flames, Dragonforce. Most people know it for having five guitar solos, but the lyrics speak to me

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    I salute at the threshold of the North Sea of my mind And I nod to the boredom that drove me here to face the tide And I swim, I swim, oh swim Dip a toe in the ocean, oh how it hardens and it numbs The rest of me is a version of man built to collapse in crumbs And if I hadn’t come now to the coast to disappear I may have died in a landslide of rocks and hopes and fears So I swim until you can’t see land Swim until you can’t see land Swim until you can’t see land Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?

    Up to my knees now, do I wade, do I dive? The sea has seen my like before, though it’s my first and perhaps last time Let’s call me a baptist, call this a drowning of the past She is there on the shoreline throwing stones at my back So I swim until you can’t see land Swim until you can’t see land Swim until you can’t see land Are you a man? Are you a bag of sand?

    And the water is taller than me And the land is a marker line All I have is a body adrift in water, salt and sky