tragic songs.

[Temujin]

some songs have a verry tragic text. list some you know. here are two songs I know and find most tragic.

first a verry old spannish song


hijo de la luna

cuenta una leyenda
que una hembra gitana
conjuró a la luna hasta el amanecer
llorando pedía
al llegar el día
desposar un calé

tendrás a tu hombre piel morena
desde el cielo habló la luna llena
pero al cambio quiero
el hijo primero
que le engendres a él
que quien su hijo inmola
para no estar sola
poco le iba a querer

luna quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer
dime luna de plata
que pretendes hacer
con una niño de piel
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha
hijo de la luna

de padre canela nació una niño
blanco como el lomo de un armiño
con los ojos grises
en vez de aceituna
niño albino de luna
maldita su estampa
este hijo es un payo
y yo no me lo cayo

gitano al creerse deshonrado
se fue a su mujer cuchillo en mano
¿de quién es el hijo?
me has engañao fijo
y de muerte la hirió
luego se hizo al monte
con el niño en brazos
y allí le abandonó

luna quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer
dime luna de plata
que pretendes hacer
con una niño de piel
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha
hijo de la luna

y las noches que haya luna llena
será porque el niño esté de buenas
y si el niño llora
menguará la luna
para hacerle una cuna
y si el niño llora
menguará la luna
para hacerle una cuna

TRANSLATION

Son of the moon

A legend tells of a gipsy woman
Who pleaded with the moon until dawn.
Weeping she begged
At the break of dawn
To marry a gipsy man.

"You'll have your man, tawny skin,"
Said the full moon from the sky.
"But in return I want the first child
That you have with him.
Because she who sacrifices her child
So that she is not alone,
Isn't likely to love it very much."

Moon, you want to be mother,
But you cannot find a love
Who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon,
What you intend to do
With a child of flesh.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,
Son of the moon.

From a cinnamon-skinned father
A son was born,
White as the back of an ermine,
With grey eyes instead of olive --
Moon's albino child.
"Damn his appearance!
This is not a gipsy man's son
And I will not put up with that."

Believing to be dishonoured,
The gipsy went to his wife,
A knife in his hand.
"Whose son is this?
You've certainly fooled me!"
And he wounded her mortally.
Then he went to the woodlands
With the child in his arms
And left it behind there.

Moon, you want to be mother,
But you cannot find a love
Who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon,
What you intend to do
With a child of flesh.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,
Son of the moon.

And the nights the moon is full
It is because the child
Is in a good mood.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make it a cradle.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make it a cradle.


second song:

the famous carmina burana

Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi
Verse 1
O Fortuna

O Fortuna,
velut luna,
statu variabilis,
semper crescis,
aut decrecis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut galciem

Sors immanis
et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus,
vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata
et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per nudum
fero tui sceleris.

Sors salutis
et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus
et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora
sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem
sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

Verse 2 Fortuna plango vulnera

Fortune plango vulnera
stillantibus ocellis
quod sua michi munera
subtrahit rebellis.
Verum est, quod legitur,fronte capillata,
sed plerumque sequitur
Occasio calvata.

In Fortune solio
sederam elatus,
prosperitatis vario
flore coronatus;
quicquid enim florui
felix et beatus,
nunc a summo corrui
gloria privatus.

Fortune rota volvitur:
descendo minoratus;
alter in altum tollitur;
nimis exaltatus
rex sedet in vertice
caveat ruinam!
nam sub axe legimus
Hecubam reginam.

TRANSLATION:

Fortune, Empress of the World
Verse 1 oh fortune
O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate – monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.

Fate is against me
in health
and virtue
,driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the string man,
everyone weep with me!

Verse 2:
I bemoan the wounds of fortune
I bemoan the wounds of Fortune
with weeping eyes,
for the gifts she made me
she perversely takes away.
It is written in truth,that she has a fine head of hair,
but, when it comes to seizing an opportunity
she is bald.

On Fortune's throne
I used to sit raised up,
crowned withthe many-coloured flowers of prosperity;
though I may have flourished
happy and blessed,
now I fall from the peak
deprived of glory.

The wheel of Fortune turns;
I go down, demeaned;
another is raised up;
far too high up
sits the king at the summit -
let him fear ruin!
for under the axis is written
Queen Hecuba.



oth songs are verry tragic and beautifull IMO so now you guys list yours, or discuss the tragedy of these songs

 

[Lhorkan]

Great idea for a thread.

Metallica - Fade to black

Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this can’t be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he’s gone

No one but me can save myself, but it’s too late
Now I can’t think, think why I should even try

Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death greets me warm, now I will just say good-bye


Metallica - One

I can’t remember anything
Can’t tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me
I’m waking up I can not see
That there is not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me

Back in the womb it’s much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can’t look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I’ll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please god,wake me
Now the world is gone I’m just one
Oh god,help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God help me

Darkness imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in hell


Evanescence - Missing

Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
Maybe someday you’ll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, you’ll say to no one:
"isn’t something missing? "

You won’t cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me?

[chorus]
Even though I’d be sacrificed,
You won’t try for me, not now.
Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
Isn’t someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me,
But I won’t be home again.
I know what you do to yourself,
Shudder deep and cry out:
"isn’t something missing?
Isn’t someone missing me? "

[chorus]

And if I bleed, I’ll bleed,
Knowing you don’t care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isn’t something missing?
Isn’t something...

[chorus]

 

[Ilex]

Great thread indeed. Here's a tragic song about a man who is attracted to young corpses (might disturb some of the most weak minded):

Necropedophile (by cannibal corpse)

I was once a man before I transformed
into this molester, freshly deceased children
You have born, torn by my rape
The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse
I will violate

Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction
I open the coffin
Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare
At the dead, over and over, I can't escape
I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice
I *** in her cold ****, shivering with ecstasy
for nine days straight I do the same
She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave
her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject

Here I ***, blood gushes from
bleeding black blood
her head disconnected
As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein
She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head
My lubrication, her decomposition
Spending my life molesting dead children

Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top of spikes
boiling skulls
Skin sliding off of bones

Voices
The voices call
Voices
The voices are calling me
Buried dead I've spiritually infected
Call to me from beyond their graves

Bleed
I now bleed pus
I bleed, the blood of the dead
I bleed on her livid skin
Thrusting myself within
Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch
Beyond what we know as death
It haunts me everyday
I hear the voice of every child
That lies next to me decayed
A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection
Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled

Violated after death
Virgin hole I infest
Anal pore spewing cess
The sacred juice I injest
Your dead child I defile
Necropedophile

 

[Nairagorn]

Lol at Cannibal Corpse

::edit:: May as well stay on topic

The Wind that Shakes the Barley

I sat within the valley green
I sat me with my true love.
My sad heart strove the two between
The old love and the new love.
The old for her the new
That made me think on Ireland dearly.
While the soft wind blew down the glade
and shook the golden barley.

T'was hard the woeful words to frame
To break the ties that bound us.
But harder still to bear the shame
of foreign chains around us.
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll meet at morning early.
And I'll join the bold united men
While soft winds shook the barley.

T'was sad I kissed away her tears
My fond arm round her flinging.
When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.

But blood for blood without remorse
I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley.

 

[Temujin]

this song is in dutch and indonesian, he sings in dutch and then he sings the the first verse in indonesian. oh and Rumah Saya is indonesian too, it means my home (well literly it means "home me" saya means, I, me, mine), and dimana means where that's indonesian too.

it's quite tragic in how it voices a feeling I have and a lot of "immigrants in europe feel" we are seen as foreigners here and unaccepted by manny, but if we go to hte country where we have roots we are also seen as foreigners. it's quite frustrating

Doe maar:
Rumah Saya

Geen berg aan de horizon,
In dit land waar ik ben geboren,
geen berg aan de horizon…
alleen ivoren torens…..
Rumah Saya. Dimana? Rumah saja

Bukan bukit di tepi langit di praja, ini praja,
bukan bukit di tepi langit, saja
benteng benteng gading saja.

En dan verlang ik naar een ander huis,
in het land van mijn vader,
maar ook daar zal ik een vreemde zijn,
in het land van mijn vader.
Rumah Saya. Dimana? Rumah saja,

bukan bukit di tepi langit di praja, ini praja,
bukan bukit di tepi langit, saja
benteng benteng gading saja.

bukan bukit di tepi langit di praja, ini praja,
bukan bukit di tepi langit, saja
benteng benteng gading saja

ENGLISH TRANSLATION:

No mountain on the horizon
In this country where I'm born
No mountain on the horizon
only Ivory towers.
My home. where? My home.

No mountain in the horizon
In this country where I'm born
No mountain in the horizon
only Ivory towers.

and then I wish for another house
In the country of my father
but even there I'll be a foreigner
in the country of my father
My home. where? my home.

No mountain on the horizon
In this country where I'm born
No mountain on the horizon
only Ivory towers.

No mountain on the horizon
In this country where I'm born
No mountain on the horizon
only Ivory towers.

 

[zacko]

ilex, thats just wrong, f*cked up, sick. thats nothing to be proud of.

 

[Ilex]

YOU FOOL! The moralities of people chained to their gods and other entities has dimmed your vision of the world! There is no heaven, no more when me and my minions burn it! Then we shall defile all that is life and dead. HAHAHAHAHAH...


No but serioysly did I state that I was proud of it and is there something wrong to use an inanimate object for your personal desires?

 

[Temujin]

ilex, thats just wrong, f*cked up, sick. thats nothing to be proud of.

that is what makes the song tragic no?

 

[Ilex]

Ok here is another one:
MANOWAR

Dark Avenger

He broke the laws of the elders
So they plucked out his eye,
Took his land and fortune,
Left him to die

Bound on the shoreline,
Left for the tide,
See's his life blood leaving...
Circling lower the vultures fly

These bones may be broken
But the spirit can't die
And the Gods see his anguish
And give him a sign

From the floor of the ocean
The ship of the lost souls rise
And they take him where no one sleeps
while the undead cry
Where no one sleeps while the undead cry

And in the world above
The elders sing,
On his land they live
Let death's bell ring

He was met at the gate of Hades
By the Guardian of the Lost Souls,
The Keeper of the Unavenged
And He did say to him:
"Let you not pass abandon return to the world from once you came
And seek payment not only for thy known anguish
But vindicate the souls of the Unavenged"

And they placed in his hands a sword made for him called Vengeance
Forged in brimstone and tempered by the woeful tears of the Unavenged

And to carry him up on his journey back to the upper world
They brought forth their Demon horse called Black Death
A grim steed so fiercely might and black in colour
That he could stand as one with the darkness
Save from his burning eyes of crimson fire

And on that night they rode up from Hell
The pounding of his hooves did clap like thunder

Burning, death, destruction raping the daughters and wives
In blood I take my payment in full with their lives

No one can escape me on Black Death I ride
When kissed by the sword of Vengeance
Your head lays there by your side
I take the lives of all that I once knew
The torn flesh of a slow death waits for you

Burning, death, destruction raping the daughters and wives
In blood I take my payment in full with their lives

I spare not land or servants my wake is slow dead there
I take their wives and daughters
They stand there watching, watching
Hoping to get my life but when I'm through they know they must pay

 

[Berny]

one of my favorites that i wrote... tell me if you like it, and ill post another

Those are my favorite metallica songs lhorkan





Run Berny

He sits in his room alone
With a stranger on the phone
Screaming questions he once answered
He's the one everyone passed on the street
The one no one cared to meet
Look at what we've taught them
Is it our fault we were taught not to care
It's not cause were to scared
No ones ever cared
He runs he runs until he breaks
He runs until he hates to run
Look at what we've taught him
So he runs he runs until he breaks
He runs until he hates to run
It's the freedom that we've brought him
So he sits and he screams just like hell
No ones ever cared for him well
He's got no one there to tell
He holds the gun its shaking to his head
His face stained with tears he bled
Will this ever end
He pulls the trigger now he is gone
Where did we go wrong
This song is left unwriten
Well he ran
He ran until he broke
He ran until he choked to run
It was the freedom that we brought him
Someone stop this hate someone stop this pain
We made our own disease and is killing us away
Someone stop this now
It's gone way top far
We made our own disease and is killing us away
So I run
I run until I break
I run until I hate to run
Will you look at wht they taught me
So I run I run until Break
I run until I choke to run
It’s the freedom that they brought me

 

[Temujin]

that's actually verry good.

when did you write this?

 

[Berny]

hmmm last summer

 

[Berny]

heres another one- this ones still a poem since i havent gotten a guitar part completly down yet...almost tho

I saw him walk outside
He smiled to his bride
She was the only thing on his mind
They stood at the altar
Placed the ring on her finger
he smiled and he kissed her
They jumped into the car
A brand new life he start
he leaned over
to say wht he always said
Please be there for me
hold me close dont leave
dont leave me all alone
and please dont ever go
let us dream the same dream
and we'll be togther an eternity
He heard he scream so loud
and all the braking sounds
then the car rolled down
he jumped from the car and ran
to his lover end
he wiped the blood
from her face and hand
he held her in his arms
he stared into her eyes
he screamed so loud and he cried
Please be there for me
Hold me close dont leave
dont leave me all alone
and please dont ever go
let us dream the same dreams
and we'll be together an eternity
He still cries every night
Oh baby whyd u go
Im feeling so alone
But for now this ill pray
Please watch over me
I hold you close in my dreams
In my heart your always close
And ill never let you go
I still dream the same dream
And to someday we’ll be
Together an eternity

 

[Ilex]

That's pretty good. Somethings (I am not a professor of english grammar or anything just a foolis fin, so don't take these as 100% truth): Change wht to what (it appears twice, is there a meaning), noone can't be plural so noones and most importantly make different parts in the lyrics. Just few spaces here and there (in logical places of course) makes it more pleasant for the reader to do his/her thing. (and is there a different pronouncement for cuz and cause. Cuz just caught my eye [not that it was that important lyric-wise]).

 

[Berny]

oh well i jsut quickly typed what i wrote down...but ill edit it right now

 

[Ilex]

Oh, ok.

 

[Henderson]

heres one by me in 2 seconds.

OMFG-Henderson
OMFG I'M DYING!
OMFG I BROKE MY LEG
OMFG I F***ED MY BRAIN
OMFG I KILLED RANDO'S CAT
OMFG I STOLE PAVLOV'S GLITTER
OMFG CRY NOW YOU B*****D YOUR SAD.

Thank you, thank you

 

[Pharaoh Llandy]

These are more 'personal tragedy' songs than tragedy on a large scale songs. And some more introspective than tragic.

Richard Marx - Hazard

My mother came to hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with predjudiced eyes
That boy’s not right
Three years ago when I came to know mary
First time that someone looked beyond the rumors and the lies
And saw the man inside

We used to walk down by the river
She loved to watch the sun go down
We used to walk along the river
And dream our way out of this town

No one understood what I felt for mary
No one cared until the night she went out walking alone
And never came home
Man with a badge came knocking next morning
Here was I surrounded by a thousand fingers suddenly
Pointed right at me

I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old nebraska town

I think about my life gone by
And how it’s done me wrong
There’s no escape for me this time
All of my rescues are gone, long gone

I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old nebraska town

Tracy Chapman - Fast Car

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

Savage Garden - Two Beds and a Coffee Machine

And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming now it's time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through

And there are children to think of
Baby's asleep in the backseat
Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home

Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through

Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
But there's hope in the darkness
You know you're going to make it

Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it

Stereophonics - Billy Davey's Daughter

I never knew her name,
I only knew her fame,
She lived near my town,
Another goldfish to drown,
I just passed the bridge,
That parts us from them,
The bridge that she used, again and again, again

I remember when they found her,
Billy Davey's daughter,
The word gets around

Billy Davey's second daughter threw herself to dirty water,
Billy's left with nothing but a dream,
Billy Davey's second daughter threw herself to dirty water,
Billy's left with nothing but a dream,

He dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
He dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams

The word gets around

The Boomtown Rats - I don't like mondays

I Don't Like Mondays

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

 

[zacko]

nice song, henderson. oh, and i will have a happy hendy day, thank you.



OMFG!!!!!!111

 

[Worbah]

Here's a few good ones by Offspring:

Dirty Magic
In my own simple way
I think she wants me only
She said,“ Come over right away.”
But she‘s just not that way
Her little soul is stolen
See her put on her brand new face

Pull the shades
Razor blades
You‘re so tragic
I hate you so but love you more
I‘m so elastic
The things you say
Games you play
Dirty magic

I should know better than to think I‘d reach inside her
It‘s all a cloudy kind of daze
She‘s not so sweet today
She mocks me, I‘m no fighter
It all just seems like such a waste
It‘s oversimplified





Gone Away
Maybe in another life
I could find you there
Pulled away before your time
I can‘t deal it‘s so unfair

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven‘s so far away
And it feels
Yeah it feels like
The world has grown cold
Now that you‘ve gone away

Leaving flowers on your grave
Show that I still care
But black roses and Hail Mary‘s
Can‘t bring back what‘s taken from me
I reach to the sky
And call out your name
And if I could trade
I would

And it feels
And it feels like
Heaven‘s so far away
And it stings
Yeah it stings now
The world is so cold
Now that you‘ve gone away