Feeling undone, I reach for my phone. The scroll I need is through the tracks saved there in the music app.
Laying in the silence, waiting for the sirens
Signs, any signs, I’m alive still
I don’t wanna lose it
But I’m not getting through this
Hey, should I pray?
Should I pray, yeah, to myself, to a God?
To a saviour who can
Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words
Find hope in the hopeless, pull me out the train wreck
Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now
I’m not ready to die, not yet
Pull me out the train wreck1
I prop myself up on my elbows to scream-sing the bits that make the tears fall. Apparently, “unbreak the broken” and “unburn the ashes” are particularly poignant.
Rewind before I’m near the end, and give it everything I’ve got. The last of me, the point of turning myself inside out.
It’s the same as searching for Marley & Me when the gloom descends and that lump in my throat is burning and dry, when it needs something to loosen it and the torrent of tears.
But what is this? Why do I (and other folk) reach for the sad shit when life is sad enough?
There are a few supposed reasons what happens when we listen to sad music, and why we might seek it out hoping it might help lift that heavy blanket.
the release of prolactin, which is the body’s way of comforting and consoling, is offered as one reason. So, we trick our body into thinking we’re sad, just so it sends us a neural hug.
the release of oxytocin, which is the hormone the body floods with during and after childbirth, supposedly so you actually bond with the baby, despite that screeching cry.
social connection — a way of the body feeling some sort of greater connection and shared experience with other people.
nostalgia — though why the body wants to be reminded and in part relive a previous sad moment is beyond me.
other shit…
We all have trusted sad songs, sad movies, sad books that we return to, here are some of mine. Please note, I am a clinically depressed person who has inhabited the depths of despair for many years, so this is far from an exhaustive list…
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
'Cause he's hungry?
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lockdown
I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time,
but for me this is what I call life
If things around you crumble
No, you don't have to stumble and fall
Keep pushing on and don't you look back, oh woah
I know of storms and strive
Out of your album of life
Just think ahead and you'll be inspired
To reach higher and higher
You'll always do your best if you learn to never say never
You maybe down, but you're not out
That's when I felt lifted
You can't leave me here
Don't wanna love in fear
I gotta cage on my heart
Cause they use me up
And then they disappear
To many play with my heart
I hope a real one near
I got all these wasted years
Choose now choose wise or you lose me
I can't do it no way ima let you use me
Wishing you godspeed, glory
There will be mountains you won't move
Still, I'll always be there for you
How I do
I let go of my claim on you
It's a free world
You'll look down on where you came from sometimes
But you'll have this place to call home, always
Cause you are, you are the reason why I'm still
Hangin' on
'Cause you are, you are the reason why my head is still
'Bove water
And if I could I'd get you the moon and
Give it to you
And if death was coming for you
I'd give my life for you
Occasionally my thoughts are brave and friends are few
Occasionally I cry out: "Lord, what must I do"
Occasionally I call up: "Master, make me new"
You've got the love to see me through
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying "Lord, I just don't care"
But you've got the love I need to see me through
Movies for the glum days, when music alone isn’t enough.
The Road — from Cormac McCarthy’s incredible book
I Am Legend — I know, I know with Will Smith, it should be The Pursuit of Happyness or Seven Pounds, but do not make a dog die in a movie and expect me to be ok!!!
Marley & Me — see above! I take so long to recover every time I watch this.
The Green Mile — Michael Clarke Duncan tears me to shreds every time.
The Lovely Bones — from the book by Alice Sebold — no explanation needed.
Dallas Buyers Club — Matthew McConaughey’s portrayal was heartwrenching.
I don’t tend to re-read books that make me cry, for the main reason that when I need a good cry, I need it pretty immediately. I have re-read The Road a couple of times, and same reaction.
I’m in need of a movie today, so what are your suggestions? What are your go-tos when you can’t force the tears out on their own? I’ve already tried music today, and despite the tsunami of snot and tears, I am not unravelled enough *shrug*.
Hope I haven’t set you off on a downer, and maybe some of these don’t get you in the guts like me. In which case, may I suggest therapy?
Train Wreck by James Arthur
I did the UK licensing for this track in the 90s and it has played a huge part in getting me through some really fucking shit times since then.
What is it with us and trains+tragedy?! How funny that was the first lyric in the post... I love this post because I reckon I listen to sad songs about 95% of the time, even when I'm not sad. But definitely they have a cathartic effect too. Especially when belted out at the top of your lungs, as you say. Plus for all the other reasons you list.
The other day I was singing to myself, without realising, a bit of Billy Bragg (obvs): 'Like a pale moon in a sunny sky, death gazes down as I walk by', and R looked at me like 'can you just stop', but, as well as sad, it's also beautiful...
I'm sorry I don't have any film suggestions, but I am sending you the hugest hug and all of my love ❤️
Song lyrics stab me in the heart and release all the pent up shit, especially when accompanied by just the right melody - lots of minor keys will get me bawling like a baby.