Hallo zusammen!
Für eine Hausarbeit im Rahmen meines Masterstudiums suche ich Interpreten, die in ihren Texten psychische Erkrankungen beliebiger Art beschreiben/darstellen.
Am besten von 1995-2015, um einen gewissen Rahmen zu haben.
Wäre cool, wenn ihr was beisteuern könntet!
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Psychische Erkrankungen dargestellt und beschrieben in Musiktexten der letzten zwei Jahrzehnte mit Fokus auf deutsche und englische Interpreten in den Musikgenres Rock, Alternative und Hip Hop
Sonic Youth – Schizophrenia
I went away to see an old friend of mine
His sister came over she was out of her mind
She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin
She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in
Her light eyes were dancing she is insane
Her brother says she's just a bitch with a golden chain
She keeps coming closer saying "I can feel it in my bones
Schizophrenia is taking me home"
My future is static
It's already had it
I could tuck you in
And we can talk about it
I had a dream
And it split the scene
But I got a hunch
It's coming back to me
I went away to see an old friend of mine
His sister came over she was out of her mind
She said Jesus had a twin who knew nothing about sin
She was laughing like crazy at the trouble I'm in
Her light eyes were dancing she is insane
Her brother says she's just a bitch with a golden chain
She keeps coming closer saying "I can feel it in my bones
Schizophrenia is taking me home"
My future is static
It's already had it
I could tuck you in
And we can talk about it
I had a dream
And it split the scene
But I got a hunch
It's coming back to me
Captain planets "aus alt mach neu" passt hier hervorragend. Thema für mich: älter werden mit beginnender demenz.
Würde ich zwar nicht als Krankheit bezeichnen, aber bei Against Me! geht's in einem Song vom aktuellen Album explizit um Geschlechtsidentitätsstörung. Vielleicht kannst du das ja auch gebrauchen:
Against Me! - Transgender Dysphoria Blues
Your tells are so obvious
Shoulders too broad for a girl
Keeps you reminded
Helps you to remember where
You come from
You want them to notice
The ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you
Like they see every other girl
They just see a faggot
They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Rough surf on the coast
I wish I could have spent the whole day alone
With you
You've got no cunt in your strut
You've got no hips to shake
And you know it's obvious
But we can't choose how we're made
Against Me! - Transgender Dysphoria Blues
Your tells are so obvious
Shoulders too broad for a girl
Keeps you reminded
Helps you to remember where
You come from
You want them to notice
The ragged ends of your summer dress
You want them to see you
Like they see every other girl
They just see a faggot
They hold their breath not to catch the sick
Rough surf on the coast
I wish I could have spent the whole day alone
With you
You've got no cunt in your strut
You've got no hips to shake
And you know it's obvious
But we can't choose how we're made
So ziemlich jeder Text von Slayer 
Ansonsten:
Dresden Dolls - Bad Habit
Nine Inch Nails - Hurt
Silverchair - Ana's Song
Tic Tac Toe - Warum?
Ansonsten:
Dresden Dolls - Bad Habit
Nine Inch Nails - Hurt
Silverchair - Ana's Song
Tic Tac Toe - Warum?
Was studiert man denn, wenn man ein solches Thema hat? Psychologische Musikwissenschaften?
Jupiter Jones - Das zu wissen (Angststörung)
Silverchair - Ana's Song (Essstörung)
Silverchair - Ana's Song (Essstörung)
Zuletzt geändert von Skallagrimur
Wenn du mir verrätst, was du studierst, habe ich dir einmal abusive relationship (wie auch immer man das im Deutschen nennt) und Stalkertum (aus der Ich-Perspektive). Sind aber beide von 1994.
Ich war damals total perplex, als ich mich mit dem Text näher beschäftigte - schließlich ist Me and Mia von Ted Leo and the Phamacists ein verdammter Ohrwurm!
Es geht aber um Essstörungen - Me and Bulimia...
As I was walking through a life one morning
The sun was out, the air was warm
But oh, oh, oh, I was cold
And though, I must have looked half a person
To tell the tale in my own version
It was o-o-only then that I felt whole
But do you believe
In something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To get a little self-control
I know how hard you try
I see it in your eyes
But call your friends
'Cause we've forgotten
What it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive
Might help you to survive
We went on, as we were on a mission
Latest in a grand tradition
And oh, oh, oh, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner
And me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Oh, oh, oh, we'd been unkind
But do you believe
In something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To get a little self-control
I see it in your eyes
I see it in your spine
But call your friends
'Cause we've forgotten
What it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive
Might help you to survive
And even the nights, they could get better
And even the days ain't all that bad
And after a week of fighting
As more and more, it seems the right thing
Do you believe
In something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here
Just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad
But me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try
Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence
Fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive
More dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin'
And sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive
And all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels
Telling you, you've got to change
Don't have any idea
They'll never see so clear
But don't forget, what it really, really
Means to hunger strike
When you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause
But, that don't make it yours
And even the nights, they could get better
Es geht aber um Essstörungen - Me and Bulimia...
As I was walking through a life one morning
The sun was out, the air was warm
But oh, oh, oh, I was cold
And though, I must have looked half a person
To tell the tale in my own version
It was o-o-only then that I felt whole
But do you believe
In something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To get a little self-control
I know how hard you try
I see it in your eyes
But call your friends
'Cause we've forgotten
What it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive
Might help you to survive
We went on, as we were on a mission
Latest in a grand tradition
And oh, oh, oh, what did we find?
It was Ego who was flying the banner
And me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Oh, oh, oh, we'd been unkind
But do you believe
In something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To get a little self-control
I see it in your eyes
I see it in your spine
But call your friends
'Cause we've forgotten
What it's like to eat what's rotten
And what's eating you alive
Might help you to survive
And even the nights, they could get better
And even the days ain't all that bad
And after a week of fighting
As more and more, it seems the right thing
Do you believe
In something beautiful?
Then get up and be it
Fighting for the smallest goal
To gain a little self-control
Won't anybody here
Just let you disappear?
Not doctors, nor your mom and dad
But me and Mia, Ann and Ana
Know how hard you try
Don't you see it in my eyes?
Sick to death of my dependence
Fighting food to find transcendence
Fighting to survive
More dead but more alive
Cigarettes and speed for livin'
And sleeping pills to feel forgiven
All that you contrive
And all that you're deprived
All the bourgeois social angels
Telling you, you've got to change
Don't have any idea
They'll never see so clear
But don't forget, what it really, really
Means to hunger strike
When you don't really need to
Some are dying for a cause
But, that don't make it yours
And even the nights, they could get better
Nirvana -- Lithium
KRAFTKLUB -- Melancholie
KRAFTKLUB -- Melancholie
Zuletzt geändert von pixiesa
KING CRIMSON - 21St Century Schizoid Man
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Cat's foot iron claw
Neuro-surgeons scream for more
At paranoia's poison door.
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Blood rack barbed wire
Politicians' funeral pyre
Innocents raped with napalm fire
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Death seed blind man's greed
Poets' starving children bleed
Nothing he's got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man.
Dann fällt mir noch Wesley Willis ein. Der Mann hatte paranoide Schizophrenie und dementsprechend wirres Zeuch plappert der da in seinen Songs. Immer wieder erzählt er was von Dämonen usw. Musikalisch jetzt nicht soooo, aber muss man mal gehört haben.
Pink Floyd -- Shine On You Crazy Diamond
ANATHEMA -- A Fine Day To Exit
ANATHEMA -- A Fine Day To Exit
Wohl wahrscheinlich alles von Daniel Johnston.
Pixie, ab 1995 ist gefragt 
Nicht 1895.
Nicht 1895. Björk - Play dead
Pixie, ab 1995 ist gefragt
ups meine depressiven tränengetränkten Äuglein haben das einfach überlesen
Unbrokens "Life. Love. Regret."-Album. Speziell diese zwei Nummern:
Recluse
Razor
Ups, Album ist aber von 1994.
Recluse
No hands to touch not a soul to feel hiding myself hiding
emotion all sympathy has been forgotten all affection denied
i perceive nothing i perceive no one darkness is peace silence brings
No hands to touch not a soul to feel hiding myself hiding
emotion all sympathy has been forgotten all affection denied
i perceive nothing i perceive no one darkness is peace silence brings
me peace my heart is closed no one has the key
looking through tears i see your tranquility i see your joy out of reach
slipping away don't past my tears question them comfort me
pull me through the shadows of depression and fear
pull me through the shadows of depression and to the light that
has denied pull me out of this
nothing but fear itself i fear more i fear loneliness
Razor
Brought down before you and i'm feeling the feeling
of not wanting to be like you i refused to be trapped
it molds us like a clone never thinking for ourselves
Brought down before you and i'm feeling the feeling
of not wanting to be like you i refused to be trapped
it molds us like a clone never thinking for ourselves
it's time to break this sterile tradition time to crack
take a crack to let us breath
before i consume your filth consume your product
consume this genocide consume your media
give me a razor and with this
I give my wrists a kiss of steel
Ups, Album ist aber von 1994.
Flood Of Red - Losing All Balance In Fells Point
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYXNfsBvNds
Prinz Pi - Schwarze Wolke
Donots - Junger Mann zum Mitleiden gesucht
Beschreibt nicht direkt eine psychische Erkrankung, spöttelt aber über stilisierte Depression.
Casper - Kontrolle/Schlaf
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdWtyEfiyAk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYXNfsBvNds
Prinz Pi - Schwarze Wolke
Donots - Junger Mann zum Mitleiden gesucht
Beschreibt nicht direkt eine psychische Erkrankung, spöttelt aber über stilisierte Depression.
Casper - Kontrolle/Schlaf
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QdWtyEfiyAk