Can someone give 10 songs that relate to the book The Bell Jar & give a lil explanation. (any genre)?

Answer 1

"Mad World" for obvious reasons. I'm assuming this is for a class...try to be sneaky and use Sylvia Plath's own villanelle "Mad Girl's Love Song"

Mad World, by Gary Jules--

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Answer 2

Showbread has a song called "THE BELL JAR"
They are a Christian Screamo band, and my favorite band!
Here are the lyrics:

To be common place would be unique,
but we're so obscure we're incoherent,
like toungeless vigilantes choking
just to make you choke. Rattling, rattling.
No nails to hold ideas in place,
no expression on your face.

Music and her patrons are dead and
irrelevant, like osteoporosis, she is
brittle. She is broken.

Static comes through synthesizers, megaphones
and drum machines.
Beauty sounds like smashed guitars, and several
references to feedback. Rattling, rattling.
No surgery to save your life.
No promise that everything's all right.

Music and her patrons are dead and
irrelevant, like osteoporosis, she is
brittle. She is broken.

Languages must be organic,
because like flies they fall and die.
Music now sleeps.
Languages must be organic,
because like flies they fall and die.
Music now sleeps,
with Latin and Aramaic.
It's over, it's over.
No more waiting for something to live for.
It's over, it's over.
Everything is dying and we want something more.