Beau, I haven't read every post, so if I'm repeating something, do pardon me.

There are two songs that couldn't be beat when I went through the same thing: for just plain ol' cryin' try
I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry by the One And Only Hank Williams. For sheer rage, I used to sing Rocksalt and Nails by Utah Phillips. The unabashed anger and rage in that song really stands out in the verse that says:
If the ladies were blackbirds
If the ladies were thrushes,
I'd lie there for hours
In the chilly, cold marshes.
If the ladies were squirrels
With high bushy tails,
I'd fill up my shotgun
With ROCKSALT AND NAILS.

It is an awful sentiment, I know; but there were days when if it hadn't been for my upbringing and some deeply held philosophical and spiritual values, well....
Jim