One song I really identify with (in parts...but large parts) is Patty Griffin's Top of the World. I think it's just full of schizoid regret, and very strangely, it's a country song. I don't usually think there is a lot of schizoid-compatible country music out there, but this really resonated with me, especially the verses.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0xLkRiKq9UI wished I was smarter
Wished I was stronger
I wished I loved Jesus
The way the my wife does
I wished it'd been easier
Instead of any longer
I wished I could've stood
Where you would've been proud
That won't happen now
That won't happen nowThere's a whole lot of singing
That's never gonna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow
I think I broke the wings
Off that little songbird
And she's never gonna fly
To the top of the world Now
To the top of the world
I don't have to answer
Any of these questions
Don't have no God to
Teach me no lessons
I come home in the evening
Sit in my chair
One night they called me for supper
But I never got up
I stayed right there
In my chairThere's a whole lot of singing
That's never gonna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow
I think I broke the wings
Off a little songbird
And she's never gonna fly
To the top of the world
Now
To the top of the world
I wished I'd had known you
Wished I had shown you
All of the things I
Was on the inside
But I'd pretend to be sleeping
When you'd come in in the morning
To whisper goodbye
Go work in the rain
I don't know why
Don't know whyCause everyone's singing
We just wanna be heard
Disappearing every day
Without so much as a word
Somehow?
Gonna grab a hold
Of that little songbird
And take her for a ride
To the top of the world
Right now
To the top of the world