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I was driving back home this evening, happy and smiling, looking forward to the weekend and a trip to Spain, when a certain song came on my iPod - Mike and the Mechanics, Living Years!
My dad passed away many years ago, but there still isn't really a day when I don't think about him, and I still miss him. However, my thoughts of him are always happy thoughts - he was a great dad, we had a great relationship, and he reached a ripe old age.
But there is something about this song, and when it gets to the lyrics...
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
...well, it hits me like a cattle prod every time, and I get an overwhelming feeling of loss and sadness.
Today was no exception, and I had to pull over for a few minutes, to regain my composure.
Isn't it funny how certain songs and lyrics can change your mood in an instance - or is it just me?
My dad passed away many years ago, but there still isn't really a day when I don't think about him, and I still miss him. However, my thoughts of him are always happy thoughts - he was a great dad, we had a great relationship, and he reached a ripe old age.
But there is something about this song, and when it gets to the lyrics...
I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say
I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years
...well, it hits me like a cattle prod every time, and I get an overwhelming feeling of loss and sadness.
Today was no exception, and I had to pull over for a few minutes, to regain my composure.
Isn't it funny how certain songs and lyrics can change your mood in an instance - or is it just me?
In reply to Goucho:
"He's got the kind of love that never shows", in The Throes by Two Gallants.
I don't even have context for that one and it still gets me every time. I once almost broke down in tears at it (but in fairness I was physically and mentally exhausted at the time, which does soften one's defences)
Also (similarly)
"I spoke to a man who says he's done it all and the only thing that pleases or excites him now, is hurting, hurting and hurting some more", from "Tender is the Night (The Long Fidelity)" by The Triffids. Again, no personal context.
"He's got the kind of love that never shows", in The Throes by Two Gallants.
I don't even have context for that one and it still gets me every time. I once almost broke down in tears at it (but in fairness I was physically and mentally exhausted at the time, which does soften one's defences)
Also (similarly)
"I spoke to a man who says he's done it all and the only thing that pleases or excites him now, is hurting, hurting and hurting some more", from "Tender is the Night (The Long Fidelity)" by The Triffids. Again, no personal context.
In reply to Goucho:
It's a beautiful thing to be moved by lyrics and to shed a tear for those we have loved,
It is like a confirmation that we have loved, felt love , and the more we feel the more they meant to us, obviously it is different for different people but I am almost happy to feel sad and shed a tear for things that have and still do matter to me.
This song gets me, especially sung by Emmylou Harris,
The voice and the lyrics strike a chord that has me finding a lump in my throat.
"She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him
Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be time when all the things she said will fill your head
You won't forget her
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears"
It's a beautiful thing to be moved by lyrics and to shed a tear for those we have loved,
It is like a confirmation that we have loved, felt love , and the more we feel the more they meant to us, obviously it is different for different people but I am almost happy to feel sad and shed a tear for things that have and still do matter to me.
This song gets me, especially sung by Emmylou Harris,
The voice and the lyrics strike a chord that has me finding a lump in my throat.
"She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone
She doesn't need him
Your day breaks, your mind aches
There will be time when all the things she said will fill your head
You won't forget her
And in her eyes you see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears"
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In reply to Goucho:
Starry starry night...
...This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
And:
I was once like you are now...
...For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
Starry starry night...
...This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.
And:
I was once like you are now...
...For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.
In reply to Goucho:
The night passed away so quickly
It always does when you're with me.
And also:
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer the destination the more you're slip sliding away.
And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again
And
Some say a heart, is just like a wheel
When you bend it, you can't mend it
But my love for you is like a sinking ship
And my heart is on that ship out in the ocean...
The night passed away so quickly
It always does when you're with me.
And also:
Slip sliding away, slip sliding away
You know the nearer the destination the more you're slip sliding away.
And I know a father who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons for the things he'd done
He came a long way just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and he headed home again
And
Some say a heart, is just like a wheel
When you bend it, you can't mend it
But my love for you is like a sinking ship
And my heart is on that ship out in the ocean...
In reply to Goucho:
When my Father in Law was on his death bed in hospital in Yeovil I drove up to London to pick up my Son so he could see his Grandfather one last time.I switched on the radio to break the uncomfortable silence and John Denver was singing Country Roads with the inevitable line "and driving down the road I get the feeling that I should have been home yesterday" .
When my Father in Law was on his death bed in hospital in Yeovil I drove up to London to pick up my Son so he could see his Grandfather one last time.I switched on the radio to break the uncomfortable silence and John Denver was singing Country Roads with the inevitable line "and driving down the road I get the feeling that I should have been home yesterday" .
In reply to Goucho:
This Side of the Looking-Glass
The stars in the heavens still shine
up above me:
how lovely they'd seem
if you were with me
but you're gone through the looking-glass
and I am left to pass these nights alone.
I'm lost, I'm dumb, I'm blind,
I am drunk with sadness,
sunk by madness,
the wave overwhelms me,
the mirror repels me,
the echo of your laugh
drifts through the looking-glass
and I am alone.
No friendship, no comfort, no future, no home,
the past lingers with me:
you're all the love I've ever known
and without you I'm nothing
but empty and silent,
reflecting on all that I've lost.
I let you slip away so soon.
Can you hear me? This is my song:
I am dying; you are gone.
These words are not enough to save my soul,
they just mock me from the mirror.
I'm cold and I'm yearning,
I've told you I'm burning,
my eyes can't stand the light...
like a stray dog in the night
I'll shuffle off alone.
We all make our futures
but I have lost mine;
I'm hoping for a miracle
but finding no sign....
The stars in their constellations,
each one just sadly flickers and falls...
without you they mean nothing at all.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv91WoqYcMs&feature=kp
From a break-up period, obvs.
This Side of the Looking-Glass
The stars in the heavens still shine
up above me:
how lovely they'd seem
if you were with me
but you're gone through the looking-glass
and I am left to pass these nights alone.
I'm lost, I'm dumb, I'm blind,
I am drunk with sadness,
sunk by madness,
the wave overwhelms me,
the mirror repels me,
the echo of your laugh
drifts through the looking-glass
and I am alone.
No friendship, no comfort, no future, no home,
the past lingers with me:
you're all the love I've ever known
and without you I'm nothing
but empty and silent,
reflecting on all that I've lost.
I let you slip away so soon.
Can you hear me? This is my song:
I am dying; you are gone.
These words are not enough to save my soul,
they just mock me from the mirror.
I'm cold and I'm yearning,
I've told you I'm burning,
my eyes can't stand the light...
like a stray dog in the night
I'll shuffle off alone.
We all make our futures
but I have lost mine;
I'm hoping for a miracle
but finding no sign....
The stars in their constellations,
each one just sadly flickers and falls...
without you they mean nothing at all.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fv91WoqYcMs&feature=kp
From a break-up period, obvs.
In reply to Goucho:
The Beatles:
Wednesday morning at five o'clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside, she is free
She...(we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrified most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home, after living alone, for so many years (bye bye)
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
"Daddy, our baby's gone.
"Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me?"
She...(we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home, after living alone, for so many years
Friday morning, at nine o'clock
She is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the Motortrade
She (what did we do that was wrong)
Is Having (we didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside, that was always denied, for so many years...
She's leaving home...bye, bye.
I have no idea why - it's not as if I have a bad experience along those lines - my parents are still very much together etc. But just reading them upsets me for some reason.
Neil
The Beatles:
Wednesday morning at five o'clock
As the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen
Clutching her handkerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside, she is free
She...(we gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (sacrified most of our lives)
Home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home, after living alone, for so many years (bye bye)
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
"Daddy, our baby's gone.
"Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly?
How could she do this to me?"
She...(we never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
Home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home, after living alone, for so many years
Friday morning, at nine o'clock
She is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the Motortrade
She (what did we do that was wrong)
Is Having (we didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside, that was always denied, for so many years...
She's leaving home...bye, bye.
I have no idea why - it's not as if I have a bad experience along those lines - my parents are still very much together etc. But just reading them upsets me for some reason.
Neil
In reply to Goucho:
Show of Hands - Come By. Cropped up on Shuffle the day my dad died.
So now he sits and stares into the distance
Then I watch him climb the stairs where
restless in his sleep
he stretches out his hand
And the dogs on his command
Strong eyed still work the land
With a farmer
Show of Hands - Come By. Cropped up on Shuffle the day my dad died.
So now he sits and stares into the distance
Then I watch him climb the stairs where
restless in his sleep
he stretches out his hand
And the dogs on his command
Strong eyed still work the land
With a farmer
In reply to Goucho:
the days of our lives by queen. the song just said it all about a man who knew he was dying. though I believe roger taylor actually wrote it.even now whenever I hear it I remember freddie
the days of our lives by queen. the song just said it all about a man who knew he was dying. though I believe roger taylor actually wrote it.even now whenever I hear it I remember freddie
In reply to Goucho:
Yeah that song is a tearjerker as they say.
Songs seem to do seem to effect me usually because of the memories they evoke.
Like at present we are singing beach boys god only knows in choir and my choir mistress keeps imploring us to put more feeling in it which I struggle with due to it being played at my uncles funeral.
These two are quite teary
youtube.com/watch?v=3jtOOs87K7M&
youtube.com/watch?v=bjOdc3z3KRI&
little know tracks, I first heard in buffy.
Yeah that song is a tearjerker as they say.
Songs seem to do seem to effect me usually because of the memories they evoke.
Like at present we are singing beach boys god only knows in choir and my choir mistress keeps imploring us to put more feeling in it which I struggle with due to it being played at my uncles funeral.
These two are quite teary
youtube.com/watch?v=3jtOOs87K7M&
youtube.com/watch?v=bjOdc3z3KRI&
little know tracks, I first heard in buffy.
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In reply to redsonja:
Doesn't that happen every time you hear any Queen song?
> whenever I hear it I remember freddie
Doesn't that happen every time you hear any Queen song?
In reply to Blue Straggler:
yes, you are right. it does. and whenever I see clips of their concerts. but The days of our lives gets me most
yes, you are right. it does. and whenever I see clips of their concerts. but The days of our lives gets me most
In reply to Goucho:
These songs always bring a tear to my eye ( in a very good and happy way)
When remembering my dad
Big River - by Jimmy Nail
My father was a working man
Made a living with his hands
Worked beside the River every day
(Dad spent all his working life in a Tyneside Shipyard)
Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
(Played at my dad's funeral -- he was one of the founder members of the local Walking Club - and he knew almost every inch of the Northumberland and Durham Moors)
And for my Mum
Fields of Gold - by Sting
Will you walk with me
When the west wind moves
Among the fields of Barley
-- the whole song paints a picture of how my parents met
Bury me in Willow - Asia
When I die do this thing for me
Though it is my final day
You know I will not joke
So bury me in Willow
Not in Oak
-- the song was released a year of so after my mum's funeral (she'd requested to have a willow casket instead of a conventional coffin)
These songs always bring a tear to my eye ( in a very good and happy way)
When remembering my dad
Big River - by Jimmy Nail
My father was a working man
Made a living with his hands
Worked beside the River every day
(Dad spent all his working life in a Tyneside Shipyard)
Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
(Played at my dad's funeral -- he was one of the founder members of the local Walking Club - and he knew almost every inch of the Northumberland and Durham Moors)
And for my Mum
Fields of Gold - by Sting
Will you walk with me
When the west wind moves
Among the fields of Barley
-- the whole song paints a picture of how my parents met
Bury me in Willow - Asia
When I die do this thing for me
Though it is my final day
You know I will not joke
So bury me in Willow
Not in Oak
-- the song was released a year of so after my mum's funeral (she'd requested to have a willow casket instead of a conventional coffin)
In reply to Goucho:
Ewan MacColl's "Joy Of Living". Will be played at my funeral:
Farewell you northern hills, you mountains all goodbye
Moorland and stony ridges, crags and peaks goodbye
Glyder Fach farewell, Cul Beag, Scafell, cloud-bearing Suilven
Sun warmed rock and the cold of Bleaklow's frozen sea
The snow and the wind and the rain of hills and mountains
Days in the sun and the tempered wind and the air like wine
And you drink and you drink till you're drunk
On the joy of living
Farewell to you my love, my time is almost done
Lie in my arms once more until the darkness comes
You filled all my days, held the night at bay, dearest companion
Years pass by and they're gone with the speed of birds in flight
Our life like the verse of a song heard in the mountains
Give me your hand then love and join your voice with mine
We'll sing of the hurt and the pain
And the joy of living
Farewell to you my chicks, soon you must fly alone
Flesh of my flesh, my future life, bone of my bone
May your wings be strong, may your days be long safe be your journey
Each of you bears inside of you the gift of love
May it bring you light and warmth and the pleasure of giving
Eagerly savour each new day and the taste of its mouth
Never lose sight of the thrill
And the joy of living
Take me to some high place of heather, rock and ling
Scatter my dust and ashes, feed me to the wind
So that I will be, part of all you see, the air you are breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk
The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding the gentle wind that blows through your hair
Reminding you how we shared
In the joy of living
Ewan MacColl's "Joy Of Living". Will be played at my funeral:
Farewell you northern hills, you mountains all goodbye
Moorland and stony ridges, crags and peaks goodbye
Glyder Fach farewell, Cul Beag, Scafell, cloud-bearing Suilven
Sun warmed rock and the cold of Bleaklow's frozen sea
The snow and the wind and the rain of hills and mountains
Days in the sun and the tempered wind and the air like wine
And you drink and you drink till you're drunk
On the joy of living
Farewell to you my love, my time is almost done
Lie in my arms once more until the darkness comes
You filled all my days, held the night at bay, dearest companion
Years pass by and they're gone with the speed of birds in flight
Our life like the verse of a song heard in the mountains
Give me your hand then love and join your voice with mine
We'll sing of the hurt and the pain
And the joy of living
Farewell to you my chicks, soon you must fly alone
Flesh of my flesh, my future life, bone of my bone
May your wings be strong, may your days be long safe be your journey
Each of you bears inside of you the gift of love
May it bring you light and warmth and the pleasure of giving
Eagerly savour each new day and the taste of its mouth
Never lose sight of the thrill
And the joy of living
Take me to some high place of heather, rock and ling
Scatter my dust and ashes, feed me to the wind
So that I will be, part of all you see, the air you are breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk
The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding the gentle wind that blows through your hair
Reminding you how we shared
In the joy of living
In reply to ow arm:
I was going to mention Hurt, there's an underlying self-destructiveness that always resonates. Always thought it would be choice as a show-stopper at my funeral, preferably followed by 'Always look on the bright side of life' by Monty P.
As for 'Y Darlun', I haven't heard that in years (I'm originally from the centre of Anglesey). I'm very much as atheist, but as someone else once said, the problem with Christians is that they do have some great tunes (funnily enough, I also prefer Cash's cover of Personal Jesus, and Mercy Seat for that matter)
> In welsh - Y Darlun / Dwy law yn erfyn
> In english - Hurt (J Cash version)
> In english - Hurt (J Cash version)
I was going to mention Hurt, there's an underlying self-destructiveness that always resonates. Always thought it would be choice as a show-stopper at my funeral, preferably followed by 'Always look on the bright side of life' by Monty P.
As for 'Y Darlun', I haven't heard that in years (I'm originally from the centre of Anglesey). I'm very much as atheist, but as someone else once said, the problem with Christians is that they do have some great tunes (funnily enough, I also prefer Cash's cover of Personal Jesus, and Mercy Seat for that matter)
In reply to Goucho:
When I saw the thread title I thought of Living Years too.
Also: Sorry - John Denver
Everybody Hurts - REM
....and the song where Eric Clapton sings about his little boy dying (Maybe there's a heaven?)
When I saw the thread title I thought of Living Years too.
Also: Sorry - John Denver
Everybody Hurts - REM
....and the song where Eric Clapton sings about his little boy dying (Maybe there's a heaven?)
In reply to Goucho:
Here is an English translation of Jacques Brel's La Moribund
http://poetry.rapgenius.com/Jacques-brel-le-moribond-english-translation-an...
It's the reflections of a man dying too early and the last verse, towards his wife is beautiful
Goodbye my wife I love you very much
Goodbye my wife I love you very much you know
I must take the train for the good God
I’m taking the train that leaves before yours
But we all must take the trains that we can
Goodbye my wife I’m going to die
It is hard to die in the springtime you know
But I’m leaving flowers and my eyes are shut, my wife
And because I realize that they were shut often
I know that you will take care of my soul
The other English translation is far better known, but loses all the depth
Here is an English translation of Jacques Brel's La Moribund
http://poetry.rapgenius.com/Jacques-brel-le-moribond-english-translation-an...
It's the reflections of a man dying too early and the last verse, towards his wife is beautiful
Goodbye my wife I love you very much
Goodbye my wife I love you very much you know
I must take the train for the good God
I’m taking the train that leaves before yours
But we all must take the trains that we can
Goodbye my wife I’m going to die
It is hard to die in the springtime you know
But I’m leaving flowers and my eyes are shut, my wife
And because I realize that they were shut often
I know that you will take care of my soul
The other English translation is far better known, but loses all the depth
In reply to Goucho:
Just heard a busker playing it and it always moves me
The Times They Are A-changin
even more so as it ages because it aches with the hopes of that generation.
Also
O Superman - Laurie Anderson
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.
'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justive is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.
Just heard a busker playing it and it always moves me
The Times They Are A-changin
even more so as it ages because it aches with the hopes of that generation.
Also
O Superman - Laurie Anderson
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a
message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you
coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,
but I know you.
And I've got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come
as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.
And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the
hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They're American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
completion of their appointed rounds.
'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justive is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,
Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.
In reply to Goucho: Heavens, that's a thing.
In tough relationship times, Peter Hammill's Too Many Of My Yesterdays and Time Heals expressed what I could not articulate. In joyous, going on holiday, mood the B52's Roam always gets me. Abide With Me, sung properly whether at a cup final or elsewhere (and I still can't watch the superb version in the 2012 Olympics opening ceremony without shedding a tear), gets me too as, in a similar vein of remembrance of one lost, does Caravan's Nine Feet Underground, particularly the Disassociation section. Peter Gabriel's cover of The Book Of Love gets me too; the lyrics (The Magnetic Fields did the original) were the only reading at our wedding ceremony. Finally Loudon Wainwright III and Shawn Colvin's cover of Richard Thompson's A Heart Needs A Home always brings a lump to my throat.
There are more, but these will do for now. All worth hearing if you aren't familiar with them.
T.
In tough relationship times, Peter Hammill's Too Many Of My Yesterdays and Time Heals expressed what I could not articulate. In joyous, going on holiday, mood the B52's Roam always gets me. Abide With Me, sung properly whether at a cup final or elsewhere (and I still can't watch the superb version in the 2012 Olympics opening ceremony without shedding a tear), gets me too as, in a similar vein of remembrance of one lost, does Caravan's Nine Feet Underground, particularly the Disassociation section. Peter Gabriel's cover of The Book Of Love gets me too; the lyrics (The Magnetic Fields did the original) were the only reading at our wedding ceremony. Finally Loudon Wainwright III and Shawn Colvin's cover of Richard Thompson's A Heart Needs A Home always brings a lump to my throat.
There are more, but these will do for now. All worth hearing if you aren't familiar with them.
T.
In reply to Neil Williams:
If only!
My baby has come home at 27, and announced that she needs 5 years living cheap to get a deposit for a mortgage.
I will be 60 before I get shot of her, and I still have a 22 year old. No tears from me when that happens Neil ( maybe joy)
If only!
My baby has come home at 27, and announced that she needs 5 years living cheap to get a deposit for a mortgage.
I will be 60 before I get shot of her, and I still have a 22 year old. No tears from me when that happens Neil ( maybe joy)
In reply to Goucho:
Sweet Old World.
I prefer Emmylou's version but since we're discussing lyrics Lucinda should get the credit.
Sweet Old World.
I prefer Emmylou's version but since we're discussing lyrics Lucinda should get the credit.
In reply to Goucho:
Sinead O'Connor singing she moves through the fair
youtube.com/watch?v=8DQnS18EeWM&
Or Tim Buckley's Sweet Surrender
youtube.com/watch?v=u-qNBxXjbI4&
Sinead O'Connor singing she moves through the fair
youtube.com/watch?v=8DQnS18EeWM&
Or Tim Buckley's Sweet Surrender
youtube.com/watch?v=u-qNBxXjbI4&
In reply to Goucho:
If great pop lyrics deliver high poetry under a veil of chirpy banality then the most perfect pop poems ever written stem from the pens of Morrisey and Carole King. And my favourite three verses are:
And if a double-decker bus
crashes in to us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
Take me home tonight
take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
and in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
but then a strange fear gripped me
and I just couldn't ask
Take me home tonight
oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
driving in your car
I never never want to go home
because I haven't got one
no, I haven't got one
If great pop lyrics deliver high poetry under a veil of chirpy banality then the most perfect pop poems ever written stem from the pens of Morrisey and Carole King. And my favourite three verses are:
And if a double-decker bus
crashes in to us
to die by your side
is such a heavenly way to die
and if a ten ton truck
kills the both of us
to die by your side
well the pleasure, the privilege is mine
Take me home tonight
take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
and in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
but then a strange fear gripped me
and I just couldn't ask
Take me home tonight
oh take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
driving in your car
I never never want to go home
because I haven't got one
no, I haven't got one
In reply to Goucho:
Kate Bush. This Woman's Work. Turn it off after a couple of lines or I'll be bawling my eyes out by the end. Takes me too far back.
D
Kate Bush. This Woman's Work. Turn it off after a couple of lines or I'll be bawling my eyes out by the end. Takes me too far back.
D
In reply to Goucho:
I challenge you all in the tearJerker songs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGyQmH9NZcw&feature=youtube_gdata_player
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8NDPv8xqw8&feature=youtube_gdata_player
If Those dont make you well up even a Little bit, you should check your pulse
I challenge you all in the tearJerker songs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGyQmH9NZcw&feature=youtube_gdata_player
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8NDPv8xqw8&feature=youtube_gdata_player
If Those dont make you well up even a Little bit, you should check your pulse
Post edited at 10:50
In reply to Goucho:
'Past Lovers' by Ballboy usually brings a lump to my throat:
youtube.com/watch?v=2kKUgOnnOMw&
'Past Lovers' by Ballboy usually brings a lump to my throat:
youtube.com/watch?v=2kKUgOnnOMw&
In reply to Goucho:
Sunday Morning Coming Down - Kris Kristofferson.
Gillian Welch - I Dream a Highway:
I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now, I'm gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you
That verse gets me every time.
Sunday Morning Coming Down - Kris Kristofferson.
Gillian Welch - I Dream a Highway:
I'm an indisguisable shade of twilight
Any second now, I'm gonna turn myself on
In the blue display of the cool cathode ray
I dream a highway back to you
That verse gets me every time.
In reply to Choss:
mmm Rabbit stew for tea..
Surely you cant use that word these days (P**f)its derogatory
mmm Rabbit stew for tea..
Surely you cant use that word these days (P**f)its derogatory
In reply to mgco3:
So you cried a Little and try and cover it up. We wont hold that against you, we are all human. just hug your duvet a little tighter Tonight.
Puff? Weed it Means now in slang at the outside. though thats not what Peter Paul and Mary had in mind.
Im Assuming youre dyslexic and Thought it said poof? Thats ok, but careful now you Know what the song is actually about you might cry
> mmm Rabbit stew for tea..
So you cried a Little and try and cover it up. We wont hold that against you, we are all human. just hug your duvet a little tighter Tonight.
> Surely you cant use that word these days (P**f)its derogatory
Puff? Weed it Means now in slang at the outside. though thats not what Peter Paul and Mary had in mind.
Im Assuming youre dyslexic and Thought it said poof? Thats ok, but careful now you Know what the song is actually about you might cry
In reply to Goucho:
I don't want to see a ghost
It's a sight that I fear most
I'd rather have a piece of toast
And watch the evening news
Life, by Des'ree. Gets me every time.
I don't want to see a ghost
It's a sight that I fear most
I'd rather have a piece of toast
And watch the evening news
Life, by Des'ree. Gets me every time.
In reply to Choss:
Bright eyes
cooking in the fire
bright eyes
stewing with carrots and kale
how can a bunny taste so yummy
nice with a flagon of ale
bright eyes
its not my eyes wattering it my mouth!!!
Bright eyes
cooking in the fire
bright eyes
stewing with carrots and kale
how can a bunny taste so yummy
nice with a flagon of ale
bright eyes
its not my eyes wattering it my mouth!!!
In reply to mgco3:
So you say big man...
Dont worry we wont tell anyone you were crying like a little girl with a skimmed Knee
So you say big man...
Dont worry we wont tell anyone you were crying like a little girl with a skimmed Knee
Post edited at 18:51
In reply to Choss:
"Her Song". A song by Carter USM.
Not sure if it's about a real event, but always sends a bit of s shiver up my spine.
Put your hands on your head,
"Get out the van" simple Simon says
"Get out the van and stretch your legs" simple Simon says, he says
you are weak and I am strong
And it won't take long.
That was how the story went.
They found her face down in the Trent
Battered, broken, bruised and bent,
I guess god gave her up for lent.
She was weak and he was strong,
It didn't take that long
It didn't take that long
This is her song.
"Her Song". A song by Carter USM.
Not sure if it's about a real event, but always sends a bit of s shiver up my spine.
Put your hands on your head,
"Get out the van" simple Simon says
"Get out the van and stretch your legs" simple Simon says, he says
you are weak and I am strong
And it won't take long.
That was how the story went.
They found her face down in the Trent
Battered, broken, bruised and bent,
I guess god gave her up for lent.
She was weak and he was strong,
It didn't take that long
It didn't take that long
This is her song.
In reply to Goucho:
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
In reply to Goucho:
Park the car at the side of the road
you should know
time's tide will smother you
and I will too
when you laugh about people
who feel so very lonely
their only desire is to die
well I'm afraid
it doesn't make me smile
I wish I could laugh
but that joke isn't funny anymore
it's too close to home
and it's too near the bone
it's too close to home
and it's too near the bone
more than you'll ever know
It was dark as I drove the point home
and on cold leather seats
well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my face after all
I've seen this happen in other people's lives
and now it's happening in mine
Park the car at the side of the road
you should know
time's tide will smother you
and I will too
when you laugh about people
who feel so very lonely
their only desire is to die
well I'm afraid
it doesn't make me smile
I wish I could laugh
but that joke isn't funny anymore
it's too close to home
and it's too near the bone
it's too close to home
and it's too near the bone
more than you'll ever know
It was dark as I drove the point home
and on cold leather seats
well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my face after all
I've seen this happen in other people's lives
and now it's happening in mine
In reply to Goucho:
Taylor swift's "love story"
Kinda builds up to;
My faith in you was failing, when I met you on the outskirts of town
I said Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone, I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head I dunno what you're thinking
Knealt to the ground, pulled out a ring and said "marry me Juliet you never have to be alone"
That last line very nearly chokes me every time and I've cried a total of 1 tear since leaving school (I'm 31 now) that was for the girl (my fiancée at the time) who this song reminds me of.
Strange though it sounds, I think it does us good to dwell on certain things occasionally.
Taylor swift's "love story"
Kinda builds up to;
My faith in you was failing, when I met you on the outskirts of town
I said Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone, I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head I dunno what you're thinking
Knealt to the ground, pulled out a ring and said "marry me Juliet you never have to be alone"
That last line very nearly chokes me every time and I've cried a total of 1 tear since leaving school (I'm 31 now) that was for the girl (my fiancée at the time) who this song reminds me of.
Strange though it sounds, I think it does us good to dwell on certain things occasionally.
In reply to Goucho:
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
In reply to Goucho:
Every single time I hear this one:
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers
Leave the light on at the top of the stairs
Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky
A tree taps on the window pane
That feeling smothers me again
Daddy is it true that we all have to die
At the top of the stairs
Is darkness
I closed my eyes and when I looked
Your name was in the memorial book
and what had become of all the things we planned
I accepted the commiserations
Of all your friends and your relations
But there's some things I still don't understand
You were so tall
How could you fall?
Some photographs of a summer's day
A little boy's lifetime away
Is all I've left of everything we've done
Like a pale moon in a sunny sky
Death gazes down as I pass by
To remind me that I'm but my father's son
I offer up to you
This tribute
I offer up to you
This tank park salute
Every single time I hear this one:
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers
Leave the light on at the top of the stairs
Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky
A tree taps on the window pane
That feeling smothers me again
Daddy is it true that we all have to die
At the top of the stairs
Is darkness
I closed my eyes and when I looked
Your name was in the memorial book
and what had become of all the things we planned
I accepted the commiserations
Of all your friends and your relations
But there's some things I still don't understand
You were so tall
How could you fall?
Some photographs of a summer's day
A little boy's lifetime away
Is all I've left of everything we've done
Like a pale moon in a sunny sky
Death gazes down as I pass by
To remind me that I'm but my father's son
I offer up to you
This tribute
I offer up to you
This tank park salute
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