Its's November, the dark enter to the winter months. Time to dredge the most miserable words of your favorite sullen band and trot t hem out so we can all have a good cry.
Here is mine:
"And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps"
According to Thom Yorke, the line "On lollipops and crisps" is from an article he read: "I read an article about a child who was between 5-8 yrs old who was left on his/her own for a week in a house when his parents left on hoilday and he lived on lollipops on crisps. True"
That one breaks my heart everytime I hear it...
On other news, in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, the guitarist and the drummer in the band at the dance scene look suspicously familar...hmmm...
Okie, that lyric is just wonderfully depressing. I have no idea why, but when I hear lyrics that are especially rough/depressing/icky, I looooove them. I love the song, even if the song itself sucks. I'm guessing it's my one and probably only gothy manifestation.
The song this bit of lyrics comes from is called 'Lights of Cheyenne.' It's got sort of a alt country sort of feel to it, and was written by James McMurtry. He'd written it for a female to do, and it's obviously a song for a girl to sing, but he couldn't find a female willing to do it, so he performs it himself. I dunno, something about a guy doing this song in a gravely sort of voice makes it even more 'real.' (Gosh, I sound all emo...)
And you've kept all that
meanness inside you so long
You'd fight with a fence post
if it looked at your wrong
Well the post won't hit back,
and it won't call the law
I look at your right,
or I don't look at all
Now take a crumpled up
soft pack and give it a shake
Out by the dumpster on a cigarette break
With one eye swelled up from
the back of your hand
And the other eye fixed
on the lights of Cheyenne
(I really need to learn to write my name at the top.... Damn it... The James McMurtry post was mine.)
Here's another song that's just freaky depressingly good. I'm going to paste the entire set of lyrics because it's a rather short song, and particuarly beautifully depressing. It's 'We Both Go Down Together' by the Decemberists. They do the song in a really beautiful love songy ballad sort of way, and if you don't really pay attention to the lyrics, you can listen to it and think, "Oh my goodness! That's like the most romantic song EVER, when really, yeah... it's about a rich guy who sort of 'takes' this labor camp worker girl, and then talks her into commiting suicide with him...
Here on these cliffs of Dover
so high you can't see over
and while your head is spinning
hold tight it's just beginning
you come from parents' wanton
a childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty
untouched by work or duty
and oh, my love, my love.
and oh, my love, my love.
We both go down together.
I found you, a tattooed tramp
A dirty daughter from the labor camps
I laid you down in the grass of the clearing
You wept, but your soul was willing
and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
We both go down together.
And my parents will never consent to this love
But I hold your hand
Meet me on my vast veranda
My sweet untouched Miranda
and while the seagulls are crying
we fall but our souls are flying
and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
and oh, my love. my love.
We both go down together.
There's a new Brad Paisley and Dolly Parton song out called "When I get to where I'm goin." I cried the whole way home yesterday listening to it cause a girl I went to college with died 2 weeks ago from a seizure. She had only been married 2 years and was cousins with one of my best friends from college. They had gone to school from K-college together.
Here's the song lyrics:
When I get where I'm going
On the far side of the sky
The first thing that I'm gonna do
Is spread my wings and fly
I'm gonna land beside a lion
And run my fingers through his mane
Or I might find out what it's like
To ride a drop of rain
(Chorus:)
Yeah when I get where I'm going
There'll be only happy tears
I will shed the sins and struggles
I have carried all these years
And I'll leave my heart wide open
I will love and have no fear
Yeah when I get where I'm going
Don't cry for me down here
I'm gonna walk with my grand daddy
And he'll match me step for step
And I'll tell him how I missed him
Every minute since he left
Then I'll hug his neck
(Chorus)
So much pain and so much darkness
In this world we stumble through
All these questions I can't answer
So much work to do
But when I get where I'm going
And I see my maker's face
I'll stand forever in the light
Of his amazing grace
Yeah when I get where I'm going
There'll be only happy tears
Hallelujah
I will love and have no fear
When I get where I'm going
Yeah when I get where I'm going
Turn down the lights, turn down the bed, turn down these voices inside my head. Lay down with me, and tell me no lies.Just hold me close and don't patronize me, don't patronize. 'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't. You can't make your heart feel something it won't. Here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power. But you won't, no, you won't. 'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't. I'll close my eyes, then I won't see the love you don't feel when you're holding me. Morning will come and I'll do what's right.Just give me 'til then to give up this fight, and I will give up this fight. 'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't. You can't make your heart feel something it won't. Here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart and I'll feel the power. But you won't, no, you won't. 'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't.
And this one from Evanescence:
I'm so tired of being here suppressed by all my childish fears. And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave Because your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I've held your hand through all of these years But you still have, all of me
I hear ya. It's hard to perform it without choking up, yet valiantly lifting my chin up and singing through my quiet tears. Like Michael Jackson singing "She's Out of My Life"
This message has been edited by McScrubs on Nov 22, 2005 10:33 AM
Beer doesn't move me at all, I could live without it. Let the yelling begin, I'll get my ear muffs.
Saddest lyrics ever are Frisco howling along with a siren. It seems to make a bad sound of an ambulance or fire truck that much worse. I picture all sorts of horrors when he does that and he does it every single time he hears a siren.
See the child
With the golden hair
Yet eyes that snow the emptiness inside
Do we know
Can we understand just how he feels
Or have we really tried
See him now
As he stands alone
And watches children play a children's game
Simple child
He looks almost like the others
Yet they know he's not the same
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
See him stare
Not recognizing the kind face
That only yesterday he loved
The loving face
Of a mother who can't understand what she's been guilty of
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Only he knows how to face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for your pity or your sympathy
But surely you should care
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Dude - I apologize. A quick google tell me I'm wrong. I've so identified that song with Eamonn, I really thought he wrote it. You're right - it was Phil Coulter and Bill Martin.
Okie, these lyrics aren't EXACTLY depressing. Like, I think they're humorously depressing... I also think these are some of the most well written lyrics I've ever come across. This is 'No Children' by The Mountain Goats:
I hope that our few remaining friends
Give up on trying to save us
I hope we come up with a failsafe plot
To piss off the dumb few that forgave us
I hope the fences we mended
Fall down beneath their own weight
And I hope we hang on past the last exit
I hope it's already too late
And I hope the junkyard a few blocks from here
Someday burns down
And I hope the rising black smoke carries me far away
And I never come back to this town
Again..... in my life
I hope I lie
And tell everyone you were a good wife
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
I hope I cut myself shaving tomorrow
I hope it bleeds all day long
Our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises
We're pretty sure they're all wrong
I hope it stays dark forever
I hope the worst isn't over
And I hope you blink before I do
Yeah I hope I never get sober
And I hope when you think of me years down the line
You can't find one good thing to say
And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
You'd stay the hell out of my way
I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die
This message has been edited by flutterjen on Nov 22, 2005 11:36 AM
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!!
This will sound stupid, but Lullaby by Billy Joel...then entire damned thing can still make me cry. First time I'd heard it was when I was 7 and my mom was pretty ill. Like the genius I was I associated it with death...not sleep lol. What a silly kid. It's funny what associations we make.
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Where ever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away
"If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate."
This is about the only song I cry when it comes on.(and yes, it's a country song) Most "sad " songs I think are kinda sappy.
THAT'S MY JOB
Recorded by Conway Twitty
Writer: Hap Hall?
I woke up cryin' late at night - when I was very young
I had dreamed my father - had passed away and gone
My world revolved around him - I couldn't lie there anymore
So I made my way down the mirrowed hall and tapped upon his door.
And I said, "Daddy, I'm so afraid!
How would I go on, with you gone that way?
Don't wanna cry anymore
So may I stay with you?"
And he said,
"That's my job, that's what I do
Everything I do is because of you
To keep you safe with me ...
That's my job, you see."
Later we barely got along - this teenage boy and he
Most of the fights it seems - were over different dreams
We each held for me ...
He wanted knowledge and learning - I wanted to fly out west
"Said I could make it out there - if I just had the fare
I got half, will you loan me the rest?"
And I said, "Daddy, I'm so afraid
Theres no guarentee in the plans I've made
And if I should fail, who will pay my way back home?"
And he said,
"That's my job, that's what I do
Ev'rything I do is because of you
To keep you safe with me ...
That's my job, you see."
Every person carves his spot - and fills the hole with life
And I pray someday I might - light as bright as he.
Woke up early one bright fall day - read the tragic news
After all my travels, I settled down - within a mile or two
I make my livin' with words and rhymes - and all the tragedies
Should go into my head and out instead - as bits of poetry.
But I say, "Daddy I'm so afraid
How will I go on - with you gone this way
How can I come up - with a song to say, "I love you."
"That's my job, that's what I do
Ev'rything I do is because of you
To keep you safe with me ...
That's my job, you see."
"Ev'rything I do is because of you
To keep you safe with me."
Goodnight, my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promised I would never leave you
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are
I never will be far away
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to sleep
And still so many things I want to say
Remember all the songs you sang for me
When we went sailing on an emerald bay
And like a boat out on the ocean
I'm rocking you to sleep
The water's dark and deep
Inside this ancient heart
You'll always be a part of me
Goodnight, my angel
Now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Someday your child may cry
And if you sing this lullabye
Then in your heart
There will always be a part of me
Someday we'll all be gone
But lullabyes go on and on...
They never die
That's how you
And I will be
Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
And there's a far away look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer
Then the stockman rides up with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer
Then the swaggie comes in smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told, he says what's this I hear
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer
Now there's a dog on the v'randa, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer
And old Billy the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Why he's gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer
Oh it's hard to believe that there's customers still
But the money's still tinkling in the old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy and I know they're sincere
When they say they don't care if the pub's got no beer
sorry to hear of you loosing your friend. that's so hard. we can only be thankful for the short time we had with our friends and loved ones and know we'll see them again someday. hugs
Evanescence's "My Immortal" was on the radio all the time just after I'd had to let go of my first baby. He was a tan Pomeranian X called Tiny. I cried for 6 months. I can't not cry every time I hear that song.
The following lyrics/songs can all bring me to tears for one reason or another.
1 ~ The Day You Went Away by Wendy Matthews
hey there's not a cloud in the sky
it's as blue as your goodbye
and I thought that it would rain
on a day like today
hey there's not a cloud in sight
it's as blue as your blue goodbye
and I thought that it would rain
the day you went away.
2 ~ White Roses by Deborah Conway
You weren't the first to send me red roses
And you weren't the first to give me away
I'm not the only one to have my fingers burnt
But that was a one-way conversation and you got the final word
Forget-me-nots forgotten
White roses
Regrets and promises collide
I'm still flying the flag for you
Blue heart red eyes and white roses
It's true
Lovers swap red roses but white ones from you
Spell the end of everything fine
Yellow roses are for jealously but you
Don't send me them
You send the ones that say we're through
You weren't to know that something was making me blue
Keeping all the sunshine away
You said forever and I took you at your word
White roses make a lie of everything I've heard
3 ~ Empty Garden by Elton John.
What happened here
As the new york sunset disappeared
I found an empty garden among the flagstones there
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And now it all looks strange
It’s funny how one insect can damage so much grain
And what’s it for
This little empty garden by the brownstone door
And in the cracks along the sidewalk nothing grows no more
Who lived here
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
And we are so amazed we’re crippled and we’re dazed
A gardener like that one no one can replace
And I’ve been knocking but no one answers
And I’ve been knocking most all the day
Oh and I’ve been calling oh hey hey johnny
Can’t you come out to play
And through their tears
Some say he farmed his best in younger years
But he’d have said that roots grow stronger if only he could hear
Who lived there
He must have been a gardener that cared a lot
Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop
Now we pray for rain, and with every drop that falls
We hear, we hear your name
Johnny can’t you come out to play in your empty garden
Neon shines through smoky eyes tonight
It’s 2 am - I’m drunk again it’s heavy on my mind
I could never love again so much as I love you
Where you end where I begin is like a river going through
Take my eyes take my heart I need them no more
If never again they fall upon the one I so adore
Excuse me please one more drink
Could make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll move on
One drink to remember then another to forget
How could I ever dream to find sweet love like you again
One drink to remember and another to forget
Excuse me please one more drink
Could make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll move on
One more drink and I’ll be gone
You think of things impossible and the sun refuse to shine
I woke with you beside me your cold hand lay in mine
Excuse me please one more drink
Could make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll go
Excuse me please one more drink
Could make it strong cause I don’t need to think
She broke my heart my Grace is gone
One more drink and I’ll move on
One more drink and I’ll be gone
One more drink my Grace is gone
I am sorry englishdude (and apparently everyone else) but I really, really hate that song.
I remember laughing at it with my sister everytime it came on the radio. You know? "Back in the day".
Come on! A song about a cake??? Left in the rain???
"All the sweet, green icing flowing down"
First of all, that's cake abuse. I am surprised Louise hasn't had anything to say about that.
Second, the recipe is no doubt on the internet, so that whole part is bogus. Yes, I am sure the internet was around back then. Al Gore is no spring chicken.
...and I didn't even know about this part, til Kathleen posted the lyrics
"In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants"
If the song mentioned Paul's "lady catcher" (trademark) pants, then maybe.
It was all that I could do to keep from cryin'
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name.
You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings
And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride.
You don't have to call me Merle Haggard, anymore.
Even though your on my fightin' side.
CHORUS
And I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain.
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me by my name.
I've heard my name a few times in your phone book
I've seen it on signs where I've laid
But the only time I know, I'll hear David Allan Coe
Is when Jesus has his final judgement day.
CHORUS...
Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song
and he told me it was the perfect country and western song
I wrote him back a letter and told him it was NOT the perfect
country and western song because he hadn't said anything about
Momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison, or gettin' drunk.
Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to the song and he sent
it to me and after reading it, I realized that my friend had written
the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it
on this album. The last verse goes like this here:
Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.
And I went to pick her up in the rain.
But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck
She got runned over by a damned old train.
CHORUS:
So I'll hang around as long as you will let me
And I never minded standin' in the rain. No,
You don't have to call me darlin', darlin'
You never even call me, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name.
macarthur park is the relationship. The cake is everything that was put into the relationship to make it what it is ( it takes a lot of ingredients to make a cake or a relationship). The cake being left out in the rain and melting is saying that the relationship is not being nurtured and is melting and falling apart. The part where he says "i dont think that i can take it because it took so long to bake it and i'll never have the recipe again" means he is having trouble coming to terms with the fact that it took a lot of time and effort to get this beautiful relationship and now its falling apart because its not being looked after and all the special qualities poured into the relationship will never be able to be duplicated.
Simon Cowell revealed that he'd spoken with 'a friend-of-a-friend' of Jimmy Webb some years ago and, despite what Webb may have said about the philosophical side to the song, the meaning of the lyrics are quite different. *Allegedly*, the song is simply about sex and drugs with a lot of humour injected into it.
As for the sexual references, Webb's 'friend' allegedly stated that Jimmy was writing about an encounter in Macarthur Park with a girl he knew previously, but this was their one and only 'sexual' encounter. I'll briefly skip over this part, but the lyrics about 'leaving the cake out in the rain' is allegedly Webb's female companion's description of the oral sex committed on her by Webb - the first time she'd experienced this from a guy, and 'I don't think I can take it'it took so long to bake it'.and I'll never have the recipe again' was written from her own perspective (whether it was true or not) about her experiences, whether she would meet a guy prepared to do that again to her, and whether or not she'd achieve the same 'orgasm'.
The cake is simply a rather prosaic metaphor for an elaborate creation that required many ingredients, perhaps luck and the confluence of several favorable factors, to come out just right, and might suggest a wedding or another occasion for celebration; all ruined by some careless oversight by someone who after all that left it out in the rain. resulting in a huge mess of melting frosting & soggy baked matter, & what's worse, our protagonist has forgotten the recipe, so he's there in the park in the pouring rain in his tuxedo with frosting all over himself and soggy cake chunks in his hair. So naturally he's distraught.
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yern for the cup.
They deftly manouver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour thru the turns,
Their prowless is podent and secretly stern.
As they speed thru the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.
Yeah!
No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping time that her memories will fade,
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.
Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.
Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse!
He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance...
When I hear the Willie Nelson version of this song, it makes me want to cry. The Kermit the Frog version, not so much.
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
and someone believed it,
and look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing?
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell,
we know that it's probably magic....
Have you been half asleep
and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
the lovers, the dreamers and me.
La, la la, La, la la la, La Laa, la la, La, La la laaaaaaa
It doesn't seem like a sad song, but a friend of mine died from cancer, and this was her song. I walked into her father's house the day after she died, and this song was playing, I looked straight ahead of me and they were showing slides of her, young and healthy and beautiful. I always see that picture of her when I hear this song, and I can't listen to it without crying. It was also played at her memorial service with more pictures.
You're my peace of mind in this crazy world.
You're everything I've tried to find, your love is a pearl.
You're my Mona Lisa, you're my rainbow skies,
and my only prayer is that you realize
you'll always be beautiful in my eyes.
The world will turn and the seasons will change,
and all the lessons we will learn will be beautiful and strange.
We'll have our fill of tears, our share of sighs.
My only prayer is that you realize
you'll always be beautiful in my eyes.
You will always be beautiful in my eyes.
And the passing years will show
that you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.
When there are lines upon my face from a lifetime of smiles,
and when the time comes to embrace for one long last while,
we can laugh about how time really flies.
We won't say goodbye 'cause true love never dies.
You'll always be beautiful in my eyes.
You will always be beautiful in my eyes.
And the passing years will show
that you will always grow ever more beautiful in my eyes.
The passing years will show that you will always grow
ever more beautiful in my eyes.
Only the Ryan Adams version. When he does it, the lyrics make sense.
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you shoulda somehow realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now
Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is
out
I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you
By now you shoulda somehow realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
Ben, the two of us need look no more
We both found what we were looking for
With a friend to call my own
I'll never be alone
And you, my friend, will see
You've got a friend in me
(you've got a friend in me)
Ben, you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere
If you ever look behind
And don't like what you find
There's one thing you should know
You've got a place to go
(you've got a place to go)
I used to say "I" and "me"
Now it's "us", now it's "we"
I used to say "I" and "me"
Now it's "us", now it's "we"
Ben, most people would turn you away
I don't listen to a word they say
They don't see you as I do
I wish they would try to
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben
(a friend) Like Ben
(like Ben) Like Ben
Have you forgotten Morrissey, former lead singer of the Smiths, and King of sad songs!?!
I KNOW IT'S OVER
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
and as I climb into an empty bed
oh well, enough said
I know it's over still I cling
I don't know where else I can go, mother
Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
see, the sea wants to take me
the knife wants to slit me
do you think you can help me?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
handsome groom, give her room
loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
although she needs you more than she loves you
And I know it's over
still I cling
I don't know where else I can go
it's over, it's over, it's over
I know it's over
and it never really began
but in my heart it was so real
and you even spoke to me and said:
"If you're so funny
then why are you on your own tonight?
and if you're so clever
then why are you on your own tonight?
if you're so very entertaining
then why are you on your own tonight?
if you're so very good looking
why do you sleep alone tonight?
I know because tonight is just like any other night
that's why you're on your own tonight
with your triumphs and your charms
while they are in each other's arms"
It's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes strength to be gentle and kind
it's over, over, over
It's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes guts to be gentle and kind
it's over, over, over
Love is natural and real
but not for you, my love
not tonight my love
love is natural and real
but not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
"Thread necrophilia is dumb
it makes most of us quite numb
Please come up with something new
Or perhaps another thing to do
Than pull threads like this out yer bum."
This is the thread that never ends
it will go on and on my friends!
Some people started posting here not knowing what it was
and they'll continue posting now forever just because
(this picture was posted with an eye toward killing this thread. No actual monkeys or 16th century conquistadors were hurt during the posting of this picture)
Monday Morning Church -- Alan Jackson hits a chord with me
You left your Bible on the dresser
So I put it in the drawer
'Cause I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore
And when I sit at your piano
I can almost hear those hymns
The keys are just collecting dust
But I can't close the lid
You left my heart as empty
as a Monday morning church
It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts
And I can heart the devil whisper
"Things are only getting worse"
You left my heart as empty
as a Monday morning church
The preacher came by Sunday
said he missed me at the service
He told me Jesus loves me
but I'm not sure I deserve it
'Cause the faithful man that you loved
is nowhere to be found
Since they took all that he believed
and laid it in the ground
Chorus
I still believe in Heaven
and I'm sure you've made it there
But as for me without your love, girl
I don't have a prayer
Chorus
You left your Bible on the dresser
so I put it in the drawer
There's also this one by Brad Paisley, with Alysson Kraus
Brad:She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette.
She broke his heart: He spent his whole life trying to forget.
We watched him drink his pain away, a little at a time,
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night:
Brad and Alison:He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow,
With a note that said: "I'll love her till I die."
And when we buried him beneath the willow,
The angels sang a whiskey lullabye.
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.
La la la la la la la,
La la la la la la la.
Alison: The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself.
For years and years, she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath.
She finally drank her pain away, a little at a time,
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind.
Until the night:
Alison and Brad: She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger.
And finally drank away his memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger,
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees.
We found her with her face down in the pillow,
Clinging to his picture for dear life.
We laid her next to him beneath the willow,
While the angels sang a whiskey lullabye.
That, and Charlottes Web, the book and the movie.
