Saddest song lyrics?

[kick-ass-bob]

I have to nominate "Cats in the Cradle" - have you ever read them?

Make your own nominations...

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

[ET Awful]

1. Harry Chapin was one of the greatest story-tellers around :)

He has quite a few songs that are just as good, for instance (this one brings a tear to my eye every time):

Flowers Are Red -

The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
I'm paintin' flowers he said
She said... It's not the time for art young man
And anyway flowers are green and red
There's a time for everything young man
And a way it should be done
You've got to show concern for everyone else
For you're not the only one

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
There's ways that things should be
And you'll paint flowers the way they are
So repeat after me.....

And she said...
Flowers are red young man
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

But the little boy said...
There are so many colors in the rainbow
So many colors in the morning sun
So many colors in the flower and I see every one

The teacher put him in a corner
She said.. It's for your own good..
And you won't come out 'til you get it right
And are responding like you should
Well finally he got lonely
Frightened thoughts filled his head
And he went up to the teacher
And this is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen

Time went by like it always does
And they moved to another town
And the little boy went to another school
And this is what he found
The teacher there was smilin'
She said...Painting should be fun
And there are so many colors in a flower
So let's use every one

But that little boy painted flowers
In neat rows of green and red
And when the teacher asked him why
This is what he said.. and he said

Flowers are red, green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than the way they always have been seen.

[kick-ass-bob]

7. that's a good one too.

:thumbsup:

[StopTheMorans]

2. anything by U2, they're all really sad. and by sad, i mean "horrible" and

"pretentious"

[kick-ass-bob]

8. don't make me put you on ignore.

punkass.

:P

[StopTheMorans]

11. oh no, don't tell me that you're one of THEM kick-ass-bob

:7

[kick-ass-bob]

18. I appreciate their older stuff

not so much the newer stuff (like from the 90s forwards)

[RedSpartan]

37. Pretentious?

Look at this humble specimen...



I love all of U2's stuff. Hey, I say agree to disagree and here's a Guiness for you in good faith:

:beer:

Saddest song lyrics? Probably that song I heard around the holidays about a kid trying to buy his mom new shoes b/c she's about to die from cancer and he wants her to look pretty "when she meets Jesus." If you know it, let me know the title. If not, I assure you I'm serious that such a song exists. Total country just-trying-to-get-you-to-bawl sappiness, but it works. I tried to make fun of it, but I couldn't keep from tearing up a bit when the chorus of little kids started singing. I was powerless. Sad.

[kick-ass-bob]

45. The Christmas Shoes.

I think that's the name.

I refuse to listen to it.

[Mad_Dem_X]

48. NOOOOOOOOO! Worst song EVER!!!!!

:puke:

[kick-ass-bob]

50. Not my choice - poster above asked the name.

I will not listen to that song.

Wasn't it also a movie or something?

[RedSpartan]

53. I'm not saying I like it...

I'm just saying its sad. It came on the radio and my wife wouldn't let me change the station. I was forced! Forced, I tell ya!

I've never heard it again, and it's obvious sap propaganda, but it got to me. Hey, I'm a sensitive guy... Please forgive.

[kick-ass-bob]

57. no - I didn't mean to imply you liked it either.

The reasons you stated are exactly why I refuse to listen to it. (And my wife refuses to listen to it as well)

[arwalden]

3. Baker Street...

and there was this song about a guy in a taxi who picks up a fare, and she happened to be an old love of his. What was that one called?

[jilln]

9. that would be "Taxi", also by Harry Chapin

It was raining hard in Frisco
I needed one more fare to make my night
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down
She got in at the light

Oh, where you going to, my lady blue
It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain
She just looked out the window and said
'16 Parkside Lane'

Something about her was familiar
I could swear I'd seen her face before
But she said, 'I'm sure you're mistaken'
And she didn't say anything more

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror
And she glanced at the license for my name
A smile seemed to come to her slowly
It was a sad smile just the same

And she said, 'How are you, Harry?'
I said, 'How are you, Sue?
Through the too many miles and the too little smiles
I still remember you'

It was somewhere in a fairy tale
I used to take her home in my car
We learned about love in the back of a Dodge
The lesson hadn't gone too far

You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
And I took off to find the sky

Oh, I've got something inside me
To drive a princess blind
There's a wild man, a wizard
He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind

Oh, I've got something inside me
Not what my life's about
Cause I've been letting my outside tide me
Over 'till my time runs out

(Baby's so high that she's skying
Yes, she's flying, afraid to fall
I'll tell you why baby's crying
Cause she's dying, aren't we all)

There was not much more for us to talk about
Whatever we had once was gone
So I turned my cab into the driveway
Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawn

And she said, 'We must get together'
But I knew it'd never be arranged
And she handed twenty dollars for a two fifty fare
She said, 'Harry, keep the change'

Well, another man might have been angry
And another man might have been hurt
But another man never would have let her go...
I stashed the bill in my shirt

And she walked away in silence
It's strange how you never know
But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for
Such a long, long time ago

You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
And I took off for the sky

And there, she's acting happy
Inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flying in my taxi
Taking tips and getting stoned

I go flying so high, when I'm stoned

[blue neen]

10. I think it was called "Taxi".

It's by Harry Chapin also. Very sad.

[DS1]

4. The lyrics, I suppose, are sad, but the song makes me bust out laughing

It's

Everyone I love is dead

by Type O Negative

[kick-ass-bob]

19. at the "goddammit" part?

I listened to a snip of it...

[DS1]

27. That too

:D

[arwalden]

5. Abraham, Martin, and John

Has any body here,
Seen my old friend Abraham,
Can you tell me, where he's gone.
He freed a lot of people,
but it seems the Good die young
I just looked around,
And he was gone.

Has anybody here,
Seen my old friend John,
Can you tell me where he's gone.
He freed a lot of people,
but it seems the good die young
I just looked around
and he was gone.

Has any body here seen my old friend Martin,
Can you tell me, where he's gone
He freed alot of people,
But it seems the good die young
I just looked around
And he was gone.

Has any body here
Seen my old friend bobby.
Can you tell me
Where he's gone.
You see he freed a lot of people,
But the good they die young yeah
I just looked around
And he was gone.
Oh I just looked around
And he was gone-----------!

[saltpoint]

12. I second your excellent choice. n/t

[Reverend_Smitty]

13. I agree...

that one always brings me down into a funk every time I hear it

[Patiod]

77. Okay, this is what a clueless tail-end-of-the-babyboomer I am

I just realized who "Abraham, Martin and John" are.

Have heard the song hundreds of times (my brother the Freeper used to be something of a hippie, but that's what happens when you have a low draft number, all of a sudden it's your ox being gored, but I digress)

Heard it, sang it, loved it. But it took me until now that I'm reading it to realize who they were talking about. Duh....

[redqueen]

6. Not the saddest song I know, but when I saw Harry Chapin's lyrics up there

it was the first song that popped into my head.


It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.

He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
The sound of the silence when no one was there.

I didn't really know him.
He was kind of strange.
Always sort of sat there.
He never seemed to change.

He reached the catwalk. He put down his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much to do and so little time.

He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.

He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no.

You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I'm home.
When I'm home.
Take me home.

He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun,
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.

He said Listen you people I've got a question
You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow.
I found a way that will get me an answer.
Been waiting to ask you 'till now.
Right now !

Am I ?
I am a lover whose never been kissed.
Am I ?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist.
Am I ?
If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed.
How do I know I exist ?
Are you listening to me ?
Are you listening to me ?
Am I ?

The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye.
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door.
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor.

He was kind of creepy,
Sort of a dunce.
I met him at the corner bar.
I only dated the poor boy once,
That's all. Just once, that was all.

Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car.
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades.
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle.
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed.

He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise.
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls.

Thirty-seven people got his message so far.
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are.

They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers.
They had to go and get him, that much was clear.
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's.
In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be ?"

He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
No no.No no.

They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long.
It's getting on noon now, it's goin to be soon now.
But oh, what a wonderful sound !

Mama, won't you nurse me ?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
Mama, it's getting worse for me.
Won't you please make me warm and mindless ?

Mama, yes you have cursed me.
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
I hate you!

The wires are all humming for me.
And I can hear them coming for me.
Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear.
Not any more though they've blasted the door.

As the copter dropped the gas he shouted " Who cares ?" .
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs.
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun,
With their final fusillade his answer had come.

Am I ?
There is no way that you can hide me.
Am I ?
Though you have put your fire inside me.
Am I ?
You've given me my answer can't you see ?
I was !
I am !
and now I Will Be
I WILL BE !!!

[kick-ass-bob]

22. that's a good one too.

[redqueen]

25. It's easily my favorite Chapin song.

Always makes me tear up...

[Patiod]

80. My teenaged self always like "The Mayor of Candor Lied"

Way too soapy now, but Harry loved to tell a story:

The Mayor of Candor Lied
by Harry Chapin

In the little town of Candor in the last year of my youth
I learned the final lesson of the levels to the truth
My father was a farmer he'd go tilling in the ground
My mother was a neighbor she'd go visiting around.

But I didn't care.
For I had found the answer to a plowboy's lonely prayer.
She was the daughter of the Mayor.

The Mayor fought my courtship for he'd made other plans
He saw her married to a better man than a boy with farmer's hands.
I said -- I hate your father, it's so hard not to strike him.
She said --You know I love you because you're so much like him.

And so I'd go sneaking in the evening
And there she'd stand a crying in the dawn as I was leaving

But the Mayor of Candor lied
When he offered me his only daughter
The Mayor of Candor tried
To take her across the water
What a thing to do to a young man in love
What a thing to do to your daughter.

One day with father on his tractor and mother off again
I go to find the mayor and work out what I can
But he is not at his office, he is not at his home
When I find him in the countryside he is not alone

He is holding a woman and imagine my surprise
As she jumps back from his arms I look into my mother's eyes

All my thoughts of outrage, embarrassment and pain
Were washed away by what came roaring through my brain
The Mayor's at my mercy and I hear my own voice say --
Your run for re-election is just one month away.

And the world will never know of what I've seen here sir
But I'll be with your daughter is my meaning clear?

My mother looks in horror at the compromise we made
But the Mayor's rueful smile says the piper must be paid
I had a month of joy in heaven from this deal I'd made in hell
What was to happen then my friend a prophet could not tell

The day after his re-election and the victory celebration
The Mayor takes his family on a month long foreign vacation

Oh Coleen -- you know how much I love you
There is no one I'd ever place above you
Oh Coleen -- you don't even know me
To have you there's nothing that's below me.

But time always passes after all
And as the summer follows spring so does the winter follow fall

The day that they return I stand waiting on the road
I watch the car drive up I watch the passengers unload
Of course she isn't there of course I should have known
The Mayor says that she has stayed the decision was her own.

I spit out my hatred and my fury at his lies
When he says you tried to blackmail me you're just as bad as I
He says -- Go and do your damndest, throw your mother to the streets
You know it's been too many years I had to be discreet

And as he stands there saying we're just two of a kind
It hits me like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind

As I look into his leering aged wrinkled mirror of my own face
He laughs and sneers and says -- Of course dear son --
Where do you think you came from in the first place?

The Mayor of Candor lied
When he offered me his only daughter
The Mayor of Candor tried
To take her across the water
What a thing to do to a young man in love
What a thing to do to your daughter.

[ScreamingMeemie]

14. Six White Horses, which I devoted a whole thread to today and nobody

seems to care...sniffle.

[kick-ass-bob]

23. maybe I'll go kick it...

:)

[MsAnthropy]

15. The Living Years, Mike & the Mechanics

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be OK.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

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

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

[nytemare]

41. That one gives me a tear every time!

[GOPisEvil]

16. "I Can't Make You Love Me" - Bonnie Raitt

Particularly when I think about a certain someone from my past...:cry:

[fudge stripe cookays]

56. Yep, me too.

It even came out while we were "together." Still turns me into a bawling idiot.

FSC

[KitchenWitch]

17. Thunder Road

The screen door slams, Mary's dress waves
Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that's me and I want you only
Don't turn me home again, I just can't face myself alone again
Don't run back inside, darling, you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alright
Oh, and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a savior to rise from these streets
Well now, I ain't no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks

Oh oh, come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Oh, Thunder Road, oh, Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder Road
Sit tight, take hold, Thunder Road

Well, I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines rolling on
But when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It's a town full of losers, I'm pulling out of here to win

[Patiod]

81. My #1 favorite song, but I think it's more about redemption

then sadness.

When I hear the first few notes of that song at a concert, I'm like a screaming teenager.

[Dogmudgeon]

20. Gloomy Sunday

I'll try to post the lyrics when I can find them.

--p!

[blue neen]

21. "He Stopped Loving Her Today"

by George Jones. A real tearjerker. Singing about the "black wreath on the door."

Sniff.

[Magrittes Pipe]

24. Great choice.

[beyurslf]

26. I'll Cover You (Reprise) from the second Act of RENT

[Spinzonner]

28. Alone Again (Naturally)

http://www.popculturemadness.com/Music-2/Lyrics/AloneAgain.html

[arwalden]

29. You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore

[Spinzonner]

30. The Way We Were

also by Barb kinda fits that genre also.

[arwalden]

31. The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald

[kick-ass-bob]

34. I'm starting to worry about you Allen.

You have too many sad songs listed here...

:)

[arwalden]

47. Thanks ....

... you have nothing to worry about. :loveya:

-- Allen

[JVS]

32. Timothy

[MsAnthropy]

49. Poor Timothy. I wonder how he tasted uncooked.

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[kick-ass-bob]

36. I'm not sure I know that one. I'll google it.

[blondeatlast]

87. I did--here's the scary first result...

http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/1327775/posts

[DelawareValleyDem]

35. Shooting Star - Bad Co

[Skittles]

38. Dan Fogelberg's Same Old Lang Syne

SAME OLD LANG SYNE
Dan Fogelberg

Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried.

We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totalled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged.
We went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie.
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I saw
Doubt or gratitude.

She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how.

We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'...

The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away.
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain

[fudge stripe cookays]

58. I was thinking of that one too.... n/t

[pres2032]

67. also, Leader of the Band

An only child alone and wild
A cab'net maker's son
His hands were meant for diff'rent work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift
I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love thru' discipline
A thund'ring velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand

The leader of the band
Is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs thru' my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band

My brother's lives were diff'rent
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago and the other to St. Paul
And I'm in Colorado
When I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose
And come to know so well

I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And papa I don't think I said
"I love you" near enough

The leader of the band
Is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs thru' my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band

[Patiod]

82. "Another Auld Lang Syne" always brings a tear to the eye

[Skittles]

85. makes me think of those past relationships

makes me wonder how my life would have changed if I had the abiity to stick with one of them.

[arwalden]

39. Vincent

[nytemare]

40. That is a sad song

And I absolutely love that painting. My living room is all stars and moons, and I have "Starry Night" and "Starlight over the Rhone". I love his blurry sparkly stars!

[Mad_Dem_X]

63. I have a large print of "Starry Night" in my living room

Plus smaller prints all over the place. It's one of my all-time favorite paintings. I love Van Gogh's work.

[nytemare]

70. I do too!

I have a book of letters that he wrote to his brother, Theo. This really was a wonderful, brilliant man who was just not understood.

[Mad_Dem_X]

51. Yes!

For they could not love you,
And still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

[MsAnthropy]

60. Goosebumps reading that!

[dean_dem]

42. Sadly (haha) I have no lyrics, but this reminds me of:

"What came first—the music or the misery? Did I listen to music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to music? Do all those records turn you into a melancholy person?

People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands—literally thousands—of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss. The unhappiest people I know, romantically speaking, are the ones who like pop music the most; and I don't know whether pop music has caused this unhappiness, but I do know that they've been listening to the sad songs longer than they've been living the unhappy lives.

So, do I listen to pop music because I am depressed, or am I depressed because I listen to pop music?"

Nick Hornby, High Fidelity

[nytemare]

43. "Both Sides Now" and a less known song

Called "One Last Time" about a man who was on one of the hijaked airliners on 9-11 calling his wife.

[demily]

44. Colors and the Kids -- Cat Power

:cry: :cry: :cry:

It must be the colors
And the kids
That keep me alive
’cause the music is boring me to death

It must just be the colors
And the kids that keep me alive
’cause I’d wanna go right away
To a january night
I built a shack with an old friend
He was someone I could learn from
Someone I could become

Will you meet me down
On a sandy beach
We can roll up our jeans
So the tide won’t get us below the knees

Yellow hair
You are a funny bear
Yellow hair
You are such a funny bear
Slender fingers
Would hold me slender limbs would hold me
And you could say my name
Like you knew my name

I could stay here
Become someone different
I could stay here
Become someone better

It’s so hard to go in the city
’cause you wanna say hello to everybody
It’s so hard to go into the city
’cause you wanna say hey I love you to everybody
When we were teenagers we wanted to be the sky
Now all we wanna do is go to red places
And try to stay outta hell

It must be the colors
And the kids
That keep me alive
’cause the music is boring me to death

It must just be the colors
And it must just be the kids
That keep me alive on this january night.

Yellow hair
You are a funny bear
Yellow hair
You are such a funny bear

[Mad_Dem_X]

46. "Empty Garden (Hey, Hey, Johnny)" by Elton John

Also...

"Vincent" (Don McLean - reminds me of my cousin, who also committed suicide)
"Same Auld Lang Syne" (Dan Fogelberg)
"At Seventeen" (Janis Ian?)

[CornField]

52. Sounds of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence

[CornField]

61. Also "The Dance" by Garth Brooks

[Tyrone Slothrop]

68. If we're doing S&G - I've always thought "The Boxer" was the saddest

I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance,
For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,
In the company of strangers,
In the quiet of a railway station, runnin' scared.
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
Where the ragged people go.
Lookin' for the places, only they would know.

Lie-la-lie ...

Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,
I took some comfort there.
Oooh la, la, la ...

And the years are rollin' by me.
They are rockin' evenly.
I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be.
That's not unusual.
It isn't strange,
After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.
After changes, we are more or less the same.

Lie-la-lie ...

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,
Going home, where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me.
Leadin' me, to goin' home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,
Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains.

Lie-la-lie ...


Lyrics by Paul Simon

[Burma Jones]

54. Tears in Heaven - Clapton

[bobthedrummer]

55. Howlin' Wolf, "My Life"

[sundog]

59. Ballad of the Sad Young Men - Roberta Flack

[guitar man]

62. He Stoppe Loving Her Today

George Jones



He said I'll love you 'til I die
She told him you'll forget in time
As the years went slowly by
She still prayed upon his mind

He kept her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again

Kept some letters by his bed
Dated 1962
He had underlined in red
Every single I love you.
I went to see him just today
Oh but I didn't see no tears
All dressed up to go away
First time I'd seen him smile in years

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

(Spoken)

Ya' know she came to see him one last time
Oh, we all wondered if she would
And it kept running through my mind
This time he's over her for good

He stopped loving her today
They placed a wreath upon his door
And soon they'll carry him away
He stopped loving her today

[the Princess]

64. Amy Grant

The Feeling I Had

I cannot take the heat
This girl's going home
Standing on my own two feet
Standing alone

I'm just a little weary of
All the talk and all the buzz
And all i ever wanted was
The feeling i had with us

I cannot take the heat
I guess i'm letting go
I'm tired of stitching up my dreams with
This thread of hope

I'm still a believer of
Twin hearts and timeless love
And all i ever wanted was
The feeling i had with us

All i ever wanted was
The feeling i had with us

The road of life is rugged
Any road you choose
And when i find the other side
I'll look for you

But i cannot take the heat
And so i'll say goodbye
A million things i never said
Didn't even try

'cause words are cheap and sometimes cruel
And stuff you hear is seldom true
And all i ever wanted was
The feeling i had with you

Yeah, all i ever wanted was,
The feeling i had with you


(Written while she was married to Gary Chapman and in love with Vince Gill. This song makes me cry every single time I hear it.)

[arwalden]

65. I Will Always Love You (Dolly Parton's Version*)

* NOT Whitney Houston's version.

[Ryano42]

66. Why by Annie Lennox

My god...when through my divorce when that was top 10...to this day :cry:

It is an instumental, but Cavatina from the Deer Hunter...I found the soundtrack in my brother's things after he was killed and I made the mistake of listen to it...still effects me so much today. :cry

[nytemare]

71. She has a great voice too!

Very versatile, from icy to warm.

[enigmatic]

69. "Holocaust" by Big Star

No contest, IMO:

*************

Your eyes are almost dead
Can't get out of bed
And you can't sleep
You're sitting down to dress
And you're a mess
You look in the mirror
You look in your eyes
Say you realize
Everybody goes
Leaving those who fall behind
Everybody goes
As far as they can,
They don't just care.
They stood on the stairs
Laughing at your errors
Your mother's dead
She said, "Don't be afraid."
Your mother's dead
You're on your own
She's in her bed
Everybody goes
Leaving those who fall behind
Everybody goes
As far as they can
They don't just care
You're a wasted face
You're a sad-eyed lie
You're a holocaust.

************

[Strawman]

72. The Bed - Lou Reed

You could pretty much take your pick off the Berlin album. The Bed, The Kids, Caroline Says Part II, Sad Song.

The Saddest Story Ever Told by The Magnetic Fields is another one that comes to mind,

[enigmatic]

74. Absolutely!

It's my favorite Lou Reed album, and had I really thought about it more it would have been my choice instead of "Holocaust".

The whole "Berlin" album has to be the saddest album ever; maybe "Closer" by Joy Division comes close, but not quite..

[bettyellen]

73. You'll never appreciate your Mother till she's SixFeet Under

Ground.......
It's Irish, you can't make shit like that up.

[jswordy]

75. "In the Ghetto" by The King!

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
’cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

[enigmatic]

76. "My Mummy's Dead" by Lennon, also...

Heartbreaking..

[Strawman]

78. That's a good one n/t

[blondeatlast]

79. "Tears in Heaven" if you're a parent

I'm no EC fan, but that one just kills me everytime. I can't listen to it if my son isn't around 'cause I blubber up so badly.

[Merrick]

83. Disintegration - The Cure (Thread Over)

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery the shameless
Kiss of vanity the soft and the black and the
Velvety up tight against the side of me and
Mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in
Thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it
Starts the need to just let go my party piece

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss
Before I feed the stench of a love for a younger
Meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts
In deep the holding up on bended knees the
Addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts
The need to just let go my party piece

But I never said I would stay to the end so i
Leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Screaming me over and over and over I leave
You with photographs pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both us knew how the ending would
Be...


So it’s all come back round to breaking apart
Again breking apart like I’m made up of glass
Again making it up behind my back again
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Holding it up behind my head again cut in deep
To the heart of the bone again round and round
And round and it’s coming apart again over and
Over and over

Now that I know that I’m breaking to pieces
I’ll pull out my heart and I’ll feed it to anyone
Crying for sympathy crocodile cry for the love
of the crowd and the three cheers from everyone
Dropping through sky through the glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth
Through the mouth of your eye through the eye
Of the needle it’s easier for me to get closer to
Heaven than ever feel whole again


I never said I would stay to the end I knew
I would leave you with babies and everything
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
Screaming me over and over and over I leave
You with photographs pictues of trickery
Stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams when
Both of us knew how the end always is...

How the end always is...

[Emops]

84. "Turn of the Century" by Yes,

which was inspired somewhat by "La Boheme."

It's about an artist who neglects his wife, and when she gets ill and dies, he's overcome with guilt. He works on a statue of his wife to help relieve his grief, but I think the lyrics kind of imply that he kills himself because he wants to be with his wife again.

This song can make me cry. Not many songs can do that.

Realizing a form out of stone
Set hands moving
Roan shaped his heart
Through his working hands
Work to mold his passion into clay
Like the sun

In his room, his lady
She would dance and sing so completely
So be still, now he cries
I have time, oh let clay transform thee so

In the deep cold of night
Winter calls, he cries, don’t deny me
For his lady, deep her illness
Time has caught her
And will for all reasons take her

In the still light of dawn, she dies
Helpless hands soul revealing

Like leaves we touch, we learn
We once knew the story
As winter calls he will starve
All but to see the stone be life

Now Roan no more tears
Set to work his strength
So transformed him
Realizing a form out of stone, his work
So absorbed him
Could she hear him?
Could she see him?
All aglow was his room dazed in this light
He would touch her
He would hold her
Laughing as they danced
Highest colors touching others

Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet, how we’ll love,
Let life so transform me

Like leaves we touched, we danced
We once knew the story
As autumn called and we both remembered
All those many years ago
I’m sure we know

Was the sign with a touch
As I kiss your fingers
We walk hands in the sun
Memories when we’re young
Love lingers so

Was it sun through the haze
That made all your looks
As warm as moonlight
As a pearl deep your eyes
Tears have flown away
All the same light

Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet how we’ll look
As we smile time will leave me clearly

Like leaves we touch, we see
We will know the story
As autumn calls we’ll both remember
All those many years ago

[d_b]

86. Lyrics?

The Eternal - Joy Division.

[PopSixSquish]

88. Top of the World - Dixie Chicks

wished I was smarter
I wished I was stronger
I wished I loved Jesus
The way my wife does
I wish it had been easier
Instead of any longer
I wished I could have stood where you would have been proud
But that won't happen now
That won't happen now


There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow
Think I broke the wings off that little song bird
She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now
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 chair


There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow

[JimmyJazz]

89. "Too Drunk to F*ck" - the Dead Kennedys - But, my second choice is

Silver and Gold - Joe Strummer:

I'm gonna go out dancin' every night
I'm gonna see all the city lights
I'll do everything silver and gold
I got to hurry up before I grow too old

I'm gonna take a trip around the world
I'm gonna kiss all the pretty girls
I'll do everything silver and gold
And I got to hurry up before I grow too old

Oh I do a lotta things I know is wrong
Hope I'm forgiven before I'm gone
It'll take a lotta prayers to save my soul
And I got to hurry up before I grow too old

I'm gonna take a trip around the world
Gonna kiss all the pretty girls
Who do everything silver and gold
And I got to hurry up before I grow too old

I'm gonna go out dancin' every night
I'm gonna see all your city lights
I'm gonna do everything silver and gold
And I got to hurry up before I grow too old

[Merope215]

90. "Lambs in the Greenfield," Emmylou Harris's version

[Mr. McD]

91. "For the Good Times" Ray Price,

Don't look so sad
I know it's over
But life goes on
And this old world
Will keep on turning
Let's just be glad
We had some time to spend together
There's no need to watch the bridges
That we're burning

Lay your head,
Upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body
Close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
Blowing soft, against the window
And make believe you love me,
One more time,
For the good times

I'll get along
You'll find another
And I'll be here
If you should find,
You ever need me
Don't say a word
About tomorrow, or forever
There'll be time enough for sadness
When you leave me

Lay your head
Upon my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body
Close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
Blowing soft against the window
And make believe you love me
One more time
For the good times

:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:

[the Princess]

93. Written by Kris Kristofferson.

[enigami]

92. Definitely "It makes no Difference" The Band

That song would make anybody sad

It makes no Difference
where i turn
I cant get over you
and the flame still burns

It makes no difference
night or day
your shadow never seems
to fade away

And the sun don't shine anymore...
And the rains falls down on my door...

Now there's no love
As true as the love
that lies untold
but the clouds never hung
so low before

It makes no difference
how far I go
Like a star
the hurt will always show

It makes no difference
who i meet
They're just a face in the crowd
on a dead end street

And the sun don't shine anymore...
And the rains fall down on my door...

These old love letters
i just can't keep
just like the gambler says
read 'em and weep

And the dawn don't rescue me
no more...

Without your love
I am nothing at all
like an empty hole
It's a lonely fall

Since you've gone
it's a losing battle
stampedeing cattle
that rattle the walls

And the sun don't shine anymore...
And the rains fall down on my door...

Well I love you so much
and its all I can do
just to keep myself from
telling you that I've never felt
so alone before