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"I met a girl who sang the blues

And I asked her for some happy news

But she just smiled, and turned away

 

So I went down to the sacred store

Where I'd heard the music, years before

But the man there said the music wouldn't play

 

And in the streets, the children screamed

The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed

But not a word was spoken

The church bells all were broken..."

 

I need a box set of Buddy...been on the backburner for far too long. Genius.

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The Cure - "Pictures of You"

 

 

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you

That I almost believe that they're real

I've been living so long with my pictures of you

That I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel

Remembering you standing quiet in the rain

As I ran to your heart to be near

And we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close

How I always held close in your fear

Remembering you running soft through the night

You were bigger, brighter and whiter than snow

Screamed at the make believe, screamed at the sky

And you finally found all your courage to let it all go

Remembering you fallen into my arms

Crying for the death of your heart

You were stone white, so delicate lost in the cold

You were always so lost in the dark

Remembering you, how you used to be

Slow drowned you were angels, so much more than everything

Hold for the last time then slip away quietly

Open my eyes but I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words

I could have held on to your heart

If only I'd thought of the right words

I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you

And never hold on to your heart

Looking so long for the words to be true

And always just breaking apart, my pictures of you

There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more

Than to feel you deep in my heart

There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more

Than to never feel the breaking apart, my pictures of you

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-56h8d3gLgk&feature=player_detailpage

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Gut wrenching.....

 

 

 

How did they do this to you?

How did they do this to you?

Were you the weapon that they used

As they tore apart the family?

Did they bring you here as they were passing through?

How did they do this to you?

 

And now you don't want to go home

And now you say that you never will go home

Take a tram across the city

Past the places where your brother died

Of the comfort for the girls who work alone

And I can't tell you that you're not alone

 

In the cities of the far north

The skies are cold and clear

The loneliness is aching

And after all this time

And after all these words

Your hands are still shaking

 

Why did they do this to you?

Why did they do this to you?

Were they cut off from their past?

Did they try to kill the future?

Do we all forget the things that we once knew?

Why did they do this to you?

 

Who was it that did this to you?

Who was it that did this to you?

Well, if I could have my way

I would line them up against a wall

Do unto them as they have done to you

Who was it that did this?

Who was it that did this to you?

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Have you ever heard a song that just speaks to you on so many levels that it seems almost biographical?

 

"Conversation Piece" by David Bowie is that song for me.

 

Nothing expresses that loneliness and social awkwardness that I feel each and every day as I live, move and have my being, quite like this song.

 

 

 

I took this walk to ease my mind.

 

To find out what's gnawing at me.

 

Wouldn't think, to look at me.

 

That I've spent a lot of time in education.

 

It all seems so long ago.

 

I'm a thinker, not a talker

 

I've no one to talk to, anyway.

 

I can't see the road

For the rain in my eyes.

 

I live above the grocers store,

 

Owned by an Austrian.

 

He often calls me down to eat.

 

And he jokes about his broken English

 

Tries to be a friend to me.

 

But for all my years of reading conversation,

 

I stand without a word to say.

 

I can't see the bridge

For the rain in my eyes

 

Ahhh-huh, h...uh, huh

 

And the world is full of life

 

Full of folk who don't know me.

 

And they walk in twos or threes or more.

 

While the light that shines above the grocer's store

 

Investigates my face so rudelyt

 

And my essays lying scattered on the floor

 

Fulfill their needs just by being there.

 

And my hands shake, my head hurts

My voice sticks inside my throat

 

I'm invisible and dumb

 

No one will recall me

 

And I can't see the water through the tears in my eyes.

 

 

 

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