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#141
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old shep
wreak of the 99 old rivers by water brennen the blizzrd by jim reeves |
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#142
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Taps
cat's cradle - harry chapin last goodbye - jeff buckley hallelujah - jeff buckley hurt - johnny cash cover of NIN song everybody hurts - REM one - U2 Nico's "These Days" (perhaps only in context) - royal tennenbaums song at bus station pickup |
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#143
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Guided by Voices 'Acorns and Orioles'
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#144
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omg I forgot Neutral Milk Hotel's "Two-Headed Boy, Pt. 2"
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#145
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Strange Fruit - Billie Holiday
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#146
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I have to skip Radiohead - How to Disappear Completely when I listen to Kid A because it is just too sad.
The Feelies - Moscow Nights is one of my alltime favourite songs but I often skip it if it comes up on a playlist because it can strike a chord too easily. Same with Loveless Love, but to a lesser extent. I have a live version of Old Man by Neil Young that is really tenderly done that is incredibly melancholic too. |
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#147
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Strange Fruit - Billie Holiday [/ QUOTE ] Really good choice. Here are a few other contenders: Hello Walls - W. Nelson How'd things go for you to day Don't you miss her Since she up and walked away And I'll bet you dread to spend Another lonely night with me Lonely walls I'll keep you company. Hello, window - (hello) (hello) Well, I see that you're still here Aren't you lonely Since our darlin' disappeared Well, look here, is that a teardrop In the corner of your pane Now, don't you try To tell me that it's rain. She went away and left us all alone The way she planned Guess we'll have to learn to get along Without her if we can; Hello, ceiling - (hello) (hello) I'm gonna stare at you awhile You know I can't sleep So won't you bear with me awhile We must all stick together or else I'll lose my mind I've got a feelin' She'll be gone a long, long time. Stardust - H. Carmichael And now the purple dust of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart Now the little stars, the little stars pine Always reminding me that we're apart You wander down the lane and far away Leaving me a love that cannot die Love is now the stardust of yesterday The music of the years gone by. Sometimes I wonder why I spend The lonely nights Dreaming of a song That melody haunts my reverie And I am once again with you When our love was new And each kiss an inspiration Ah, but that was long ago Now my consolation Is in the stardust of a song Beside a garden wall Where stars are bright You are in my arms That nightingale tells its fairy tale of paradise where roses grew Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain my stardust melody The memory of love's refrain. Ah, but that was long ago Now my consolation Is in the stardust of a song Beside a garden wall Where stars are bright You are in my arms That nightingale tells its fairy tale of paradise where roses grew Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain my stardust melody The memory of love's refrain. The Foggy Dew - Canon Charles O'Neill [...about the 1916 Easter Rebellion in Ireland. Two of my relatives fought in it and, luckily, my grandfather lived.] 'Twas down by the glen one Easter morn, To a city fair rode I, When Ireland's lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by, No pipe did hum and no battle drum Did sound its dread tattoo. But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Ran out in the foggy dew. Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out a flag of war; 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sudel Bar. and from the plains of Royal Meath Strong men came hurrying through, While Britannia's sons with their long ranging guns Sailed in from the foggy dew. 'Twas England bade our wild geese go That small nations might be free; Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves On the fringe of the grey North Sea. But had they died by Pearse's side Or fought with Valera true, Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'Neath the hills of the foggy dew. The braves fell, and the solemn bell Rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide In the springing of the year. And the world did gaze in deep amaze At those fearless men and true Who bore the fight that freedom's light Might shine through the foggy dew. |
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#148
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Anyone said Barber's Adagio For Strings yet?
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#149
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May have already been said, but Whiskey Lullubye by Brad Paisley.
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#150
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Absolutely the saddest song
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