― dog latin (dog latin), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:16 (twenty-two years ago)
both make me cry everytime i hear them
― Caitlin O'Neil (kurdtkobain205), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― colin s barrow (colin s barrow), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:21 (twenty-two years ago)
― Caitlin O'Neil (kurdtkobain205), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Frye (paul cox), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:26 (twenty-two years ago)
― My name is Kenny (My name is Kenny), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:29 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:30 (twenty-two years ago)
― Texas Sam (thatgirl), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:31 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sean (Sean), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:33 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― Caitlin O'Neil (kurdtkobain205), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:36 (twenty-two years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:41 (twenty-two years ago)
Anomaly : "Alone Again, Naturally" which has to be the MOST depressing song EVER. I forget, however, who did it.
― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:50 (twenty-two years ago)
― Andrew Frye (paul cox), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:55 (twenty-two years ago)
-the # 8 song of the 1970-1979 rock era-was # 1 for 6 weeks in 1972
In a little while from nowIf I'm not feeling any less sourI promise myself to treat myselfAnd visit a nearby towerAnd climbing to the top will throw myself offIn an effort to make it clear to whoeverWhat it's like when you're shatteredLeft standing in the lurch at a churchWhere people saying: "My God, that's tough""She stood him up""No point in us remaining""We may as well go home"As I did on my ownAlone again, naturally
To think that only yesterdayI was cheerful, bright and gayLooking forward to who wouldn't doThe role I was about to play?But as if to knock me downReality came aroundAnd without so much as a mere touchCut me into little piecesLeaving me to doubtTalk about God in His mercyWho if He really does existWhy did He desert me?In my hour of needI truly am indeedAlone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more heartsBroken in the world that can't be mendedLeft unattendedWhat do we do? What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Looking back over the yearsAnd whatever else that appearsI remember I cried when my father diedNever wishing to hide the tearsAnd at sixty-five years oldMy mother, God rest her soulCouldn't understand why the only manShe had ever loved had been takenLeaving her to start with a heart so badly brokenDespite encouragement from meNo words were ever spokenAnd when she passed awayI cried and cried all dayAlone again, naturallyAlone again, naturally
― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 29 August 2003 03:56 (twenty-two years ago)
Would you like to be sad?Would you like me to teach you?Well, you can learn to be sadBut you must practice like I do
You must follow directionsAnd learn it right from the startThere isn`t a short cutIt must come from your heart
Well there are those who are happyAnd there are those who are wiseBut it`s the truly sad peopleWho get the most out of life
You may think I look sadBut I am just sleepingIt`s my facial expressionI`m probably dreaming" - David Byrne, "Sad Song"
― Sonny A. (Keiko), Friday, 29 August 2003 04:07 (twenty-two years ago)
If I had a nickel I'd find a gameIf I won a dollar I'd make it rainIf it rained an ocean I'd drink it dryand lay me down dissatisfied
Legs to walk and thoughts to flyeyes to laugh and lips to crya restless tongue to classifyall born to grow and grown to die
So tell my baby I said so longtell my mother I did no wrongtell my brother to watch his ownand tell my friends to mourn me none
I'm chained upon the face of timefeelin' full of foolish rhymethere ain't no dark till something shinesI'm bound to leave this dark behind
Ride the blue wind high and freeshe'll lead you down through miseryleave you low, come time to goalone and low as low can be
Townes Van Zandt, "Rex's Blues"
― Aaron A., Friday, 29 August 2003 04:34 (twenty-two years ago)
― anthony kyle monday (akmonday), Friday, 29 August 2003 06:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nag! Nag! Nag! (Nag! Nag! Nag!), Friday, 29 August 2003 06:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Nag! Nag! Nag! (Nag! Nag! Nag!), Friday, 29 August 2003 07:25 (twenty-two years ago)
― t\'\'t (t\'\'t), Friday, 29 August 2003 12:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex in Rotherham (Alex in Doncaster), Friday, 29 August 2003 12:45 (twenty-two years ago)
and
seconded:
Nick DrakeMark EitzelWatt/Thorn
― southern lights (southern lights), Friday, 29 August 2003 12:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 29 August 2003 13:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 29 August 2003 13:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Mr Noodles (Mr Noodles), Friday, 29 August 2003 13:22 (twenty-two years ago)
― King Kobra (King Kobra), Friday, 29 August 2003 14:59 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 29 August 2003 15:03 (twenty-two years ago)
― kephm, Friday, 29 August 2003 15:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Friday, 29 August 2003 16:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― Stephen Boyle (SBoyle), Friday, 29 August 2003 16:43 (twenty-two years ago)
― daria g (daria g), Friday, 29 August 2003 17:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Friday, 29 August 2003 17:09 (twenty-two years ago)
Pop music so effortlessly evokes loss. That loss doesn't have to be there in the performer's mind. For me, an old song about love or having fun on the beach is sad enough. Because it's the singer's youth, and all our youths (real or once hoped for) that are laid before us.
So yes, Brian Wilson or a disco track does it for me.
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 29 August 2003 17:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― RJG (RJG), Friday, 29 August 2003 17:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― jed_e_3 (jed_e_3), Friday, 29 August 2003 17:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― Horace Mann (Horace Mann), Friday, 29 August 2003 17:28 (twenty-two years ago)
Also: the actor praised for the way he plays the scene just before he jumps out of a window, in an Antonioni film I have forgotten the name of. He sits in a cafe doodling flowers. Antonioni got this performance out of him by not telling him that in the next scene he kills himself - he just said 'doodle on a napkin'. Doodles of flowers - almost as sad as birds in a corn field.
― N. (nickdastoor), Friday, 29 August 2003 18:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― jaymc (jaymc), Friday, 29 August 2003 18:08 (twenty-two years ago)
*DUCKS*
― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Friday, 29 August 2003 18:11 (twenty-two years ago)
― dave225 (Dave225), Friday, 29 August 2003 18:19 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 29 August 2003 18:43 (twenty-two years ago)
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Friday, 29 August 2003 18:47 (twenty-two years ago)
― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Friday, 29 August 2003 18:49 (twenty-two years ago)
― BrianB, Friday, 29 August 2003 19:02 (twenty-two years ago)
another big up to mark kozelek, if only for "summer dress."
― fact checking cuz, Friday, 29 August 2003 19:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― Curt1s St3ph3ns, Friday, 29 August 2003 19:41 (twenty-two years ago)
― Officer Pupp, Friday, 29 August 2003 21:02 (twenty-two years ago)
― sean marvin (williamtell), Friday, 29 August 2003 21:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― Francis Watlington (Francis Watlington), Friday, 29 August 2003 21:50 (twenty-two years ago)
randy newman joe pernicemark linkous
― jesselt, Saturday, 30 August 2003 12:01 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Saturday, 30 August 2003 12:14 (twenty-two years ago)
― jesselt, Saturday, 30 August 2003 12:18 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ronan (Ronan), Saturday, 30 August 2003 13:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― dog latin (dog latin), Saturday, 30 August 2003 13:24 (twenty-two years ago)
― Michael Dubsky, Sunday, 31 August 2003 06:56 (twenty-two years ago)
And Roy Orbison hits me more as a "fond memories of things he misses" vibe, but he does have that humor-in-sadness aspect to his songs too...I think Buddy Holly kinda might be the immediate predecessor to Roy/Tom in that regard, but who was the predecessor to him in that? That's one thing I love about folk-style music (that's passed down), is that someone's always learned something from someone, and as you trace it back there's always something new to hear, y'know?
― nickalicious (nickalicious), Sunday, 31 August 2003 07:17 (twenty-two years ago)
However, anybody remember Black?
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Sunday, 31 August 2003 08:11 (twenty-two years ago)