songs you would sing your children to sleep to.

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― chicken tonight (chicken tonight), Sunday, 8 February 2004 23:12 (twenty-two years ago)

"The Spangle Maker" by Cocteau Twins....if I could figure out the lyrics.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Sunday, 8 February 2004 23:15 (twenty-two years ago)

Gary Jules 'Mad World'

gawd what a FRIGHTFUL vision, and I suspect there are some parents out there who now do just that

― stevem (blueski), Sunday, 8 February 2004 23:23 (twenty-two years ago)

Are these them, Alex?

The Spangle Maker
He's the droplets
He's that droplet on my truth
He's the spangle
He is that spangle maker

Oh, for that's
Awful that worked it shattering heads
She is his
She's his spangle baby
And the rest made sure it's the droplet

Singing
Broke and winded
Broke and winded
Whistling
(x2)

He's the droplets
He's that droplet on my truth
He's the spangle
He is that spangle maker
And the rest made sure it's the droplet

Singing
Broke and winded
Broke and winded
Whistling
(x2)

He's the droplets
He's that droplet on my truth
He's the spangle
He is that spangle maker
And the rest made sure it's the droplet

Singing
Broke and winded
Broke and winded
Whistling
(x2)

He's the droplets
He's that droplet on my truth
He's the spangle
He is that spangle maker

His part of the plan, it hadn't gone and there you are
It scattered then, it didn't bond and there you are
Oh, perhaps it's just the droplet singing
Broke and winded, I whistle and there you hide
(x3)

― Aja (aja), Sunday, 8 February 2004 23:23 (twenty-two years ago)

is 'whistling' an action of the singer, or a word in the lyric of the song? i don't think people should whistle at babies.

― chicken tonight (chicken tonight), Sunday, 8 February 2004 23:31 (twenty-two years ago)

I've sung 'Space Oddity' to someone to sleep to...

― Sasha (sgh), Sunday, 8 February 2004 23:32 (twenty-two years ago)

'Wake Up', Rage Against The Machine

― Jay Kid (Jay K), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:07 (twenty-two years ago)

heh.

― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:11 (twenty-two years ago)

I've sang Smashing Pumpkins' "Farewell and Goodnight" to the boy before. It's a good'un.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:13 (twenty-two years ago)

there's quite a lot of the songs on Magnetic Fields 69 Love Songs I could imagine singing in this context - "Asleep and Dreaming" especially.

― MarkH (MarkH), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:16 (twenty-two years ago)

To my children? I bet the songs I did sing to them when they were little wouldn't cut it any more! :)
They are 16 and (soon-to-be) 20, so... I'd prolly have to cry some Tool, Perfect Circle or Deftones to my son, and attempt a desperate approximation of Britney or Maarja for my daughter -- and they sure'd tell me in no uncertain terms to shut up after the first line or two.

― t\'\'t (t\'\'t), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:25 (twenty-two years ago)

"Big A, little A, bouncing B
The system might have got you but it won't get me
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to ba yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you
Hello, hello, hello, this is the Lord God, can you hear?
Hellfire and damnation's what I've got for you down there
On earth I have ambassadors, archbishop, vicar, pope
We'll blind you with morality, you'd best abandon any hope,
We're telling you you'd better pray cos you were born in sin
Right from the start we'll build a cell and then we'll lock you in
We sit in holy judgement condemning those that stray
We offer our forgiveness, but first we'll make you pay
External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you
Hello, hello, hello, now here's a massage from your queen
As figurehead of the status quo I set the social scene
I'm most concerned about my people, I want to give them peace
So I'm making sure they stay in line with my army and police
My prisons and my mental homes have ever open doors
For those amongst my subjects who dare to ask for more
Unruliness and disrespect are things I can't allow
So I'll see the peasants grovel if they refuse to bow
External control are you gonna let them get you?
Do you wanna be a prisoner in the boundaries they set you?
You say you want to be yourself, by christ do you think they'll let you?
They're out to get you get you get you get you get you get you get you
Introducing the Prime Sinister, she's a mother to us all
Like the dutch boy's finger in the dyke her arse is in the wall
Holding back the future waiting for the seas to part
If Moses did it with is faith, she'll do it with an army
Who at times of threatened crisis are certain to be there
Guarding national heritage no matter what or where
Palaces for kings and queens, mansions for the rich
Protection for the wealthy, defence of privilege
They've learnt the ropes In Ireland, engaged in civil war
Fighting for the ruling classes in their battle against the poor
So Ireland's just an island? It's an island of the mind
Great Britain? Future? Bollocks, you'd better look behind
Round every other corner stands P.C. 1984
Guardian of the future, he'll implement the law
He's there as a grim reminder that no matter what you do
Big brothers system's always there with his beady eyes on you
From God to local bobby, in home and street and school
They've got your name and number while you've just got their rule
We've got to look for methods to undermine those powers
It's time to change the tables. The future must be ours
Big A, little A, bouncing B
The system might have got you but it won't get me

Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you're the only you
No one else has got your eyes, can see the things you see
It's up to you to change your life and my life's up to me
The problems that you suffer from are problems that you make
The shit we have to climb through is the shit we choose to take
If you don't like the life you live, change it now it's yours
Nothing has effects if you don't recognise the cause
If the programme's not the one you want, get up, turn off the set
It's only you that can decide what life you're gonna get
If you don't like religion you can be the antichrist
If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist
But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple
And you'll never change the system by bombing number ten
Systems just aren't made of bricks they're mostly made of people
You may send them into hiding, but they'll be back again
If you don't like the rules they make, refuse to play their game
If you don't want to be a number, don't give them your name
If you don't want to be caught out, refuse to hear their question
Silence is a virtue, use it for your own protection
They'll try to make you play their game, refuse to show your face
If you don't want to be beaten down, refuse to join their race
Be exactly who you want to be, do what you want to do
I am he and she is she but you're the only you"

― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:45 (twenty-two years ago)

If that didn't work I'd probably follow it up with quick renditions of "Dachau Blues" and "Psyche".

― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:47 (twenty-two years ago)

"Don't Slander Me" by Roky Erickson

― Huckadelphia (Horace Mann), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:48 (twenty-two years ago)

Shack - Walters Song
Walter Schumann - Night of the Hunter (from the movie with the same name)

― eleki-san (eleki-san), Monday, 9 February 2004 14:50 (twenty-two years ago)

END OF THE RAINBOW (by Richard & Linda Thompson)
I feel for you, you little horror
Safe at your mother's breast
No lucky break for you around the corner
'Cause your father is a bully
And he thinks that you're a pest
And your sister she's no better than a whore.

Life seems so rosy in the cradle,
But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow.
There's nothing to grow up for anymore

Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And the man holds a bread knife
Up to your throat is four feet wide
And he's anxious just to show you what it's for.

Your mother works so hard to make you happy
But take a look outside the nursery door
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow.
There's nothing to grow up for anymore

And all the sad and empty faces
That pass you on the street
All running in their sleep, all in a dream
Every loving handshake
Is just another man to beat
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core

Life seems so rosy in the cradle,
But I'll be a friend I'll tell you what's in store
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow.
There's nothing to grow up for anymore

― Dadaismus (Dada), Monday, 9 February 2004 15:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Vashti Bunyan's "Just another Diamond Day"
Now if I only had that voice

― Mitchell (Mitchell), Monday, 9 February 2004 15:36 (twenty-two years ago)

"I Do I Do I Do" by the Sixths

― Blood and sparkles (bloodandsparkles), Monday, 9 February 2004 15:58 (twenty-two years ago)

"Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in a child may prove to
be ugly in a fully grown adult.
Lack of involvement with the father, or over-involvement with the mother,
can result in lack of ability to relate to sexual fears, and in homosexual
leanings, narcissism, transexuality (girls from the waist up/men from the
waist down), attempts to be your own love object. Reconcile your parents to
you by becoming both at once!
Even Marilyn Monroe was a man, but this tends to get overlooked by our
mother-fixated, overweight, sexist media.
So:
Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in a child may prove to
be ugly in a fully grown adult.
If you give in to them
Every time they cry
They will become little tyrants
But they won't remember why
Then when they are thwarted
By people in later life
They will become psychotic
And they won't make an ideal husband or wife
The spoiled baby grows into
the escapist teenager who's
the adult alcoholic who's
the middle-aged suicide.
So:
Uncorrected personality traits that seem whimsical in a child may prove to
be ugly in a fully grown adult."

― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Monday, 9 February 2004 16:04 (twenty-two years ago)

Wow. I only did "Yellow Submarine" for Amber.

If i'd tried with alice, she'd only sit up and sing along.
(Currently "We are family" and "Take me out" are favourites..)

― mark grout (mark grout), Monday, 9 February 2004 16:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Stewart, you do sign a lot! :)
Good for you.

― t\'\'t (t\'\'t), Monday, 9 February 2004 16:12 (twenty-two years ago)

he does? he famous?

― mark grout (mark grout), Monday, 9 February 2004 16:16 (twenty-two years ago)

Blech, I typed in the totally wrong title. I must not be awake yet. Moderator, plz delete all memory of my existence.

'You You You You You' by the sixths

Alternately, '13 Bees' or some other more innocuous Mary Timony joint.

― Blood and sparkles (bloodandsparkles), Monday, 9 February 2004 16:25 (twenty-two years ago)

"he does? he famous?"

I'm very famous - but only in extremely elite circles.

― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Monday, 9 February 2004 16:48 (twenty-two years ago)

"Flash" - Green Velvet

― Dan Perry (Dan Perry), Monday, 9 February 2004 16:48 (twenty-two years ago)

'Bodies' - Sex Pistols

Now quit breeding, damn you!

― ILM poster, Tuesday, 10 February 2004 05:57 (twenty-two years ago)

house of jealous lovers

― vvvvvvv, Tuesday, 10 February 2004 06:21 (twenty-two years ago)

'shake downnnn'

― alice grout (mark grout), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 09:32 (twenty-two years ago)

h! a! r! m! a! r! SUPERSTAR!

― Sarah (starry), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 09:35 (twenty-two years ago)

five years pass...

any others? id be much obliged. i need to make my nephew a cd for his 1st bday.

― rent, Friday, 26 June 2009 16:58 (sixteen years ago)

My daughter spent 10 days in ICU just after she was born (thankfully, her elevated heart rate and 99 temperature turned out to be routine things that wouldn't have caused any concern if the doctors saw either in isolation, but my wife and I refused to leave the hospital; it was surreal and horrifying). I was strung out, scared to a terrible tipping point, and the only song I could think of to sing to my girl while she slept on my shoulder was Hey Jude.

I like the song and all, but to this day, I couldn't tell you why it had to be that song.

― Daniel, Esq., Friday, 26 June 2009 17:05 (sixteen years ago)

oh god. that must have been tough, daniel...i can totally see familiar, uplifting hey jude working. beatles-wise im already trying to choose between golden slumbers, cry baby cry, and bungalow bill. just from the ones on my dad's computer.

― rent, Friday, 26 June 2009 17:14 (sixteen years ago)

Daniel, god, how awful. She's OK now I hope?

My Beatles go-to for this situation is All Together Now; from the solo records, John Lennon's Beautiful Boy.

― dad a, Friday, 26 June 2009 17:29 (sixteen years ago)

I made a bedtime mix (my kid takes a while to wind down at night). I sway and sing all of these...

Townes "To Live is To Fly"
Bragg "The 14th of Feb"
Wilco & Bragg "Ingrid Bergman"
Jens "A Postcard to Nina"
Magnetic Fields "Reno Dakota"
Eels (Daniel Johnston cover) "Living Life"
The Avett Brothers "Tear Down the House"
Waits "I Hope I Don't Fall in Love With You"

― buttpaste&mobileowls, Friday, 26 June 2009 17:33 (sixteen years ago)

Daniel, god, how awful. She's OK now I hope?

She's great, thanks. Happy/healthy. In fact, I'm rushing out now to watch her participate in her camp's end-of-first-session show.

― Daniel, Esq., Friday, 26 June 2009 17:40 (sixteen years ago)

― rent, Friday, 26 June 2009 17:42 (sixteen years ago)

ooh, beautiful boy. good call.

― rent, Friday, 26 June 2009 17:42 (sixteen years ago)

She's great, thanks. Happy/healthy. In fact, I'm rushing out now to watch her participate in her camp's end-of-first-session show.

That's great. Call out a request for Hey Jude! If she doesn't comply, heckle!

― dad a, Friday, 26 June 2009 17:47 (sixteen years ago)

lol. The third-grade girls (the "Pandas"; she hates that name) danced to a song from Slumdog Millionare (Jai Ho, maybe?)

― Daniel, Esq., Friday, 26 June 2009 21:02 (sixteen years ago)

"No Children" by The Mountain Goats. And as they slowly dozed off into dreamland, I would pull the sheets gently up to their shoulders and give them a little kiss goodnight, then as I am about to shut off the light at the entrance to their room, I smile at their sweet innocence, flick the switch, and swiftly exit on my tippie-toes. <3

― Evan, Friday, 26 June 2009 21:29 (sixteen years ago)

Big A, little A, bouncing B
The system might have got you but it won't get me

Ha! I always wondered where Kottonmouth Kings stole that from. Shut up, I heard it on one of the Scream soundtracks once.

― the sideburns are album-specific (jon /via/ chi 2.0), Friday, 26 June 2009 21:51 (sixteen years ago)

"You Are My Sunshine" and the national anthem, no lie.

― Guayaquil (eephus!), Saturday, 27 June 2009 02:40 (sixteen years ago)

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