― Brian O'Neill (NYCNative), Monday, 15 May 2006 12:46 (nineteen years ago)
― Kenneth Anger Management (noodle vague), Monday, 15 May 2006 12:50 (nineteen years ago)
― merrychain, Monday, 15 May 2006 12:50 (nineteen years ago)
Best of all though, perhaps, is Spiritualized's The Slide Song. Heartbreaking.
― smn (smn), Monday, 15 May 2006 15:04 (nineteen years ago)
it ends with him killing her with a rock to the head.
― Shaun Leacy (cassettessac), Monday, 15 May 2006 20:59 (nineteen years ago)
― Action Time Version (noodle vague), Monday, 15 May 2006 22:08 (nineteen years ago)
There are some love songs here:
What was the first top 40 song to reference homosexuality?
― Cunga (Cunga), Monday, 15 May 2006 23:26 (nineteen years ago)
i could go on... there are tons of wonderful love songs.
― Emily B (Emily B), Monday, 15 May 2006 23:28 (nineteen years ago)
― topdownjimmy (topdownjimmy), Tuesday, 16 May 2006 01:30 (nineteen years ago)
― scriblerus (mike lynch), Tuesday, 16 May 2006 05:10 (nineteen years ago)
― davelus (davelus), Tuesday, 16 May 2006 16:29 (nineteen years ago)
― erklie (erklie), Tuesday, 16 May 2006 17:10 (nineteen years ago)
― davelus (davelus), Wednesday, 17 May 2006 05:12 (nineteen years ago)
― Charlie Howard (the sphinx), Wednesday, 6 September 2006 13:19 (nineteen years ago)
― silence dogood (catcher), Wednesday, 6 September 2006 15:25 (nineteen years ago)
― james brooks (j_brooks), Wednesday, 6 September 2006 15:41 (nineteen years ago)
― Steve Go1dberg (Steve Schneeberg), Wednesday, 6 September 2006 15:47 (nineteen years ago)
Nick Cave should really write a song like this.
― Marco Damiani (Marco D.), Wednesday, 6 September 2006 15:50 (nineteen years ago)
― Jason G. King (King-a-Ling), Wednesday, 6 September 2006 16:06 (nineteen years ago)
― Conor (Conor), Wednesday, 6 September 2006 22:47 (nineteen years ago)
― Post-Rodney (But no one called it that at the time) (R. J. Greene), Thursday, 7 September 2006 02:48 (nineteen years ago)
I love this song. It starts off mumbling, like the singer wants to tell her all this stuff he's feeling, but is quite frankly embarassed by himself. Then he thinks Fuck it, and the band starts. The chorus is one of the happiest things I know. Love is never trite and mushy, it's hard and tiring and it pushes you around, but you batter it back and it respects you for it. I love this song.
― Johnny B Was Quizzical (Johnney B), Thursday, 7 September 2006 06:42 (nineteen years ago)
Proper pathos, genuinely touching.
― Daniel Giraffe (Daniel Giraffe), Thursday, 7 September 2006 08:36 (nineteen years ago)
I also think a lot of the great Motown lovesongs are just so good that it doesn't matter if they're trite and mushy - "When a Man Loves a Woman" was the song I danced with my wife too, and as cliched as it is, it still sounds fresh and very very stirring to me.
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Thursday, 7 September 2006 12:51 (nineteen years ago)
― A-ron Hubbard (Hurting), Thursday, 7 September 2006 12:52 (nineteen years ago)
― Geir Hongro (GeirHong), Friday, 8 September 2006 00:27 (nineteen years ago)
I See You, You See Me - The Magic Numbers
― Sam Wunderl (neatMCsammer), Friday, 8 September 2006 00:35 (nineteen years ago)
― Run Ruud Run (Ken L), Friday, 8 September 2006 00:46 (nineteen years ago)
haven't heard it in awhile but i remember this being the definition of soft and mushy
― a.b. (alanbanana), Friday, 8 September 2006 02:33 (nineteen years ago)
― a.b. (alanbanana), Friday, 8 September 2006 02:35 (nineteen years ago)
How about "Love Song" by The Damned.
― kwhitehead (stephen schmidt), Friday, 8 September 2006 15:59 (nineteen years ago)
This thing of genius oozes with love and pain.
― Earl Nash (earlnash), Friday, 8 September 2006 19:52 (nineteen years ago)
this is true sentiment
― Charlie Howard (the sphinx), Saturday, 9 September 2006 03:22 (nineteen years ago)
He ain't got laid in a month of SundaysI caught him once and he was sniffin' my undiesHe ain't too sharp but he gets things doneDrinks his beer like it's oxygenHe's my babyAnd I'm his honeyNever gonna let him go
In spite of ourselvesWe'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbowAgainst all oddsHoney, we're the big door prizeWe're gonna spite our nosesRight off of our facesThere won't be nothin' but big old heartsDancin' in our eyes.
She thinks all my jokes are cornyConvict movies make her hornyShe likes ketchup on her scrambled eggsSwears like a sailor when shaves her legsShe takes a lickin'And keeps on tickin'I'm never gonna let her go.
He's got more balls than a big brass monkeyHe's a wacked out werido and a lovebug junkieSly as a fox and crazy as a loonPayday comes and he's howlin' at the moonHe's my baby I don't mean maybeNever gonna let him go
In spite of ourselvesWe'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbowAgainst all oddsHoney, we're the big door prizeWe're gonna spite our nosesRight off of our facesThere won't be nothin' but big old heartsDancin' in our eyes.There won't be nothin' but big old heartsDancin' in our eyes.
― 100% CHAMPS with a Yes! Attitude. (Austin, Still), Saturday, 9 September 2006 03:27 (nineteen years ago)