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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

The most depressing lyrics ever!

Thanks to everyone who took the time to take part in the survey.  The results were both helpful and enlightening... and not surprisingly, not one person felt my posts were too short!  :-)

I also appreciate the thoughtful comments on the topic, as well as the bits of poetry that were submitted.  Quite the literary round table we have here!

All that poetry somehow got me thinking about song lyrics... and before I even knew I was doing it, I'd started writing a journal entry about music lyrics.  Go figure!  This just might be one of those entries you end up 'blipping over'.  :-)

I should begin by saying that I love music. 

Since moving to Israel, my music collection has become an unbelievably important link to my 'old life'.  This isn't to say I don't enjoy Israeli music (I do... very much), but you can probably understand that I frequently long for songs sung in a language where I understand all the little nuances and hidden meaning. 

My CD collection includes a representative amount of almost every musical genre... which is good, since I don't like to listen to any one kind of music for an extended period of time.  'Rock', 'Pop', 'Jazz', 'R & B', 'Classical', 'Fusion', 'SKA', 'Regae', 'Gospel', 'Funk', 'Folk', 'Zydeco', 'Show Tunes'... and yes, even 'Country' (although mostly older stuff)...  You name it, and I probably have it!

The only one of these genres that I go out of my way to take in very limited doses is ''Country'.  You see, country music tends to be a bit... um... dark.  By this I mean that it tends leave the listener somewhat despondent.  I'm sure you've all heard the old joke:

Q:  What do you get if you play a country song backwards? 

A: The 'repo man' brings your car back... your dog comes back to life... you get out of jail... Your wife calls off the divorce...etc., etc.

My point is, you don't hear too many Hank Williams tunes about getting promoted or winning the lottery!

So why am I telling you all this?

Because, I've discovered on my iPod what I believe to be the darkest, most depressing country lyrics ever recorded!  Seriously!  If there is some kind of prize for depressing lyrics, this song is the all-time world champ!!!

On his self-titled album from 1971, John Prine recorded a song called 'Sam Stone' about a drug-addicted Vietnam War veteran whose life spirals terminally downward following his discharge from the army.  Truth be told, the whole album is pretty depressing, but this one song really takes the cake!

It's only 3 verses...see for yourself:

Sam Stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew 'round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.

Chorus:
There’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for nothin’ I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Don’t stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone’s welcome home
Didn’t last too long.
He went to work when he’d spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin’ other peoples’ clothes...

Repeat chorus:

Sam Stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost it’s fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the 'G.I. Bill'
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes’ hill

Repeat chorus

So go ahead... I dare you... no, I double dog dare you to show me an actual set of recorded lyrics that are darker or more depressing than that.
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I'm not even going to try, but it does make me wonder about the Blues.

And thanks for the joke! I hadn't heard it and it gave me a good laugh.

Posted by: jennifer | Jul 19, 2005 10:39:32 AM

Listening to dark and depressing music is my forte.

Elliott Smith's Miss Misery. A bit more cryptic than the above song but pretty damn depressing. Actually, 95 percent of Elliott Smith's songs were depressing. He killed himself by the way.

miss misery


i'll fake it through the day
with some help from johnny walker red
send the poison rain down the drain
to put bad thoughts in my head
your two tickets torn in half
and a lot of nothing to do
do you miss me, miss misery
like you say you do?
a man in the park
read the lines in my hand
told me i'm strong
hardly ever wrong i said man you mean
you had plans for both of us
that involved a trip out of town
to a place i've seen in a magazine
that you left lying around
i don't have you with me but
i keep a good attitude
do you miss me, miss misery
like you say you do?
i know you'd rather see me gone
than to see me the way that i am
but i am in the life anyway
next door the tv's flashing
blue frames on the wall
it's a comedy of errors, you see
it's about taking a fall
to vanish into oblivion
is easy to do
and i try to be but you know me
i come back when you want me to
do you miss me miss misery
like you say you do?

Posted by: harry | Jul 19, 2005 11:45:59 AM

can't get much more depressing than this song from "hair." not only does this guy have absolutely nothing ("ain't got no underwear" - damn, that is just cold), but what's worse, he's got a group of people shouting at him and making him feel even more miserable!!

at least in your song sammy had kids and a job.

SOLO VOICE OTHERS ANSWER
Ain't got no home So!
Ain't got no shoes Poor!
Ain't got no money Honey!
Ain't got no class Common!
Ain't got no scarf Hot!
Ain't got no gloves Cold!
Ain't got no bed Beat!
Ain't got no pot Busted!
Ain't got no faith Catholic!

Ain't got no mother Orphan!
Ain't got no culture Man!
Ain't got no friends Lucky!
Ain't got no schoolin' Dumb!
Ain't got no shine Dull!
Ain't got no underwear Bad!
Ain't got no soap Dirty!
Ain't got no A-Train Jump!
Ain't got no mind Lost it!

Ain't got no smokes Shit!
Ain't got no job Lazy!
Ain't got no work Fine!
Ain't got no coins Broke!
Ain't got no pennies Beg!
Ain't got no girl/man Horny!
Ain't got no ticket Hustle!
Ain't got no token Walk!
Ain't got no God Good!

Posted by: yonah | Jul 19, 2005 12:16:19 PM

Every time I visit a slum area there's a song that keeps playing in my mind by Akon-Ghetto - It get's me very depressed!

These streets remind me of quicksand
When your on it you'll keep goin down
And there's none to hold on too
And there's none to pull you out
You keep on falling
none can here you callin'
So you end up self destructing
On the corner with the tuli on the waist line just got outta the cell doing state time
Teeth marks on my back from the canine
Dark Memories of when there was no sunshine
Cause they said that I wouldn't make it
I remember like yesterday
Holdin on to what Gd gave me
[chorus]

No need to cherish luxuries
cause everythin' comes and goes
Even the life that you have is borrowed
Cause your not promised tomorrow
So live your life as if everydays'
gon be your last
Once you move forward can't go back
Best prepare to remove your past
Cause ya gotta be willin to pray
Yeah!There's gotto be a better way
Yeah!gotto be willing to pray
Cause there gotta be a better day
Whoever said that this struggle would stop today
A lot of dudes* dead or locked away
Teenage Women growing up with AIDS
[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Gun shots every night in the ghetto
Crooked cops on sight in the ghetto
Every day is a fight in the ghetto
Got kids to feed in the ghetto
Selling coke and grass in the ghetto
Every day somebody bleeds in the ghetto
[Chorus]

[chorus] - alot of ghetto chanting
* - censored

LoL! Your lyrics are something though! Sam Stone was going nowhere fast!

Posted by: kakarizz | Jul 19, 2005 12:40:07 PM

I can never resist a dare, and I'm probably not alone in that. I predict you will be able to make a compilation album of the world's most depressing songs based on the responses to this post :)

"The Hanged Man" by Bob Pegg, from "Mr Fox"
http://www.musicoutfitter.com/store/item/823107213322/mrfoxthegypsy.html

When I was a young man, I used to dress so neat,
Many hearts beat faster as I walked down the street.
Then as I grew older the women had their fill
Till the only heart that beat was mine as I came down the hill.

Walk in a valley that never saw the sun,
Step by the stones where the icy waters run,
Stand in a church where the village choir once sang,
And run along the pathway where the dead man used to hang.

You take the road, the road you took before,
The one by the rocks where the river leaves the moor.
I'll take the road where the hill and forest meet,
Where the fallen flowers hide the stones that wait to trip your feet.

Walk in a valley...

The trees of the forest, the rocks all around,
Saw me swing my haversack as I raced gaily down.
The badger in the bushes, the fox in his lair,
Heard me give a whooping cry as I fell through the air.

Walk in a valley...

Waking in the forest, beneath the spreading pine,
I saw my body hanging like a shirt upon a line.
Vines crept up my fingers where they had come to rest
And in my open mouth the wild beasts came to build their nest.

Walk in a valley...

Many ages later the village people came,
Took me from my resting place and tied up my remains.
In an old sheet blanket they bore me down the hill.
My corpse is in a far off grave but I remain here still.

Walk in a valley...

Posted by: Simon | Jul 19, 2005 1:24:07 PM

Yonah's song made me laugh. Sorry Y. The GI one is still winning because a bunch or sorry guys really did come home addicted. (Just wanted to bring everyone down again. hee hee)

Posted by: Alice | Jul 19, 2005 2:33:14 PM

Strange Fruit by Lewis Allen

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.


This song was made popular by Billie Holiday. Evidently, when it was brought to her, she was very reluctant to cover it because it was so dark and political. (And her own life was quite dark enough.) Although politics were not her game, it may be the song for which she is most famous.

Posted by: Alice | Jul 19, 2005 2:43:07 PM

No, the saddest song for you, David, is the sound of the Yankees moving into 1st, yes FIRST, place!
WOO-HOO!!!!

Posted by: val | Jul 19, 2005 2:59:52 PM

My candidate for most depressing song is the Hebrew song "Viduy" (Confession) by Alexander Pen, made popular by Yehudit Ravitz. The speaker is a woman speaking to her husband of their dysfunctional relationship. At one point she says she knows he is going to kill her eventually but she's staying put, and she would do it all again.

Then there's "Zemer Shalosh ha-Teshuvot" (Song of the Three Answers) by Natan Alterman, made popular by Rivka Zohar. It has to be among the most masochistic songs ever written. In it a man asks a woman if she will still love him even if he treats her badly (making her live a life of poverty in which she must do hard physical labor, being unfaithful, throwing her out, etc.). She answers that for his sake she will have the strength to do anything except forget him. I have no idea why that song is so popular (unless it is an allegory of the story of the Jewish people, but that's another comment).

Posted by: Rahel | Jul 19, 2005 3:08:17 PM

Funny you should write a post about the power of lyrics (esp. sad ones) because as I was driving in to work just now Harry Chapin's "Taxi" came on the radio.

And I realized that every single time I hear this song I get a lump in my throat. I don't know -- something about broken, unfulfilled dreams always grabs me.

It's a long song, but the ending is just so sad:

And she walked away in silence
It's strange, how you never know
But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for
Such a long, long time ago

You see, she was gonna be an actress
And I was gonna learn to fly
She took off to find the footlights
And I took off for the sky

And here, she's acting happy
Inside her handsome home
And me, I'm flying in my taxi
Taking tips, and getting stoned
I go flying so high, when I'm stoned


Posted by: Stacey | Jul 19, 2005 4:05:43 PM

This may be a bit trite 'cause it was a popular pop song...

Blasphemous Rumours
by Depeche Mode

Girl of 16
Whole life ahead of her
Slashed her wrists
Bored with life
Didn't succed
Thank the L-rd
For small mercies

Fighting back the tears
Mother reads the note again
16 candles burn in her mind
She takes the blame
It's always the same
She goes down on her knees and prays

I don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumours
But I think that G-d's
Got a sick sense of humour
And when I die
I expect to find
Him laughing

Girl of 18
Feel in love with everything
Found new life
In Jesus Christ
Hit by a car
Ended up
On a life support machine

Summers day
As she passed away
Birds were singing
In the summer sky
Then came the rain
And once again
A tear fell
From her mothers eye

I don't want to start...

Posted by: Doctor Bean | Jul 19, 2005 4:22:04 PM

Whiskey Lullaby by Brad Paisley

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing lullaby)

Posted by: Jack | Jul 19, 2005 4:34:13 PM

When I want to feel depressed about our environment I listen to another Prine song called (I think) Green River ("Daddy won't ya take me back to Muhlenberg County, Down by the Green River where paradise lay..."), Daniel by Elton John always gets me misty-eyed, but I absolutely just ball up and squall when I listen to the lyrics of Kshe'halev bocheh.

Posted by: Yael | Jul 19, 2005 5:02:33 PM

I'll let my significant other handle this one, since he's the C&W expert in our house.

As a Texan, I grew up listening to C&W, and still enjoy it (along with a broad range of other styles). This song has recently begun getting airplay on my favorite C&W station. It's sung to a very slow waltz tune in a minor key and is perhaps the most chilling song I've ever heard--even more so than Bloodrock's DOA (from the early '70's).

An online review of the album describes this song aptly: "Stephen King on moonshine."

I'm Your Biggest Fan
© Dallas Wayne

CH.1
I've got every record you ever made
Even those old 45's
You never thought would see the light of day
A live tape from Chicago stolen from the soundman
I'm your biggest fan

V.1
The shirt you wore in Toledo I found on eBay
It cost a lot more than most folks would pay
My mom called me crazy but she don't understand
What it means to be your biggest fan

V.2
I got the autographed picture that you sent to me
When you wrote 'With love' well I just couldn't believe
But then I read somewhere that you divorced that awful man
Did I forget to mention, I'm your biggest fan

CH.2
I stood in line in Philly 3 hours in the rain
Out in front of the main point 'till you finally came
Then you walked by me like you didn't give a damn
Is that any way to treat your biggest fan

V.3
You never answer my letters you won't return my calls
Why I'm beginnin' to think I don't know you at all
And I found the flowers I brought you in a backstage trashcan
You know, you're making' it hard to be your biggest fan

CH.3
Well I can't believe that you don't really care
After everything we've been through, after all that we shared
But, somehow I feel better with this gun in my hand
Number one with a bullet…I'm your biggest fan.

----------

Dallas Wayne's website: http://dallaswayne.com

As for sheer sadness, I'd be hard-pressed to find a sadder song than an old Linda Ronstadt tune:

Traditional- arranged by Linda Ronstadt
© 1977 Normal Music (BMI)
They say that love's a gentle thing
But it's only brought me pain
For the only man I ever loved
Has gone on the morning train
I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I expect to live single
All the days of my life
Well the train pulled out
The whistle blew
With a long and a lonesome moan
He's gone he's gone
Like the morning dew
And left me all alone
I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I expect to live single
All the days of my life
Well there's many a change in the winter wind
And a change in the cloud's design
There's many a change in a young man's heart
But never a change in mine
I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I expect to live single
All the days of my life


Be Happy! :)
Gary

Posted by: Jessica | Jul 19, 2005 6:10:42 PM

i think depressing lyrics depend on the person. to me the most depressing song is one of lonliness, and there are times (often) when i cant even stand this song, though it is on my ipod

ALl dressed up with nowhere to go- Reba

The sign says, "families welcome"
At the Oaks Retirement Home
But mostly, no one comes 'cept on the weekends
Ruby Wilson lives in 303
Where she spends most her time
But it's almost noon on Sunday
And she's been sitting in the lobby since nine

Chorus:
She's all dressed up in her best hat and gloves
She's all dressed up
Watching and waiting, but nobody comes
Some days sure are lonely days
And time can move so slow
When you're all dressed up
With nowhere to go

As Ruby watches all the others
Leaving with their families
The nurse tells her, it's time to come to dinner
She says she's expecting company
They're just running late
But, the nurse knows the truth too well
She just sighs and walks away


makes me hope i never get into that possitions. its depressing because its what i fear. to me that is more depressing than your lyrics (lol, so there!)

Posted by: Lisa | Jul 19, 2005 6:54:39 PM

The other night I dreamed, it seems, most of the lyrics to Richard Cory. Plus I added some dark phrasing of my own. Been dreaming alot of songs this last week... hopefully it won't be the Yankees tonight, arghh.

Posted by: kaspit | Jul 19, 2005 7:05:18 PM

Maybe not darker or more depressing, but certainly sad lyrics belong to: "Cat's in the Cradle" and "The Living Years" and in homage to the late, great Luther VanDross, "Dance with My Father."

Back when I was a child,
before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream


Posted by: Pearl | Jul 19, 2005 7:21:29 PM

Maybe not darker or more depressing, but certainly sad lyrics belong to: "Cat's in the Cradle" and "The Living Years" and in homage to the late, great Luther Vandross, "Dance with My Father."

Back when I was a child,
before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream.


(I hope if given the chance, we all still get to dance with our fathers...
Pearl)


Posted by: Pearl | Jul 19, 2005 7:22:59 PM

Oh, how can you mention Ronstadt and not think of Carmelita? Warren Zevon wrote it, and I like his version, but Linda's can make me cry.

Carmelita, by Warren Zevon.

I hear Mariachi static on my radio
And the tubes they glow in the dark
And I'm there with her in Ensenada
And I'm here in Echo Park

Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town

Well, I'm sittin' here playing solitaire
With my pearl-handled deck
The county won't give me no more methadone
And they cut off your welfare check

Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town

Well, I pawned my Smith Corona
And I went to meet my man
He hangs out down on Alvarado Street
By the Pioneer chicken stand

Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town

Carmelita hold me tighter
I think I'm sinking down
And I'm all strung out on heroin
On the outskirts of town

Posted by: Talmida | Jul 19, 2005 7:37:12 PM

My favorite singer/songwriter is Jill Sobule. Her forte is happy tunes with sad words. i once heard her interviews about this and she said that her inspiration was a song she heard in her youth, which had a pleasant tune, but the saddest words. the song was all about there being a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes..! Thank you for telling me who Jill's inspiration was.

There were so many choices of songs by Jill that I think could win this competition. There's Super8 about watching old home movies with a young girl in it before she grew up to slit her wrists, or there's Love Is Never Equal, or The Guy Who Doesn't Get It, or The Loveless motel. She often has (sad) jewish related songs, like Attic, in which she wonders if her lover would have hidden her in his attic during the Holocaust. Then there's Tel Aviv. that's the one i'm going to share. I think it's really sad. And besides being relevant to this topic may also promp comments about the story she tells in the song. She has said that it's based on articles she's read about this tragic phenomenon.

Artist: Jill Sobule
Song Title: Tel Aviv


I'm climbing the stairway
That leads from the kitchen
In a bar in Tel Aviv
He asks for my age
He thinks I'm a virgin
That's why he asked for me

Somebody's missing me
Somebody's missing me
Somebody come get me

I dream of my country
I think of my mother
I send her what I can
She thinks I'm a waitress
She's proud I'm a waitress
In the promised land
They promised me work
And they promised me TV
They promised I'd never get bored
I'm back on the stairway
I'm higher than ever
They promised that I could get more

Somebody's missing me
Somebody's missing me
Somebody come get me
Somebody's missing me
Somebody's missing me
Somebody come get me

There's a boat down on the shore
Wish I could steal away

I'm back on the farm
With my friend Sofia
She's running and laughing out loud
We're down by the river
In the middle of summer
I wish he'd get off of me now

Somebody's missing me
Somebody's missing me
Somebody come get me

Posted by: rabbi neil fleischmann | Jul 19, 2005 7:58:35 PM

Alice: "Strange Fruit" is an incredible song. Interestingly, it was Billy Crystal's uncle who first had the guts to record Holliday singing it (little tidbit I picked up from his one-man show)

I guess it's not so surprising to find Harry Chapin represented heavily on the survey. His "Mr. Tanner" is a song that I sang a few times in the piano bars, and it took me about two years of carrying the sheet music around before I had the guts to actually do it. There's also Tori Amos's "Me and a Gun" (describing a rape incident she survived). Lots of early Springsteen too, come to think of it ("Meeting Across the River").

Posted by: efrex | Jul 19, 2005 8:14:37 PM

What in heavens name are you trying to do? Isn't it depressing enough with what's going on in the news and the three weeks coming up?
But honestly Billy Joel has some extremly depressing lyrics if you are really interested try good night Saigon

We met as soul mates on Parris Island
We left as inmates from an asylum
And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives

We came in spastic like tameless horses
We left in plastic as numbered corpses
And we learned fast to travel light
Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight

We had no home front, we had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep and shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ with all our might

We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
And it was dark, so dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write

And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Remember Charlie, remember Baker
They left their childhood on every acre
And who was wrong? And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight

We held the day in the palm of our hand
They ruled the night, and the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks...

...On Parris Island
We held the coastline, they held the highlands
And they were sharp, as sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive

And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Posted by: Jewish Blogmiester | Jul 19, 2005 8:24:20 PM

(David, please --
More bees.

Thanks.)

Posted by: Rahel | Jul 19, 2005 8:29:43 PM

Oh, help me please I can't take anymore! Ahhhhh!

Actually, whenever I think of country music I remember the song that has these lines in it:

"If I said you had a beautiful body
Would you hold it against me?"

(sorry, couldn't resist).

Posted by: AmyS | Jul 19, 2005 8:46:09 PM

Depressing lyrics contest and no one's mentioned Leonard Cohen?? Just about any of his songs would qualify...

Posted by: shosh | Jul 19, 2005 9:22:35 PM

Wow, the cheese is spread on THICK!

Posted by: Harry | Jul 19, 2005 9:41:15 PM

Aaaahhhh... What a nice post. I'm going to give myself some paper cuts now and soak them in lemon juice. Later, I might chew some thumbtacks.

Posted by: Doctor Bean | Jul 19, 2005 9:45:15 PM

Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd) - You do all know it, yes?

Last verse -

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move, but I can’t hear what you’re saying.

When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child has grown, the dream is gone.

I have become comfortably numb.

Posted by: Mirty | Jul 19, 2005 9:54:33 PM

And "Sweet Old World" by Lucinda Williams -

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world (2x)
The breath from your own lips, the touch of fingertips
A sweet and tender kiss
The sound of a midnight train, wearing someone's ring
Someone calling your name
Somebody so warm cradled in your arm
Didn't you think you were worth anything?

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world (x2)

Millions of us in love, promises made good
Your own flesh and blood
Looking for some truth, dancing with no shoes
The beat, the rhythm, the blues
The pounding of your heart's drum together with another one
Didn't you think anyone loved you?

See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world
See what you lost when you left this world, this sweet old world

(If you hear her sing it, you'll cry)

Posted by: Mirty | Jul 19, 2005 9:59:44 PM

...and let's not forget Janis Ian and "At Seventeen." (a national anthem for many high school girls...)

AT SEVENTEEN
(Janis Ian)

I LEARNED THE TRUTH AT SEVENTEEN
THAT LOVE WAS MEANT FOR BEAUTY QUEENS
AND HIGH SCHOOL GIRLS WITH CLEAR SKINNED SMILES
WHO MARRIED YOUNG AND THEN RETIRED
THE VALENTINES I NEVER KNEW
THE FRIDAY NIGHT CHARADES OF YOUTH
WERE SPENT ON ONE MORE BEAUTIFUL
AT SEVENTEEN I LEARNED THE TRUTH

AND THOSE OF US WITH RAVAGED FACES
LACKING IN THE SOCIAL GRACES
DESPERATELY REMAINED AT HOME
INVENTING LOVERS ON THE PHONE
WHO CALLED TO SAY - COME DANCE WITH ME
AND MURMURED VAGUE OBSCENITIES
IT ISN'T ALL IT SEEMS AT SEVENTEEN

A BROWN EYED GIRL IN HAND ME DOWNS
WHOSE NAME I NEVER COULD PRONOUNCE
SAID - PITY PLEASE THE ONES WHO SERVE
THEY ONLY GET WHAT THEY DESERVE
THE RICH RELATIONED HOMETOWN QUEEN
MARRIES INTO WHAT SHE NEEDS
WITH A GUARANTEE OF COMPANY
AND HAVEN FOR THE ELDERLY

SO REMEMBER THOSE WHO WIN THE GAME
LOSE THE LOVE THEY SOUGHT TO GAIN
IN DEBENTURES OF QUALITY AND DUBIOUS INTEGRITY
THEIR SMALL-TOWN EYES WILL GAPE AT YOU
IN DULL SURPRISE WHEN PAYMENT DUE
EXCEEDS ACCOUNTS RECEIVED AT SEVENTEEN

(INSTRUMENTAL)

TO THOSE OF US WHO KNEW THE PAIN
OF VALENTINES THAT NEVER CAME
AND THOSE WHOSE NAMES WERE NEVER CALLED
WHEN CHOOSING SIDES FOR BASKETBALL
IT WAS LONG AGO AND FAR AWAY
THE WORLD WAS YOUNGER THAN TODAY
WHEN DREAMS WERE ALL THEY GAVE FOR FREE
TO UGLY DUCKLING GIRLS LIKE ME

WE ALL PLAY THE GAME, AND WHEN WE DARE
WE CHEAT OURSELVES AT SOLITAIRE
INVENTING LOVERS ON THE PHONE
REPENTING OTHER LIVES UNKNOWN
THAT CALL AND SAY - COME ON, DANCE WITH ME
AND MURMUR VAGUE OBSCENITIES
AT UGLY GIRLS LIKE ME, AT SEVENTEEN

Posted by: Pearl | Jul 19, 2005 10:22:07 PM

I always thought the phrase "murmur vague obscenities" was brilliant.

Posted by: Mirty | Jul 19, 2005 10:31:46 PM

I've always found 'Wise Up' by Aimee Mann from the film Magnolia to be utterly depressing. Although the scene in which it appears in the film is one of the most jaw-droppingly inspired pieces of film making I've ever seen.

Yellow Boy

It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up

You're sure
There's a cure
And you have finally found it
You think
One drink
Will shrink you 'til you're underground
And living down
But it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up

Prepare a list of what you need
Before you sign away the deed
'Cause it's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
No, it's not going to stop
So just...give up

Posted by: Yellow Boy | Jul 19, 2005 10:35:01 PM

And one more sad one for all those people who've experienced divorce or hurtful/messy relationship breakups...

Where do you start?
How do you separate the present from the past?
How do you deal with all the things you thought would last...that didn't last.
With bits of memories scattered here and there I look around and don't know where to start.

Which books are yours?
Which hopes and dreams belong to you?
And which are mine?
Our lives are tangled like the branches of a vine...that intertwine
So many habits that we'll have to break and yesterdays we'll have to take apart.

One day they'll be a song or something in the air again
To catch me by surprise and you'll be there again
A moment in what might have been.

Where do you start?
Do you allow yourself a little time to cry?
Or do you close your eyes and kiss it all goodbye?
I guess you try...
And though I don't know where, and don't know when
I'll find myself in love again
I promise there will always be
a little place no one will see
A tiny part, deep in my heart
that stays in love with you.

Posted by: Pearl | Jul 20, 2005 12:16:11 AM

I have to say it's a close race among David, the Rabbi and Jack.

Posted by: ginger | Jul 20, 2005 12:29:33 AM

Cry- Faith Hill

If I had just one tear
Running down your cheek
Maybe I could cope
Maybe I'd get some sleep
If I had just one moment at your exspense
Maybe all my misery
Would be well spent...yeaaaa

Could you cry a little
Lie just a little
Pretend that your feeling a little more pain
I gave now I'm wanting
Something in return
So cry just a little for me

If your love could be caged, honey, I would hold the key
And conceal it underneath the pile of lies you handed me
And you'd hunt and those lies
They'd be all you'd ever find
And that'd be all you'd have to know
For me to be fine

And you'd cry a little
Die just a little
And baby I would feel just a little less pain
I gave now I'm wanting
Something in return
So cry just a little for me

Give it up baby
I hear your goodbye
Nothin's gonna save me
I see it in your eyes
Some kind of heartache
Darlin give it a try
I don't want pity
I just want what is mine

Yeah.. Could you cry a little
Lie just a little
Pretend that you're feeling a little more pain
I gave now I'm wanting
Something in return
So cry just a little for me


Cry just a little for me
Could you cry just a little for me?


Or

Can't Stop Loving You by Ray Charles
(I can't stop loving you)
I've made up my mind
To live in memory of the lonesome times
(I can't stop wanting you)
It's useless to say
So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday
(Dreams of yesterday)

Those happy hours that we once knew
Tho' long ago, they still make me blue
They say that time heals a broken heart
But time has stood still since we've been apart

(I can't stop loving you)
I've made up my mind
To live in memories of the lonesome times
(I can't stop wanting you)
It's useless to say
So I'll just live my life in dreams of yesterday

Posted by: Jack | Jul 20, 2005 12:36:48 AM

Oops, I meant to include Alice too for Strange Fruit. If one just listens to the music without really paying attention to the lyrics, it can be quite deceiving.

Posted by: ginger | Jul 20, 2005 12:36:55 AM

Jennifer... Don't thank me, I'm a giver. :-)

Harry... I suppose that offing yourself is one way to get some street cred for you music. As far as I know John Prine is still on the green side of the grass... so your horse may have a slight advantage in the depressing department.

Yonah... The words read more depressing than the song sounds. If you weren't a native English speaker you would probably think the song was sorta upbeat... especially where it goes into cut time. Thanks for the reminder though... I have the movie soundtrack on my iPod, so guess what I'll be listening to at work tomorrow?

kakarizz... Yikes! Like with the blind date stories, I may have met my match. That is veeery dark.

Simon... It turns out that you were right about putting together a pretty decent collection of depressing songs! Boy did people step up and answer the call! By the way, for some reason the idea from your song that a body would be left hanging for a long period of time reminded me of pictures I saw of a mountain climber somewhere in the Swiss or French Alps who had died in a fall and was hanging from his rope in full view of several tourist ski resorts. For months people would look at him hanging there through the resort's coin-operated telescopes. The problem was that he had fallen over a cliff in an inaccessible part of the mountain and had died there hanging from his rope because nobody could reach him. I know... nothing to do with the song you mentioned, but the image popped into my head uninvited.

Alice... Strange fruit is one of those songs that could sober up a drunk. People like Neil Young tried to tap into the power of that open wound with songs like 'Southern Man' and such... but nothing comes close to the slap in the face that Strange Fruit gives you. Thanks for the reminder.

Val... puleeeze. Look at the calendar dear sister... my Red Sox aren't scheduled to take their [nearly] annual swan dive until much later in the season. :-)

Rahel... There are a few Israeli songs that touch me deeply with their sadness and tragedy. But too much of the subtlety is lost on my non-native ears. That's why my iPod is bursting with music from the old country.

Stacey... Anyone who doesn't well up listening to Taxi is either a tax collector or a dog catcher.... in short; heartless bastards! :-) Chapin has a few songs that when other people are around, tend to make me pretend to have something in my eye.

Doctor Bean... That's dark all right, but it seemed to be trying too hard to be dark. It was like a camp counselor telling his charges a scary campfire story without letting it build slowly/naturally to a terrifying pitch. The pay off isn't nearly as satisfying.

Jack... Sad stuff indeed, but I'll still take my junkie Vietnam veteran and his poor kids wearing hand-me-down clothes while he slowly kills himself with smack. I guess everything is subjective. Maybe I'll have to post a poll for people to vote on the most depressing song (kidding!!! No more polls!)

Yael... I love that song too (its on the same album), but for some reason the loss of natural beauty/an ecological disaster doesn't make me want to cry the way Sam Stone does. Another song from that album called 'Hello in there' on the other hand... :-)

Jessica (and Gary)... The one about the deranged fan was just scary... not necessarily depressing. But the Ronstadt song got me choked up a bit. However, between a dead junkie and an old maid... I still gotta go with the dead junkie, his widow and his orphaned kids.

Lisa... The song I mentioned earlier to Yael called 'Hello in there' is along the same lines... loneliness. The Chorus makes me tear up every time I hear it:

We had an apartment in the city,
Me and Loretta liked living there.
Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown,
A life of their own left us alone.
John and Linda live in Omaha,
And Joe is somewhere on the road.
We lost Davy in the Korean war,
And I still don't know what for, don't matter anymore.

Chorus:
Ya' know that old trees just grow stronger,
And old rivers grow wilder ev'ry day.
Old people just grow lonesome
Waiting for someone to say, "Hello in there, hello."

Me and Loretta, we don't talk much more,
She sits and stares through the back door screen.
And all the news just repeats itself
Like some forgotten dream that we've both seen.
Someday I'll go and call up Rudy,
We worked together at the factory.
But what could I say if asks "What's new?"
"Nothing, what's with you? Nothing much to do."

Chorus:

So if you're walking down the street sometime
And spot some hollow ancient eyes,
Please don't just pass 'em by and stare
As if you didn't care, say, "Hello in there, hello."

Kaspit... Sorry your dreams have been full of depressing music. I wouldn't look to the Yankees for salvation, though. :-)

Pearl... OK, I'm already a bit emotional having just gotten back from Noa's (Jerusalem Revealed) wedding. Way to make me get choked up!

Talmida... I'm not familiar with the song, but the words certainly seem sad. Unfortunately I still gotta go with my junkie over yours. :-)

Rabbi Neil Fleischmann... I'm glad I was able to make that connection for you. I highly recommend buying the Prine album. Many other people have covered the songs on the album (such as Angel from Montgomery), but nobody does them better ... or sadder.

Efrex... When Taxi was mentioned before I immediately thought of Mr. Tanner... thanks for mentioning it. When I hear that cello and the background singer doing the 'fall on your knees' bit... waaaaah!

Jewish Blogmiester... I have a hard time listening to Billy Joel sing about marines in Vietnam. I love his music... but he doesn't have the credibility or life experience necessary to handle that subject matter (IMHO).

Rahel... I will be harvesting my honey next week (hopefully) so I'll try to get you some pictures.

AmyS... Why stop there? There's always the classic line: "It was always so easy to find an unhappy woman... 'til I started looking for mine!" By the way, I'm shocked that nobody mentioned 'He stopped loving her today' by the great George Jones:
He said "I'll love you till I die."
She told him:"You'll forget in time."
As the years went slowly by,
She still preyed upon his mind.

He kept her picture on his wall,
Went half-crazy now and then.
He still loved her through it all,
Hoping she'd come back again.

Kept some letters by his bed,
Dated nineteen sixty-two.
He had underlined in red,
Every single "I love you".

I went to see him just today,
Oh, but I didn't see no tears.
All dressed up to go away,
First time I'd seen him smile in years.

He stopped loving her today,
They placed a wreath upon his door.
And soon they'll carry him away,
He stopped loving her today.

You know, she came to see him one last time.
Aww, an' we all wondered if she would.
And it kept runnin' through my mind:
"This time he's over her for good."

He stopped loving her today,
They placed a wreath upon his door.
And soon they'll carry him away,
He stopped loving her today.

Shosh... can you give me a sample? I'm not familiar with his stuff.

Harry... I may need the suicide hotline on speed dial after reading all this! Yikes.

Doctor Bean... I just write what pops into my head... that's what you guys asked for, right? :-)

Mirty... I love Pink Floyd, but so many of their lyrics are sarcastic and cynical ('Have a cigar') that I have trouble letting the sad ones take me away. I don't know if I expressed that well, but that's the best I can do. On the other hand, the Lucinda Williams tune was very dark... and very subtle. I'll have to look into that one.

Pearl.. At seventeen was popular when I was in 8th or 9th grade and it made the boys cry too (privately, of course). Yes, there were boy wallflowers too.

Mirty... Between the lines is in heavy rotation on my iPod because of lines like that.

Yellow Boy... You make a great point. For many of us the sadness we get from certain music is derived from where and how we first experienced it. There are a bunch of songs from my teenaged angst period that have the power to bring the tears.

Pearl... Anyone who has gone through all that doesn't need lyrics to make them cry... they likely have enough heartache that just the mention of the subject will elicit an emotional response.

Ginger... There is an expression in Hebrew, "Al Taam V'Reach, Ain Lhetvakeach!" which roughly translates as 'on taste and smell there is no [sense in] arguing'. Everyone has their own emotional triggers with music and art... I just gave an example of one song that seemed to have a very broad emotional response. When I threw out the 'double dog dare', I honestly didn't think so many people would actually rise to the challenge. In the end I'm glad they did. It's neat seeing what makes other people cry.


Jack... I'm sorry. Faith hill is just too pretty and rich to sing sad songs convincingly. It's like Olivia Newton John covering a blues tune by John Lee Hooker.

Ginger... I know what you mean. That's what happens to me too often with Hebrew songs.

Posted by: treppenwitz | Jul 20, 2005 12:43:33 AM

How about ASLEEP by THE SMITHS?

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I'm tired and I
I want to go to bed

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
And then leave me alone
Don't try to wake me in the morning
'Cause I will be gone
Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I will feel so glad to go

Sing me to sleep
Sing me to sleep
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore

Sing to me
Sing to me
I don't want to wake up
On my own anymore

Don't feel bad for me
I want you to know
Deep in the cell of my heart
I really want to go

There is another world
There is a better world
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well, there must be
Well ...

Bye bye
Bye bye
Bye ...

Posted by: asm | Jul 20, 2005 12:51:52 AM

Are sad and depressing different?

Here's a depressing song i think many people visiting this site will know. it was a hit when I was a kid and my HS students now all seem to find it anew:

Dust in Wind By Kansas

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

Posted by: rabbi neil fleischmann | Jul 20, 2005 2:14:59 AM

Rabbi Fleischmann: I love "Dust in the Wind". It reminds me of Kohelet (Ecclesiastes). Nothing is darker that realism!

Posted by: Doctor Bean | Jul 20, 2005 8:27:50 AM

David,

It is not pretty that does it for me. The words, the imagery and the feelings it evokes are enough.

I can't believe I forgot this one. It is very personal because my uncle died of AIDs, but this one always gets to me.
STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA- Springsteen

I was bruised and battered and I couldn’t tell
What I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn’t know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away
On the streets of philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of philadelphia

Ain’t no angel gonna greet me
It’s just you and I my friend
My clothes don’t fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip the skin

The night has fallen, I’m lyin’awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of philadelphia

Posted by: Jack | Jul 20, 2005 9:49:40 AM

ASM... I like that one, but it makes you reach a little bit for the real meaning. I'm not saying a song needs to hit you over the head with a shovel... but you also shouldn't need to think too hard to find the message either.
Perhaps the person who wrote the song was being deliberately vague.

Doctor Bean... There is another song that reminds me a lot of Kohelet... it was recorded by the Byrds... damn, I can't think of it! ;-)

Jack... But for that one to really get in and hurt you , you really need to know the back-story (from the film).

Posted by: David | Jul 20, 2005 1:15:26 PM

Here are two that strike a chord (pun intended) with me: "The Housewife's Lament" (but there is hope -- see the additional verses at the bottom of the page) and "The Streets of London."

Posted by: Rahel | Jul 20, 2005 2:11:47 PM

David, while driving in to work this morning, I was thinking again about your post, and turning the radio dial. "Dance with My Father" by Luther Vandross (which I gave you lyrics to yesterday)came on; at the time, I was stopped at a red light, opposite a local hospital entrance. Two years ago, my father had been taken by ambulance to that hospital, lay there in its IC ward, during the SARS crisis, and we thought he'd never come home again. Thank G-d I can say that I've gotten to "dance with my father again."

It occurred to me that it isn't always the lyrics that make a song sad or depressing, it's the associations that the song conjures up. A song does not even need lyrics to be heart-rending -- an example being the theme song from Spielberg's "Schindler's List." I cry each time I hear that haunting melody, thinking of what it represents.

Posted by: Pearl | Jul 20, 2005 4:20:56 PM

I would have written about Kohellet but it wasn't the time and since I am all about that I didn't want to cause any trouble. Sometimes this stuff is for the Byrds, Turn, Turn, Turn and all that rot.

Posted by: Jack | Jul 20, 2005 4:47:22 PM

Oh, I love "Hello In There!" I used that song as background music when I made up a slide presentation (no PowerPoint in 1984) about a home for the aged in L.A. as part of my master's program field work...... Gosh, I'm suddenly feelinng VERY old myself........

Posted by: AmyS | Jul 20, 2005 5:48:06 PM

Pearl's comment about context reminded me of this one. It also reminded me of the scene in Diner where Daniel Stern gets angry at how his wife handles his albums and explains how they're a deep oart of his life because there are so many memories connected with what was happening when he heard those songs. The following song was important to me during a relationship.


And So It Goes
Billy Joel

In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows

Posted by: rabbi neil fleischmann | Jul 20, 2005 6:38:52 PM

She's Leaving Home- The Beatles. My eyes are welling up and all I did was cut and paste this

Wednesday morning at five o'clock as the day begins
Silently closing her bedroom door
Leaving the note that she hoped would say more
She goes downstairs to the kitchen clutching her hankerchief
Quietly turning the backdoor key
Stepping outside she is free.
She (We gave her most of our lives)
Is leaving (Sacrificed most of our lives)
Home (We gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone.
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me.
She (We never thought of ourselves)
Is leaving (Never a thought for ourselves)
Home (We struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone
For so many years. Bye, bye
Friday morning at nine o'clock she is far away
Waiting to keep the appointment she made
Meeting a man from the motor trade.
She (What did we do that was wrong?)
Is having (We didn't know it was wrong)
Fun (Fun is the one thing that money can't buy)
Something inside that was always denied
For so many years. Bye, bye
She's leaving home. Bye, bye

This song means even more to me now. I hope someone else didn't already post this. I didn't have time to read all the comments.

Also I played in a Band recently that covered John Prine's Angels from Montgomery

Posted by: psychotoddler | Jul 21, 2005 2:17:54 AM

As long as I'm quoting songs about disappointing parent/child relationships, this one ALWAYS makes me cry:

Cat's in the Cradle- Harry Chapin

My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away
And he was talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
He'd say "I'm gonna be like you dad
You know I'm gonna be like you"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home dad?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

My son turned ten just the other day
He said, "Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
Can you teach me to throw", I said "Not today
I got a lot to do", he said, "That's ok"
And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah
You know I'm gonna be like him"


And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Well, he came home from college just the other day
So much like a man I just had to say
"Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?"
He shook his head and said with a smile
"What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later, can I have them please?"

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

I've long since retired, my son's moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, "I'd like to see you if you don't mind"
He said, "I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"

And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
Little boy blue and the man on the moon
When you comin' home son?
I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
You know we'll have a good time then

Posted by: psychotoddler | Jul 21, 2005 4:42:08 AM

This is neither country music, nor comparable to any of the lyrics above, but I've always found this particular song extremely sad:

Eleanor Rigby (The Beatles)

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?


Nothing like loneliness to make you really good about yourself!

Posted by: Irina | Jul 21, 2005 6:19:02 AM

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