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No Depression
by A.P. Carter

Hallelujah always hits me right in the gut.
Merely from personal experience.

Buckley more than Cohen, but both result in physical pain.

Wow.

It's one particular line.

And since I'm drunk, I'll avoid sharing too much.

"Nessun Dorma", the famous tenor aria from Puccini's Turandot.

I wasn't thinking in those terms.
I'll probably have to ammend my answer.
As soon as I figure it out.

"Dying Swan"

I took ballet for 10 years.

There is no sadder piece of music to me.

And when I picture Anna Pavlova doing it...

"When this dream is over."

-- Andy Prieboy (from the "Sins of the Fathers" CD)

Always gets me teary eyed.

DG

Tick-Tock by Jimmie Vaughan, On the Vaughan Brothers album......the song wasn't written as a sad song, but it did take on another meaning after Aug. 27, 1990.

1952 Vincent Black Lightning by Richard Thompson always does it for me. And I don't even ride.

Sad Song that Says So Much!

I was going to say anything by Britney Spears makes me weep bitterly (onacuz my ears are bleeding), but then I saw an ad on TV that's even worse.

NOOOOOOOO!

The ad says the album is from "America's favorite Regis Philbin." I didn't know they were reproducing!

Thank you.

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But you fook one... um... badger?

John Cale's version of Cohen's "Hallelujah" is quite amazing too.

"Faded Flowers" by Shriekback was one of my favorites back in the day.

"We had some good machines/But they don't work no more/I loved you once/Don't love you anymore..."

The Buckley version never really touched me. Cale's and the original Cohen version, on the other hand, would definitely be on my saddest-song-list.


(Yes, I'm one of those listers)

DCD "Wind that shakes the Barley"

Billie Holiday's "Strange Fruit"

Well, most recently - the song: "You can't stop the music" by the Village People. Really really sad and depressing. What were they thinking?

david, how's Tom Waits' Martha? ;)

Sinead doing The Foggy Dew, Cash doing The Long Black Veil and Bobby Darin doing Artificial flowers always get me weepy.

One For My Baby

There is a bagpipe song called "Highland Cathedral" that always makes me get the chills holding back a tear. I think that it's because of the associations that I get listening to it. It is such a beautiful song though.

Philippe Entremont playing the first movement of Beethoven's Sonata quasi una Fantasia Op.27 No.2. He performs the piece very slowly, almost with a rubato feel. It is one the most hauntingly beautiful pieces of music I have ever heard.

Ah -- bagpipes...

"No Man's Land" (aka "The Green Fields of France") performed by June Tabor at Passchendaele in 1992 (almost "a capella"), followed by "Flowers of the Forest".

Here's a little background and a link to No Man's Land

Don't be so darn prejudiced -- listen to the MP3 first; it's only a click away.

I shall add that No Man's Land features no bag pipes -- just a few piano notes and June Tabor. I don't think the MP3 actually includes "Flowers of the Forest".

Um, no.

Danny Boy! Of Course!!!

Um, no.

Beethoven - Piano Sonata #8 (Pathetique)

Hurt-Johnny Cash.

Insensitive xenophobic bastard.

Afraid you'd like it (as I said -- it is sans bagpipes)?

There's even the Eric Bogle version with just a guitar if you care to look (though I'm sure you'll mind the Scottish accent he hasn't shaken even after all these years in Australia).

I know:

Um, no.

Actually the saddest song is the theme from Star Trek, because when you hear it you know that somebody like this, has never kissed a girl.

Um, yes.

I think of the Scottish and from the Land of Bogs the same way that the French think of Belgians.

OK then, What about "Boulavogue".................

At Boulavogue as the sun was setting
On the bright May meadows of Shelmaliar,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbours from far and near.
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry;
"Arm, arm," he cried, "for I've come to lead you;
For Ireland's freedom we'll fight or die."

He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers;
The cowardly yeomen we put to flight.
'Twas at the Harra the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookies' regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search ev'ry kingdom that breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy from the county Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a mightly wave.

At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney
Our heroes vainly stood back to back,
And the Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy,
And open heaven to all your men;
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the green again.

That's what you think.

Even trekkies who are like the mighty squid get to kiss girls, eventually.

It all depends on who you thought was cool: Kirk, Spock, McCoy, or Scotty.

If it's Kirk, abandon all hope. You're an irritating bastard who thinks he's always right, and you're constantly nagging and waving flags. There's a future for you as president of the USA, but you'll probably be forced to marry a Texan woman who's been studying at a Methodist University; observational studies have been inconclusive, so we don't know whether you'll be allowed to kiss her.

If it's Scotty, there's hope -- he is renowned for both his drinking and his alcoholic beverage collection from all parts of the galaxy. And women like to have people around who can fix the plumbing and the electricity (once they've come to their senses, that is; it's fruitless to try buttering up to any woman younger than 25).

If it's Spock, you get to become an Übergeek, and your salary and ability to reinstall operating systems on ailing PCs may just let you kiss girls once they're forced to use computers by their wicked employers (just a foretaste of the First Circle of Hell). But first, you'll have to take up windsurfing, rock climbing, or Argentine tango, because that will allow people to meet you in circumstances in which you'll be too engrossed to display your natural (but fairly destructive) dry wit and sarcasm.

I have no personal knowledge about anyone who thought McCoy was kewl, so I'll dodge that bullet.

They make superior weopons and don't run from a fight.......

Six--

No. In fact, the Belgians have been conquered more times than CeeGee's wife at a Kiss Concert.

Belgium wasn't invaded very often -- it simply tended to pass hands. Belgium was EuroFuckyLand's pocket change when the European powers had to balance the books.

Invaded: Celts, Romans, Goths, French (revolutionary/Napoleonic France), Germans (twice). Hardly special, given these guys pretty much went everywhere.

Danes and Vikings/Normans didn't even bother to conquer.

Got Belgium thrown in their lap: Franks, French, Bourguignons, Austrians (twice), Spanish (twice), Dutch.

The title of most hated administrator goes to the Duke of Alva (a Spanish) -- ironically, the servant of a man whose father was born in Ghent.

Cut out the egregious quoting, both of you.

As a ploy to force us to read the (now ubiquitous) lyrics, it's blunt.

Unfortunately for Trekkies, giant squid is an all too common attraction.

I'm glad I didn't like the TV show enough to care about any of the characters.

Curses! Foiled again!!!

QUOTE (mattm3 @ Sep 13 2004, 05:41 PM)
QUOTE (Off. Jack Batemaster @ Sep 13 2004, 07:15 PM)
QUOTE (mattm3 @ Sep 13 2004, 04:44 PM)
OK then, What about "Boulavogue".................

At Boulavogue as the sun was setting
On the bright May meadows of Shelmaliar,
A rebel hand set the heather blazing
And brought the neighbours from far and near.
Then Father Murphy from old Kilcormack
Spurred up the rocks with a warning cry;
"Arm, arm," he cried, "for I've come to lead you;
For Ireland's freedom we'll fight or die."

He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers;
The cowardly yeomen we put to flight.
'Twas at the Harra the boys of Wexford
Showed Bookies' regiment how men could fight.
Look out for hirelings, King George of England,
Search ev'ry kingdom that breathes a slave,
For Father Murphy from the county Wexford
Sweeps o'er the land like a mightly wave.

At Vinegar Hill o'er the pleasant Slaney
Our heroes vainly stood back to back,
And the Yoes at Tullow took Father Murphy
And burned his body upon the rack.
God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy,
And open heaven to all your men;
For the cause that called you may call tomorrow
In another fight for the green again.

God grant you glory, brave Father Murphy!!!

Absafreekin-lutely - Cash ruled.