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"Fever", Peggy Lee, 1958
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At This Moment-Billy Vera
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Smoke gets in your eyes - Irene Dunne version
"Hey, don't knock masturbation! It's sex with someone I love." Woody Allen
"I am willing to admit that I may not always be right, but I am never wrong." Samuel Goldwyn
"I am willing to admit that I may not always be right, but I am never wrong." Samuel Goldwyn
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Sunshine on my Shoulders ("Sunshine in my eyes will make me cry")-- John Denver
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Michael Buble's - "Lost" ....
I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I'd only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying
I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I'd only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying
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yesterday -The Beatles
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
now it seems as though they're here to stay
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
now it seems as though they're here to stay
Alone is not always a bad place to be
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songs dont make me cry...but there is this one poem a friend wrote. gets me every time..
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Well. I'll give two songs that totally destroy me.
The Ballad of Lucy Jordan (when sung by Marianne Faithfull)
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.
Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the knight who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair ..
It beautifully captures the sadness of lost dreams exchanged for a life of quiet desperation. And it was used perfectly on the soundtracks of two of my favourite movies - Thelma and Louise and Montenegro.
Song for My Mother by Dean Friedman
In the hollow of your arms, snuggled up all safe and warm,
you used to tell me tales of unicorns and kings.
But how could I comprehend all the things you told me then
of your madness and your struggling?
And my mind would swim in fantasies, like a piece of driftwood in the sea.
I had no touchstone for reality. You were my reality.
Like a dark and unlit room or the far side of the moon,
your insanity spoke emptiness and fear.
And no matter how I tried, how I questioned and I pried,
I just could not penetrate that thin veneer.
And I know you tried to comfort me, to soothe and reassure me.
But then your strength would always fail and in it's place a silken veil.
Like a dried and wrinkled prune, A deflated toy balloon,
I came home and found you strewn across the floor.
And as they lay you on your bed I heard you say,
"If I am dead, how come it just keeps on hurting more and more?"
And you left me in the early spring. All they said was, "Mommy's resting."
And how was I to know, so young, it wasn't something I had done?
So please try and understand, I will love you as I can.
I do not blame you; you're not guilty.
But still there's no way to describe the relief I finally found
upon learning it was you, and not me, that was crazy.
It looks like nothing makes me cry like a woman who's nuts. But its a beautiful song that doesn't pull any punches about the agony of mental illness.
The Ballad of Lucy Jordan (when sung by Marianne Faithfull)
The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.
Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the knight who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her hair ..
It beautifully captures the sadness of lost dreams exchanged for a life of quiet desperation. And it was used perfectly on the soundtracks of two of my favourite movies - Thelma and Louise and Montenegro.
Song for My Mother by Dean Friedman
In the hollow of your arms, snuggled up all safe and warm,
you used to tell me tales of unicorns and kings.
But how could I comprehend all the things you told me then
of your madness and your struggling?
And my mind would swim in fantasies, like a piece of driftwood in the sea.
I had no touchstone for reality. You were my reality.
Like a dark and unlit room or the far side of the moon,
your insanity spoke emptiness and fear.
And no matter how I tried, how I questioned and I pried,
I just could not penetrate that thin veneer.
And I know you tried to comfort me, to soothe and reassure me.
But then your strength would always fail and in it's place a silken veil.
Like a dried and wrinkled prune, A deflated toy balloon,
I came home and found you strewn across the floor.
And as they lay you on your bed I heard you say,
"If I am dead, how come it just keeps on hurting more and more?"
And you left me in the early spring. All they said was, "Mommy's resting."
And how was I to know, so young, it wasn't something I had done?
So please try and understand, I will love you as I can.
I do not blame you; you're not guilty.
But still there's no way to describe the relief I finally found
upon learning it was you, and not me, that was crazy.
It looks like nothing makes me cry like a woman who's nuts. But its a beautiful song that doesn't pull any punches about the agony of mental illness.
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Hello Birmingham by Ani DiFranco gets me everytime...
hold me down
i am floating away
into the overcast skies
over my home town
on election day
what is it about birmingham?
what is it about buffalo?
did the hate filled wanna build bunkers
in your beautiful red earth
they want to build them
in our shiny white snow
now i've drawn closed the curtain
in this little booth where the truth has no place
to stand
and i am feeling oh so powerless
in this stupid booth with this useless
little lever in my hand
and outside my city is bracing
for the next killing thing
standing by the bridge and praying
for the next doctor
martin
luther
king
it was just one shot
through the kitchen window
it was just two miles from here
if you fly like a crow
a bullet came to visit a doctor
in his one safe place
a bullet ensuring the right to life
whizzed past his kid and his wife
and knocked his glasses
right off of his face
and the blood poured off the pulpit
yeah the blood poured down the picket lines
yeah, the hatred was immediate
and the vengence was divine
so they went and stuffed god
down the barrel of a gun
and after him
they stuffed his only son
hello birmingham
it's buffalo
i heard you had some trouble
down there again
and i'm just calling to let to know
that someone understands
i was once escorted
through the doors of a clinic
by a man in a bulletproof vest
and no bombs went off that day
so i am still here to say
birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
oh birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
oh birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
on this election day
hold me down
i am floating away
into the overcast skies
over my home town
on election day
what is it about birmingham?
what is it about buffalo?
did the hate filled wanna build bunkers
in your beautiful red earth
they want to build them
in our shiny white snow
now i've drawn closed the curtain
in this little booth where the truth has no place
to stand
and i am feeling oh so powerless
in this stupid booth with this useless
little lever in my hand
and outside my city is bracing
for the next killing thing
standing by the bridge and praying
for the next doctor
martin
luther
king
it was just one shot
through the kitchen window
it was just two miles from here
if you fly like a crow
a bullet came to visit a doctor
in his one safe place
a bullet ensuring the right to life
whizzed past his kid and his wife
and knocked his glasses
right off of his face
and the blood poured off the pulpit
yeah the blood poured down the picket lines
yeah, the hatred was immediate
and the vengence was divine
so they went and stuffed god
down the barrel of a gun
and after him
they stuffed his only son
hello birmingham
it's buffalo
i heard you had some trouble
down there again
and i'm just calling to let to know
that someone understands
i was once escorted
through the doors of a clinic
by a man in a bulletproof vest
and no bombs went off that day
so i am still here to say
birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
oh birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
oh birmingham
i'm wishing you all of my best
on this election day
You can’t truly call yourself peaceful unless you are capable of violence. If you’re not capable of violence, you’re not peaceful. You’re harmless.
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I'm not in love by 10cc. I have no idea why it makes me cry....probably the romantic in me trying to make a break for it.
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Love me like you used to
when our love was brand new tanya tucker
when our love was brand new tanya tucker
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song at the end of 'boys on the side' sung by whoopi goldberg as her friend and women she loves looses her fight against Aids.
://.youtube.com/watch?v=dakYbfalzr8
://.youtube.com/watch?v=dakYbfalzr8
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Broken Vow by Lara Fabian
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"The Pass" by Rush. Very sad song about teen suicide.
Success is doing what you love, and doing it so well that someone will pay you for it.
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Katy Perry - Thinking Of You
oh my god i love this song- its so sad and nice
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'A Horse With No Name' by America.
...WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MEAN???
...WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MEAN???
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Epilogue (Finale) - Les Miserables (complete symphonic recording)
It's where Valjean is about to die and the ghost of Fantine comes to him to tell him he's been granted absolution for his sins. I love the story it tells and the music is just beautiful.
It's where Valjean is about to die and the ghost of Fantine comes to him to tell him he's been granted absolution for his sins. I love the story it tells and the music is just beautiful.
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Sarah McLachlan - In The Arms Of An Angel
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'A Horse With No Name' by America.
...WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MEAN???
The imagery came from Dewey's childhood: "I had spent a good deal of time poking around in the high desert with my brother when we lived at Vandenberg Air Force Base [in California]. And we'd drive through Arizona and New Mexico. I loved the cactus and the heat. I was trying to capture the sights and sounds of the desert, and there was an environmental message at the end. But it's grown to mean more for me. I see now that this anonymous horse was a vehicle to get me away from all the confusion and chaos of life to a peaceful, quiet place."
The internet is brilliant...
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Bob Carlisle - Butterfly Kisses Lyric
as played at my nieces and friends babies funerals.
There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.
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All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
as played at my nieces and friends babies funerals.
There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.
All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
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Prince Most Beautiful Girl
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Sheesh...
Take a stupid joke and go all Google PHD...
Fine, Miss Smartypants, you put me in my place.
What song REALLY makes me cry?
Stairway To Heaven.
If I hear that piece of crud again, I swear I'll shoot myself.
(You know, I see you, searching Youtube for Led Zeppelin.
You can post it but that doesn't mean I'll play it.)
OK.
Joe Cocker's version of You Are So Beautiful To Me.
Now you've made me cry.
Happy?
Take a stupid joke and go all Google PHD...
Fine, Miss Smartypants, you put me in my place.
What song REALLY makes me cry?
Stairway To Heaven.
If I hear that piece of crud again, I swear I'll shoot myself.
(You know, I see you, searching Youtube for Led Zeppelin.
You can post it but that doesn't mean I'll play it.)
OK.
Joe Cocker's version of You Are So Beautiful To Me.
Now you've made me cry.
Happy?
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'A Horse With No Name' by America.
...WHAT THE HELL DOES IT MEAN???
The imagery came from Dewey's childhood: "I had spent a good deal of time poking around in the high desert with my brother when we lived at Vandenberg Air Force Base [in California]. And we'd drive through Arizona and New Mexico. I loved the cactus and the heat. I was trying to capture the sights and sounds of the desert, and there was an environmental message at the end. But it's grown to mean more for me. I see now that this anonymous horse was a vehicle to get me away from all the confusion and chaos of life to a peaceful, quiet place."
The internet is brilliant...
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