Sad songs

[onewyteduck]

I thought, perhaps, a place for those sogns that always get you "choked up". Just posting lyrics on this one doesn't do it justice. The delivery......



Fish & Bird
(Tom Waits)

They bought a round for the sailor
And they heard his tale
Of a world that was so far away
And a song that we'd never heard
A song of a little bird
That fell in love with a whale

He said, 'You cannot live in the ocean'
And she said to him
'You never can live in the sky'
But the ocean is filled with tears
And the sea turns into a mirror
There's a whale in the moon when it's clear
And a bird on the tide

Please don't cry
Let me dry your eyes

So tell me that you will wait for me
Hold me in your arms
I promise we never will part
I'll never sail back to the time
But I'll always pretend you're mine
Though I know that we both must part
You can live in my heart

Please don't cry
Let me dry your eyes

And tell me that you will wait for me
Hold me in your arms
I promise we never will part
I'll never sail back to the time
But I'll always pretend that you're mine
I know that we both must part
You can live in my heart

[Cail]

Walk Through Fire-David Baerwald

Darling don't you ride so fast
Don't you want to try to make this thing last
Tell me how can I prove
I'd walk through fire

I know you've had a very hard time
No I don't know the facts but I've seen it in your eyes
And this much is true
I'd walk through fire for you

We both have reason to be afraid
But a choice has been made
No love is written in stone
But I'll walk through fire
Through fire
Oh--I'll walk through fire for you
Through fire
'Cos I know you'd do the same for me

Oh baby let's run away
Let's break up some other day
Write love songs and lullabies
Make love while the skies go by
I want to prove
I'll walk through fire for you

We both have reason to be afraid
But a choice has been made
No love is written in stone
But I'll walk through fire
Through fire
Oh--I'll walk through fire for you
Through fire
'Cos I know you'd do the same for me

Flame destroy a love
Flame make it stronger
Forge a blade of love
And satisfy my hunger
So we're afraid of love
I can't hide any longer
We'll find the courage as we go

Let the little boys pretend
That they're some kind of supermen
With tough talk and alibis
And flags to defend
Things too young for us to do
But I'll walk through fire for you

We both have reason to be afraid
But a choice has been made
No love is written in stone
But I'll walk through fire
Through fire
Oh--I'll walk through fire for you
Through fire
Maybe someday we'll walk through fire
Through fire
Oh--I'll walk through fire for you
Through fire
'Cos I know you'd do the same for me

[Lord Mhoram]

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave - and I'll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave - and I'll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said, "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says,
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says:
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death.

Hindley wakes and says,
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"

But this is no easy ride
For a child cries,

"Oh, find me ... find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be right by your side.
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride.
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh, you might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !"

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me!
Find me!
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh ...
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor

Suffer Little Children - The Smiths

about the Moors Murders in Manchester

[danlo]

Birds-Neil Young

Lover,
there will be another one
Who'll hover
over you beneath the sun
Tomorrow
see the things
that never come
Today

When you see me
Fly away without you
Shadow on the things you know
Feathers fall around you
And show you the way to go
It's over, it's over.

Nestled
in your wings my little one
This special
morning brings another sun
Tomorrow
see the things
that never come
Today

When you see me
Fly away without you
Shadow on the things you know
Feathers fall around you
And show you the way to go
It's over, it's over.

[sgtkafka]

When the routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways,
taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart
again (4)

Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
our respect run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
That we've kept through
our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again (4)

Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings expose?
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just can't function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart
again (4)

[danlo]

Who is that? INXS?

[sgtkafka]

Joy Division

A Whiter Shade Of Pale - Procul Harum

We skipped the light fandango,
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor.
I was feeling kind of sea-sick,
the crowd called out for more.
The room was humming harder,
as the ceiling flew away.
When we called out for a latrine,
the waiter brought a tray.

And so it was later,
as the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale.

She said there is no reason,
and the truth is plain to see.
But I wandered through my playing cards,
and would not let her be.
One of sixteen vestal virgins,
who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open,
they might just as well been closed.

And so it was later,
as the miller told his tale,
That her face at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale.

[lucimay]

The Taxi Ride
jane siberry

it's clear to me now
I understand
a jump of cards
in an idle man's hand
ohhh...you're sleeping
this is the story
of your leaving

I can't win you with reason
I can't make you agree
the way that I love you
it only makes sense
that you love me
but down through
the sad facts
I'm sifting
you did not
think this
without
help from me

I've called a taxi
it's coming at dawn
I said send the best one
it's a long, long, lonely ride
to find the perfect lover for your lover
and the morning light is breaking

I thought I heard someone screaming outside
but it was just a bus pulling away

love is a strange thing
it depends what one gives
and sometimes to give means
give someone away
ohhh ... you're sleeping
the same sad pillow
said you're leaving

I move with your breathing
I breathe with your beauty
your sweet heaviness
your deep voice your soft neck
I press my face
...did you call me?...
it's only the trees outside flailing
it's only the sirens that are wailing

hurry up driver
you're going too slow
can't you go faster
it's a long, long, lonely ride
to find the perfect lover
for your lover
and the morning light is breaking

[sgtkafka]

Kristin Hersh
A Loon

Some store
I’m not going back there anymore
Wandered in
Don’t think I’ll do that again
No I don’t think I’ll do that again

I swear
Look at me cross-eyed and I don’t know what to do
No I don’t know what to do
Crazy loon

There’s a room in his pallet
There’s a pillow for his head
Sees an offshoot in his bottle
When he wants to see me dead
Heirlooms a loon
Never thought I’d see that silly grin
Never thought I’d see that fool again
Never thought I’d love that lunatic

Nothing left to dance around
What a hero
What a black and blue bird
What a loon, a loon
What a loon, a loon

[[Syl]]

Paw
"Jessie"

Hurt the dog, get the dog, grab the dog
Scratch my ass, scratch my ears, scratch my head
Please play with me, play with me, play with me

Chorus
Awe, but Jessie
It's cold outside, and I'm not coming home
I don't know where to be, when the morning comes
and Jessie you're a good dog, please don't follow me
Just go on home

I ran away, dog tagged along
I lost the dog, it broke my heart
Please stay with me, and play with me, stay with me

Chorus

Jessie, don't follow me
Jessie, go on home

Jessie you're a good dog, such a good dog

[stonemaybe]

This song was made popular as 'Green Fields of France' performed by the Dubliners, but it was written by Eric Bogle & called 'No Man's Land', and though I've known the song all my life, when I saw him EB sing it tears were flowing! Only time that's ever happened!

Well, how'd you do, Private Willie McBride,
D'you mind if I sit down down here by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
Been walking all day, Lord, and I'm nearly done.
I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
I hope you died quick and I hope you died "clean,"
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
CHORUS:
Did they beat the drum slowly, did they sound the fife lowly?
Did the rifles fire o'er ye as they lowered ye down?
Did the bugles sing "The Last Post" in chorus?
Did the pipes play the "Floors O' The Forest"?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever nineteen?
Or are you a stranger, without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
Well, the sun's shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land;
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.

And I can't help but wonder now, Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you "the cause?"
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame,
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it's all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.

[onewyteduck]

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

[sgtkafka]

"Travelin' Soldier"

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
He's a little shy so she gives him a smile
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
And talking to me,
I'm feeling a little low
She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go

So they went down and they sat on the pier
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
I got no one to send a letter to
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you

Chorus: I cried
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
Too young for him they told her
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
Our love will never end
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
Never more to be alone when the letter said
A soldier's coming home

So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Vietnam
And he told her of his heart
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of
He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for awhile

[Chorus]

One Friday night at a football game
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
A man said folks would you bow your heads
For a list of local Vietnam dead
Crying all alone under the stands
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
And one name read and nobody really cared
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair

[Chorus]

[Chorus]

[lucimay]

bag lady
todd

Like a fly batters itself against a window
Time and again and again it senselessly blunders
Up and down the length of West Broadway
the bag lady wanders
Fifty cents rent goes pretty far
when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping,
she's not worth the bother
Sorrow, do they ever want to cry
Do they see us pass by
Where do they come from (simple answers)
Do they come falling,
falling from the sky like rain
Crawling up the basement drain
Misfits and black sheep
Former brothers, friends of mothers
There is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow
There is only now and that hardly matters
No one cares about sad old ladies
with bags full of tatters
One day it gets a bit too cold
Maybe a little too wet, maybe a little too lonely
Lifelessly she lies amidst her bag world
But maybe she's only sleeping

[The Laughing Man]

In a place you only dream of, where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains, filled my head plain as could be
As a rainbow grew around the sun, all the stars I've loved, who died
Came from somewhere beyond the scene you see, these lovely people played just for me

Now if I let you see this place where stories all ring true
Then will you let me past your face to see what's really you
It's not for me to ask this question as though I were a king
For you have to love, believe and feel, before the burst of tambourines take you there

Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone, soul and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you

Those who don't believe me, find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and know that time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them for a peace of mind
That helped me find myself amongst the music and the rhyme that enchants you there


Green Grass and High Tides, The Outlaws; as performed by The Evilohim, live at the Hile Troy Memorial Auditorium, on their LandWide Emacrimma's Mawmajamma tour at the Furl Falls Faire, last Banas Nimoram.

[sgt.null]

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord,
but you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall, the major lift;
the baffled king composing Hallelujah!

Your faith was strong but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof;
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah!

You say I took the Name in vain;
I don't even know the name.
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word;
It doesn't matter which you heard;
the holy, or the broken Hallelujah!

I did my best; it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

[Phantasm]

Marillion - Script for a Jesters tear


So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts
Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over
The game is over

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride
I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over
Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play
The game is over

I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile
To bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right my wrongs
An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream
A scream that's borne from sorrow

I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow
Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection
And examine the shadows on the other side of the morning
And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning
Promised wedding now a wake

The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry
Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why?
As you grow up and leave the playground
Where you kissed your prince and found your frog
Remember the jester that showed you tears, the script for tears

So I'll hold our peace forever when you wear your bridal gown
In the silence of my shame the mute that sang the sirens' song
Has gone solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game
But the game is over
Can you still say you love me

[sgt.null]

Trouble

( Cat Stevens )

Trouble
Oh trouble set me free
I have seen your face
And it's too much too much for me

Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You're eating my heart away
And there's nothing much left of me

I've drunk your wine
You have made your world mine
So won't you be fair
So won't you be fair

I don't want no more of you
So won't you be kind to me
Just let me go where
I'll have to go there

Trouble
Oh trouble move away
I have seen your face
And it's too much for me today

Trouble
Oh trouble can't you see
You have made me a wreck
Now won't you leave me in my misery

I've seen your eyes
And I can see death's disguise
Hangin' on me
Hangin' on me

I'm beat, I'm torn
Shattered and tossed and worn
Too shocking to see
Too shocking to see

Trouble
Oh trouble move from me
I have paid my debt
Now won't you leave me in my misery

Trouble
Oh trouble please be kind
I don't want no fight
And I haven't got a lot of time

[onewyteduck]

Pibroch (Cap in Hand)

There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley.
There's a thought in the head of the man.
Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder,
Bringing you love in the cap in his hand.
And each step he takes is one half of a lifetime:
no word he would say could you understand.
So he bundles his regrets into a gesture of sorrow,
Bringing you love cap in hand.
Catching breath as he looks through the dining-room window:
candle lit table for two has been laid.
Strange slippers by the fire.
Strange boots in the hallway.
Put my cap on my head.
I turn and walk away.