What song makes you feel sad when you hear it?

I don't listen to country western very often, but I heard this one and it seemed so sad.
Artist: Craig Morgan
Song : Almost Home
Lyrics Craig Morgan / Kerry Curt Phillips

Lyrics:

He had plastic bags wrapped round his shoes
He was covered with the evening news
Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands
The bank sign was flashing "5 below
It was freezing rain an spittin' snow
He was curled up behind some garbage cans
I was afraid that he was dead
I gave him a gentle shake
When he opened up his eyes
I said,"Old man are you ok?"

He said,"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree"
I was runin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home

Then he said,"I was comin' round the barn"
Bout the time he grabbed my arm
When I heard Momma holler son hurry up
I was close enough for my own nose
To smell fresh cobbler on the stove
When I saw daddy loadin' up the truck
Cane poles on the tailgate
bobbers blowin' in the wind
Since July of '55
That's as close as I've been

He said,"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree"
I was runin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home

I said,"old man you're gonna freeze to death"
Let me drive you to a mission
He said,"Boy if you left me alone
Right now I'd be fishin'

He said,"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree"
I was runin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home

Man I wish you'd just left me alone
Cause I was almost home (Almost Home)

Man I wish you'd just left me alone
I wish almost home











:(

Unless you're a hardcore CSA fan like myself, you've probably never heard it. Sadly these words sum up my life right now (going thru a painful divorce, with little/no explanation as to why from my ex-).

enjoy? :cry:

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So this is how you tell it now
Just one more event in the past
And it's almost like the memory belongs to somebody else
Whatever you say whatever you do
Don't ever attempt to deny you were the one
my partner in crime
Excuses are not alibis

This was the place
This was the time
Somethings just stay fixed in the mind
I know it's true though you doubt it now
We found the way just for a while
A shining hour

To hear the way you tell it now
I'm surprised by how little remains
And there's no doubt that in a while
The story will change once again
Whatever you say
Whatever you do
Don't ever attempt to deny
You were the one
A partner in crime
Excuses are not alibis

This was the place
This was the time
Somethings just stay fixed in the mind
I know it's true
Thought you doubt it now
We found the way just for a while
The shining hour

7 lines.

I'm tearing up right now, again. Been doing a lot of that lately... :P

What am I gonna do to make you love me.....la...la....la

My first break-up song:cry:Oh Kathy Dimichael, we could been great.:)27 years ago.

:cry:

Kathy missed out on a good thing. :)

Even though he lives near where I just moved from in CA, I never had read much about him until I heard him read some of his poetry and had a
chance to talk to him in person. He had that look of someone who had
seen life from more different angles than most people and had a knowledge and serenity from what he had seen. I read alot about him afterwards and also his friendship with Lew Welch and Philip Whalen. Some lines from a Welch poem seem very appropriate for what we've been
watching the last few years with Bush and his Repub allies:

"Those who can't find anything to live for, always invent something to die for.
Then they want the rest of us to die for it, too."

Lew Welch-'The Basic Con'.

Lew Welch is my favorite American poet. Welch and I share a birthday and both have had nervous breakdowns (what luck, huh?).

I also really dig Snyder's work. Philip Whalen is also a class act, too.

:D

So be it, I'm your crowbar
If that's what I am so far
Until you get out of this mess

And I will pretend
That I don't know of your sins
Until you are ready to confess

But all the time, all the time
I'll know, I'll know

And you can use my skin
To bury secrets in
And I will settle you down

And at my own suggestion,
I will ask no questions
While I do my thing in the background

But all the time, all the time
I'll know, I'll know

Baby-I can't help you out, while she's still around
So for the time being, I'm being patient
And amidst this bitterness
If you'll just consider this-even if it don't make sense
All the time-give it time

And when the crowd becomes your burden
And you've early closed your curtains,
I'll wait by the backstage door
While you try to find the lines to speak your mind
And pry it open, hoping for an encore

And if it gets too late, for me to wait
For you to find you love me, and tell me so
It's ok, don't need to say it . . .

so sad :cry:

Because my mother loved it and now she is gone.

A few reasons all put together. Not only was John a hero of mine, he could be a beautiful soul. He really tried to change the world and when he was coming back out of retirement I was 16 and looking forward to his return. I was devastated when he died. When I woke up the morning after he died, Shaved Fish was on my turntable from listening to it the night before. I crashed out before I heard he had been shot to death.
His assassination happened around Christmas time and when I hear this song (in December especially) it hits me with so many emotions that I get weirded out. There are some other songs that make me sad, but this one always cuts really deep. I wish he was here with us now.

So this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The road is so long
And so this is Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fights

A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

So this is Christmas
And what have you done?
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one
The old and the young

A very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

War is over!
If you want it
War is over!
Now!

Happy Christmas

I try to avoid emo music like the plague, but this is tolerable preemo.

Live like you were dyin'.

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark december;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
It’s sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries

Why did you leeeeeve me here all alone
I searched the world over and thought I found true love
You found another and thhhhhpt! you was gone

:P

It's on the soundtrack of a little known Wim Wenders film from 1991 called "Until the End of the World". To me, it's one of REM's best and obscure songs.
Here are the lyrics:

He's got his work and she comes easy
They each come around when the other is gone
Me, I think I got stuck somewhere in between
I wouldn't confide in the Prodigal Son
The die has been cast, the battle is won
The bullets were blanks, a double aught gun
I couldn't admit to a minute of fun

They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No words spoken, no need to speak

Take it, stomp twice, ring the bell
Tether that ring and phrase
Enough with the rifle and talk already
We all know what it means
Take this conversation to your great divide
I can only swallow what I ate
And I don't hate him
And I don't hate her

They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No heart broken, no need to speak

(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone

Reach for each other before you leave
Reach peace with a E-A-C
Don't threaten me with a gentle tease
Don't threaten me with angry
Please, please, please
Don't try to tell me what I am

They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No heart broken, no need to speak

(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me

(Talk to me)
Don't talk to me
(Don't talk to me)
Don't talk to me
(Talk to me)
Don't talk to me about being alone

:silly:

I think it was popular when I was a kid. Gordon Lightfoot, right?

THE WRECK OF THE EDMUND FITZGERALD

The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called ’gitche gumee’
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of november turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of november came early.

The ship was the pride of the american side
Coming back from some mill in wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for cleveland
And later that night when the ship’s bell rang
Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T’was the witch of november come stealin’.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of november came slashin’.
When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin’.
Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya.
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it’s been good t’know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they’d have made whitefish bay
If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old michigan steams like a young man’s dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below lake ontario
Takes in what lake erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of november remembered.

In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors’ cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the edmund fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call ’gitche gumee’.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of november come early!

Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin’ down through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people goin’ ’round
Everybody’s in step with the season
A child is born to a welfare case
Where the rats run around like they own the place
The room is chilly, the building is old
That’s how it goes
The doctor’s found on his welfare round
And he comes and he leaves on the double

Deck the halls was the song they played
In the flat next door where they shout all day
She tips her gin bottle back till it’s gone
The child is strong
A week, a day, they will take it away
For they know about all her bad habits

Christmas dawns and the snow lets up
And the sun hits the handle of her heirloom cup
She hides her face in her hands for a while
Says look here child
Your father’s pride was his means to provide
And he’s servin’ three years for that reason

Rows of lights in a circle of steel
Where you place your bets on a great big wheel
High windows flickerin’ down through the snow
A time you know
Sights and sounds of the people goin’ ’round
Everybody’s in step with the season

BLUE MOON REVISITED (SONG FOR ELVIS) lyrics
I only want to say
That if there is a way
I want my baby back with me
'cause he's my true love
my only one don't you see?

And on that fateful day
Perhaps in the new sun of May
My baby walks back into my arms
I'll keep him beside me
forever from harm

You see I was afraid
to let my baby stray
I kept him too tightly by my side
and then one sad day
he went away and he died

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love of my own
Blue Moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
someone I really could care for

I only want to say
That if there is a way
I want my baby back with me
'cause he's my true love
my only one don't you see?

Two days past eighteen
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
Sat down in a booth at 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 cry
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



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


I cried never gonna hold the hand of another guy
too young for him they told her
waitin' for the love of a travelin' solider
our love will never end
waitin' for the soldier to come back again
never more to be alone when the letter said
a soldiers coming -Dixie Chicks/ Home

...I really saddens me that were going through this crap again.

there's a place where the drums go martial and the rest of the instruments begin to cry as they join back in. Probably a move the Chicks picked up in Ireland, but thoroughly devastating--much like Springsteen's Born In The USA where he falls silent right after singing "they're still here, he's all gone."

Chely Wright's "The River" gets to me every time.

"Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani makes me sad for another reason.. it's a real blemish on an otherwise fun album Love, Angel, Music, Baby.

Lyrics by Neal Hagberg and Leandra Peak, music by Neal Hagberg, Copyright 1992, Uncle Gus Music (BMI).

Old Love
Chorus
We’ve got an old love,
One we never will get tired of,
One that fits us like an old glove,
One to warm the winter days,
We don’t have to say “I Love You”,
Quite as often as we used to,
Old love just goes without saying,
But we still say it anyway.

Verse 1
I met you beneath the willow, we were young, a little shy,
But we would sit and talk for hours, watch the river flowing by,
You would laugh at all my stories, then at dusk I’d walk you home,
Who’d have guessed we’d walk a lifetime, growing up and growing old.


Verse 2
We may not leave this town we live in, and life’s not as easy as we planned,
I always meant to give you diamonds, but you still wear a plain gold band,
That old river keeps on rollin’, and we don’t know just what’s in store,
But in spite of all of this, I don’t love you like I did, Oh, I love you so much more.

No contest. Only song that ever makes me sad and mad at the same time. Can't even think about it without crying. He always did it acapella. Use your favorite p2p to get the original.

If you wait for me
Then I'll come for you
Although I've travelled far
I always hold a place for you
In my heart
If you think of me
If you miss me once in a while
Then I'll return to you
I'll return and fill that space in your heart

Chorus: Remembering your touch
Your kiss
Your warm embrace
I'll find my way
Back to you
If you'll be waiting


If you dream of me
Like I dream of you
In a place that's warm and dark
In a place where I can feel
The beating of your heart

(Chorus)

I've longed for you
And I have desired
To see your face your smile
To be with you wherever you are

(chorus)

Please say you'll be waiting
Together again
It would feel so good to be in your arms
Where all my journeys end
If you make a promise
If it's one that you can keep
I vow to come to you
If you wait for me
And say you'll hold
A place for me
In your heart

Always gets to me. It just does.

That song hurts so much and she sounds so brave and funny through the pain. And it always makes me cry.

Khash.

JP
http://jurassicpork.blogspot.com

Lookin' back
on the memory of
the dance we shared
beneath the star above
for a moment- all the world was right
How could I have known
that you'd ever say goodbye?
and now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it all would end
the way it all would go
our lives
are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
but I'd of had to miss the dance

This song means so much on so many levels

is Mr Bright Side by the Killers.

It reminds me of a certain someone, if you know what I mean and I think you do.

From 1776.

About a young soldier who is dying.

--p!

Kathy Matea.....

She's pretty sappy but I just love the sentiment in this song.

It gets to me in a good way.....

Sad and happy all at once

Elliott Smith - A Fond Farewell
Ben Folds - Evaporated
Ryan Adams - Cry on Demand.... and The Bar is a Beautiful Place