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Bennyboy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:18 PM
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Post some songs about Death or Dying or Murder or (you get the drift)...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSFEomvkAPQ Grateful Dead, Black Peter....


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All of my friends come to see me last night,
I was laying in my bed and dying.
Annie Bonneau from St. Angel say the weather down there so fine.

Just then the wind came squalling through the dark,
But who can the weather command?
Just want to have a little peace to die,
And a friend or two I love at hand.

Fever roll up to a hundred and five.
Roll on up, gonna roll back down.
One more day I find myself alive,
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground.

See here how everything led up to this day,
And it's just like any other day that's ever been.
Sun going up and then the sun going down.
Shine through my window and my friends they come around,
Come around, come around.

The people might know, but the people don't care,
That a man can be as poor as me.
Take a look at poor Peter, he's lying in pain,
Now let's come run and see, run and see,
Run and see, run, run and see, and see.


Some very interesting narratives at this site about this song... This one I will have played at my funeral I am sure...http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Black-Peter-lyrics-Grateful-Dead/6BBB316013BCE9E448256961000F5258b
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mix Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:25 PM
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1. Get up Jake
"...Dirty Dan he came up from Savannah,
Carried a mean streak in his eye.
Now, him and Jake both wanted Annabella,
I guess one man here has got to die.

Get Up, Jake, it's late in the mornin'
the rain is pourin' and we got work to do.
Get Up, Jake, there's no need a-dyin',
Annabelle's cryin' and it's all for you."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDgu6iE4od0
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demtenjeep Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:30 PM
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2. Living next door to Alice
Alice? Who the @#%k is Alice?
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Mr. Ected Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 06:27 PM
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54. We had joy we had fun we had Seasons in the Sun
...or Alone Again (Naturally). Everything I Own by Bread.

Pop schlop that almost make me cry everytime I hear them.
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Bennyboy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:30 PM
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4. One of my favorites>>(NT)
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mix Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:33 PM
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6. me too nt
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LeftyFingerPop Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:30 PM
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3. Annie Bonneau from St. Angel...
Benny, did you, like most of the people in my circle, used to hear this as "Anyone know, from sin and gin"?
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LeftyFingerPop Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:32 PM
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5. Little Sadie
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Bennyboy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 09:10 PM
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15. Yeah, until I posted it,
I had no idea the lyrics..
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mix Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:38 PM
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7. X - Sex and Dying in High Society
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziGkDlWQXk4

you'd do anything to stay
and keep your money boys
made of silver and gold
and keep your pekinese,
turkish cigarettes
and your lighter that looks like a gun
so you marry your daddy
with a different name

that's sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society

that pretty man of yours
the one hiding inside the director's clothes
the one who calls you dear
after banging away at you in the night
that one's just got to go
every time you look at him
you could almost fall asleep
and there's a masturbating
getting underneath your belt

that's sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society

and now you tell the maid
to burn you on your virgin back
with a curling iron
hotter than hot
you say it's good enough
you say it's good enough
you say it's good enough
you say your pain is better
than any kind of love

that's sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society
sex and dying in high society


The death of a soul, but still dying.
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Tikki Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 06:36 PM
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56. + forever because you beat me to it...
But then I was out of town...


Tikki
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Swede Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 07:42 PM
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8. Band Of Horses - The Funeral
Edited on Thu Jun-10-10 07:58 PM by Swede
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Izq-DgXB0A&feature=fvsr

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were

Ooo Ooo

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
The dead leaves, they are alive
For they don't have trees to hang their hearts

Ooo Ooo

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral
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ornotna Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 08:12 PM
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9. Iris Dement - Our Town
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Dr Morbius Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 08:14 PM
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10. Time takes a cigarette. Puts it in your mouth.
You pull on a finger, and then another finger, then the cigarette.
The waterwall is calling; it lingers, and then you forget.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jg4ekLG9Zo

You're not alone!
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Prisoner_Number_Six Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 08:16 PM
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11. Traffic - John Barleycorn Must Die
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IcyPeas Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:27 PM
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50. And When I Die - Blood, Sweat & Tears
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Jade Fox Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 08:19 PM
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58. And When I Die - Laura Nyro
Edited on Fri Jun-11-10 08:21 PM by Jade Fox
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GCP Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 08:40 PM
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12. Don't Fear the Reaper
Blue Oyster Cult

All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet
40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness
Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
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mcctatas Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 08:47 PM
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13. Violent Femmes...
Country Death Song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lwj5_SNWYc8

I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Well, I'm a thinkin' and thinkin', 'til there's nothin' I ain't thunk.
Breathing in the stink, 'til finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
Come little daughter, I said to the youngest one,
Put your coat on, we'll have some fun.
We'll go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caverns.
We'll go out tonight, we'll go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said make a wish, make sure and not tell and
close you're eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
I gave her a push, I gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love.
I threw my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
Gather round boys to this tale that I tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
It's guaranteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.
Don't speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
I'm going out to the barn, with a never stoppin' pain!
I'm going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame.
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Mopar151 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 11:22 AM
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34. Excellent choice
Gives me the heebie-jeebies...
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snailly Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 08:57 PM
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60. That is one fucked up song there
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pokerfan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 09:04 PM
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14. Folsom Prison Blues
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IcyPeas Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:30 PM
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51. Knock Knock Knockin' on Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan
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AllenVanAllen Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 09:26 PM
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16. Into the West


performed by Annie Lennox from the The Return of the King Soundtrack

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgcoBKWTW14


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greendog Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 09:26 PM
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17. Louis Collins
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Orrex Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 09:45 PM
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18. Murder Ballads -- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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bluesbassman Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 11:07 PM
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19. Son House - Death Letter Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jN5vqEyV7g

I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
"Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead"
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
"Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead"

I grabbed my suitcase, I took off, up the road
I got there, she was laying on the cooling board
I grabbed my suitcase, I took on up the road
I got there, she was laying on the cooling board

Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face
Good old gal, you got to lay here till Judgment Day
I walked up close, and I looked down in her face
Yes, been a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day

Oh, my woman so black, she stays apart of this town
Can't nothin' "go" when the poor girl is around
My black mama stays apart of this town
Oh, can't nothing "go" when the poor girl is around

Oh, some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad (note 1)
It's the worst old feelin' that I ever had
Some people tell me the worried blues ain't bad
Buddy, the worst old feelin', Lord, I ever had

Hmmm, I fold my arms, and I walked away
"That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday"
I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away
Say, "That's all right, mama, your trouble will come someday"
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mitchum Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 04:39 PM
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43. That's the best one of all
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Sebastian Doyle Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 11:13 PM
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20. Public Image Limited - SWAN LAKE aka Death Disco
SWAN LAKE aka Death Disco
(Lydon)

Seeing in your eyes
Words can never say the way
Told me in your eyes
Final in a fade
Never no more hope away
Final in a fade
Seeing in your eyes
Seeing in your eyes
Never really know
Never realise
Silence in your eyes
Silence in your eyes
Never really know
Til its gone away
Never realise
The silence in your eyes
Seen it in your eyes
Seen it in your eyes
Never no more hope away
Final in a fade
Watch her slowly die
Saw it in her eyes
Choking on a bed
Flowers rotting dead
seen it in her eyes
Ending in a day
Silence was a way
Seeing in your eyes
Seeing in your eyes
Seeing in your eyes
I'm seeing through my eyes
Words cannot express
Words cannot express


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOU6_JKL9r0
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Rhythm Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Thu Jun-10-10 11:31 PM
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21. "Behind the Wall" - Tracy Chapman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iUoqTaowaI

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all

And when they arrive
They say they can't interfear
With domestic affairs
Between a man and his wife
And as they walk out the door
The tears well up in her eyes

Last night I heard the screaming
Then a silence that chilled my soul
Prayed that I was dreaming
When I saw the ambulance in the road
And the policeman said
"I'm here to keep the peace.
Will the crowd disperse?
I think we all could use some sleep."

Last night I heard the screaming
Loud voices behind the wall
Another sleepless night for me
It won't do no good to call
The police
Always come late
If they come at all
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flvegan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 12:39 AM
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22. Jason Isbell/DBT does "Dress Blues"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJb1_EGnapY

What can you see from your window?
I can't see anything from mine.
Flags on the side of the highway
and scripture on grocery store signs.
Maybe eighteen was too early.
Maybe thirty or forty is too.
Did you get your chance to make peace with the man
before he sent down his angels for you?

Mamas and grandmamas love you
'cause that's all they know how to do.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.

Your wife said this all would be funny
when you came back home in a week.
You'd turn twenty-two and we'd celebrate you
in a bar or a tent by the creek.
Your baby would just about be here.
Your very last tour would be up
but you won't be back. They're all dressing in black
drinking sweet tea in styrofoam cups.

Mamas and grandmamas love you.
American boys hate to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.

Now the high school gymnasium's ready,
full of flowers and old legionnaires.
Nobody showed up to protest,
just sniffle and stare.
But there's red, white, and blue in the rafters
and there's silent old men from the corps.
What did they say when they shipped you away
to fight somebody's Hollywood war?

Nobody here could forget you.
You showed us what we had to lose.
You never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.

No, no you never planned on the bombs in the sand
or sleeping in your dress blues.
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unpossibles Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 12:43 AM
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23. Vincent Black Lightning - Richard Thompson
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av8rdave Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 04:56 AM
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24. Jimi Hendrix Hey Joe
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mBjG9chIFw

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand

I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
I'm going down to shoot my old lady
You know, I've caught her messin' around with another man
And that ain't too cool

Hey Joe, I've heard you shot your woman down,
shot her down, now
I said I've heard you shot your old lady down,
You shot her down to the ground

Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught her messin' round, messin' round town
Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught my old lady messin' around town
And I gave her the gun
I SHOT HER!

Hey Joe, alright
Shoot her one more time, baby

Hey Joe, said now
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna run to?
Hey Joe, I said where you gonna run to now?
Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it

I'm goin' way down south,
Way down to Mexico way
Alright!
I'm goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me

Ain't no hangman gonna,
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey Joe, you better run on down
Good by everybody
Hey Joe, uhh
Run on down
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Richardo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:14 AM
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25. Psycho Killler
Qu'est que c'est?
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redqueen Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 12:05 PM
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36. fa fa fa FA fa
fa fa fa FA fa


I think I'll learn to play that this weekend. Thanks for the inspiration.
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AllenVanAllen Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:33 AM
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26. In the Backseat
by Arcade Fire

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsmEMk2QOnM


My family tree's losing all its leaves, crashing towards the driver's seat,
the lightning bolt made enough heat to melt the street beneath your feet.

Alice died in the night, I've been learning to drive.
My whole life, I've been learning.


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LeftishBrit Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 06:03 AM
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27. Willie Taylor (version sung by June Tabor)
Edited on Fri Jun-11-10 06:06 AM by LeftishBrit
Willie Taylor

Willie Taylor, youthful lover,
Full of love and loyalty,
Just as he was about to get married
Pressed he was, and sent to sea.

Chorus:
Ride the ring
Rattle-de-ho
Rattle-diddle-day-te
Rattle-diddle-day

She dressed herself in man's apparel,
Went by the name of Richard Carr.
Pretty little fingers all red and rosy
All bedaubed with pitch and tar.

Chorus

One day in the heat of battle,
Shot and shell were flying there,
Silver button flew off her waistcoat
Left her lily-white breast quite bare.

Chorus

Then up stepped her bold commander,
Says "Fair maid what brought you here?"
"Come in search of Willie Taylor,
"Who was pressed from me last year."

Chorus

"Come in search of Willie Taylor,
"Willie Taylor, he's not here.
"I do hear he lately got married
"To some lovely lady fair."

Chorus

"If you rise early in the morning,
"Just before the break of day,
"There you'll see your Willie Taylor
"Walking out with his lady gay."

Chorus

She rose early in the morning,
Just before the break of day.
There she spied her Willie Taylor
Walking out with his lady gay.

Chorus

She's called for a brace of pistols,
Which were brought at her command.
Fired and shot her false Willie
And the bride at his right hand.

Chorus

Come all you young men, pay attention,
Don't play tricks on your young wives.
Willie got shot and Polly got drownded.
That was the end of both their lives.
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Bossy Monkey Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 06:36 AM
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28. Well, there's "Murder" and "Dead"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=duu1s3qA2l8
ARTIST: David Gilmour
TITLE: Murder

Some of them standing, some were waiting in line
As if there was something that they thought they might find
Taking some strength from the feelings that always were shared
And in the background, the eyes that just stared

What was it brought you out here in the dark
Was it your only way of making your mark
Did you get rid of all the voices in your head
Do you now miss them and the things that they said

On your own admission you raised up the knife
And you brought it down ending another man's life
When it was done you just threw down the blade
While the red blood spread wider like the anger you made

I don't want this anger burning in me
It's something from which it's so hard to be free
But none of the tears that we cry in sorrow or rage
Can make any difference, or turn back the page

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWwYEuHOPIU
They Might Be Giants Dead Lyrics

I returned a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidently taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself

Did a large procession wave their (Did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance?)

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over)
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

I will never say the word
"Procrastinate" again; I'll never
See myself in the mirror with my eyes closed
I didn't apologize for
When I was eight and I made my younger brother
Have to be my personal slave

Did a large procession wave their (Did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance?)

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over)
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

(So) So I won't
(Sit) sit at home
(And) anymore
(And) and you won't
(And) see my head in
(And) the window
(And) and I won't
(And) be around
(And) ever anymore
(And) and I'll be up there on the wall at the store

I returned a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf
Before the expiration date
I came back as a bag of groceries
Accidentally taken off the shelf
Before the date stamped on myself

Did a large procession wave their (Did a)
Torches as my head fell in the basket, (large pro-)
And was everybody dancing on the casket? (cession dance?)

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over)
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do

Now it's over I'm dead and I haven't done anything that I want (now it's over)
Or, I'm still alive and there's nothing I want to do



For death, dying and murder songs by the Grateful Dead, I'd go with "Me and My Uncle."
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Joe Fields Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 09:15 AM
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29. D.O.A. by Bloodrock
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edbermac Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 09:34 AM
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30. She Said She Said


She said I know what it's like to be dead
I know what it is to be sad
And she's making me feel like I've never been born

I said who put all the things in your head
Things that make me feel that I'm mad
And you're making me feel like I've never been born

She said you don't understand what I said
I said no, no, no you're wrong
When I was a boy, everything was right
Everything was right

I said even though you know what you know
I know that I'm ready to leave
'Cause you're making me feel like I've never been born

She said you don't understand what I said
I said no, no, no you're wrong
When I was a boy, everything was right
Everything was right

She said
I know what it's like to be dead
I know what it is to be sad
I know that it's like to be dead
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MissMillie Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 10:55 AM
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31. Goodbye Earl
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hobbit709 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 11:04 AM
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32. Moby Grape-Murder In My Heart for The Judge
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Mopar151 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 11:20 AM
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33. Stevie Ray - Boot hill
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redqueen Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 11:59 AM
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35. Gravenhurst - Animals
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bycs7KG2y_E&translated=1

they descend upon the city like flies
spraying their eggs into a dead dog's eyes
it's England on a Saturday night
I wish I could be like them and I try
but I find it more rewarding to walk along the river
picturing my body discarded in the water
I wonder who will do it and I wonder what they're doing right now
they opened up the sewers tonight
animals caged in their appetites
let loose upon the passer-by
and people like me are just parasites
take me to the river
I want to feel the water
closing in and helpless as you're pushing my head under
I wonder if you'll do it and I wonder what you're doing right now
at four am you're lying right there
with urine and wine dried in your hair
I take you to the river
I want to show you something
I'm making a map from all the flowers I'm collecting
I wonder if I'll do it and I wonder what I'm doing right now
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Bennyboy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 01:48 PM
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37. Dire Wolf..>Grateful Dead....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IcgypdPbaA


In the timbers to Fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was "Come on in".
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire.
Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.
No, no, no don't murder me. I beg of you,
Don't murder me. Please, don't murder me.

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Bennyboy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 01:54 PM
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38. More Dead: China Doll (achingly beautiful....)
Old school video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gyq9NtRMrk0



A pistol shot, at five o'clock, the bells of heaven ring,
tell me what you done it for, No I won't tell you a thing.
Yesterday I begged you before I hit the ground,
all I leave behind me is only what I found.

If you can abide it, let the hurdy-gurdy play,
stranger ones have come by here before they flew away.
I will not condemn you nor yet would I deny,
I would ask the same of you, but failing, will not die.

Take up your china doll, take up your china doll,
it's only fractured and just a little nervous from the fall.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la.


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SteppingRazor Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 02:22 PM
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39. There's soooooooo many, but "Delia's Gone" by Johnny Cash popped into my head first.
To me, it's the ultimate murder ballad:

Delia, oh, Delia Delia all my life
If I hadn't have shot poor
Delia I'd have had her for my wife
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

I went up to Memphis
And I met Delia there Found her in her parlor
And I tied to her chair
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

She was low down and trifling
And she was cold and mean
Kind of evil make me want to Grab my sub machine
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

First time I shot her I shot her in the side
Hard to watch her suffer
But with the second shot she died
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

But jailer, oh, jailer Jailer,
I can't sleep 'Cause all around my bedside
I hear the patter of Delia's feet
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone

So if you woman's devilish
You can let her run
Or you can bring her down and do her
Like Delia got done
Delia's gone, one more round Delia's gone
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snooper2 Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 02:35 PM
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40. Only One song fits this- Bone Thugs N Harmony - Mo Murda
Edited on Fri Jun-11-10 02:36 PM by snooper2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4M8022TsYw

"Mo' Murda"


Mo murda mo murda
Come come again




Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes,
Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden
Nigga you was off inna my hood?
I'm a, real thuggish nigga,
So a, I would have to kill ya so die,
Popped off to the coffin,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
Nigga got ta fucked up bang
Taking no shorts so fuck ya man,
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain,
Hey we slay niggas who think we play,
Nigga, me deadly wid the gun,
Machete be dipped in rum,
Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said,
Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
We coming to serve ya,
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda





Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs,
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
Eighty eight to the ten five,
Them killas be pumpin' them slugs,
Niggas be fiendin' me daily,
Me silence me twelve guage eruption,
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind,
Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
My twelve guage just so forceful,
So playa hate when I'm in ya town
The nigga me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas,
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas,
Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now,
Put 'em on the ground, lay down,
Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya,
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda mo murda





Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies fucked up,
Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
Nigga wanna die when fuckin' wid,
Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch,
Now you wanna catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang,
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier
Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five five,
I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite,
You don't wanna hear that glock pop,
When the glock pop pop don't stop,
We all about murda mo,
Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
We straight from Cleveland,
Clack back nigga ya bleeding,
You don't wanna fuck wid Bone,
Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone
If you wanna die bye,
See you in the gutter let mama cry,
Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump,
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda





Eternally thugstas die,
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies,
And I, rolling wid my killas,
And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie,
Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
Kill y'all, put 'em in the river,
Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off inna the coffin,
Ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions,
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing,
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang,
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
You know, nigga we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane,
When I put one to your temple,
Mo murda then blow out ya brain

Mo murda mo murda
Come come again,
Come bloody murda
<'til fade>
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mikeytherat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 02:47 PM
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41. "The Murder of Two Men by a Kid in Lemon-colored Gloves" - Kenneth Patchen
The murder of two men by a kid in lemon-colored gloves...

Wait.

Wait.

W a i t.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.


NOW.

mikey_the_rat
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deutsey Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 02:51 PM
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42. Not a song per se, but: Great Gig in the Sky by Pink Floyd n/t
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Danmel Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 04:44 PM
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44. Down By the River- Neil Young
"Down By The River"

Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.

Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

You take my hand,
I'll take your hand
Together we may get away
This much madness
is too much sorrow
It's impossible
to make it today.

Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

Be on my side,
I'll be on your side,
baby
There is no reason
for you to hide
It's so hard for me
staying here all alone
When you could be
taking me for a ride.

Yeah, she could drag me
over the rainbow,
send me away
Down by the river
I shot my baby
Down by the river,
Dead, oh, shot her dead.

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alfredo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:12 PM
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45. "Heated Pool And Bar" John Vanderslice video included
Edited on Fri Jun-11-10 05:20 PM by alfredo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORN3efMhTiU

my cousin is in columbia
hunting down the rebels
over fields of bright and shiny coca

over the jungle floor
one-handing a 32
he says: “bring her down low now, I'm ready to go.�

“I hunt kids in camouflage
rain down bullets in flight, white light,
barefoot boys run for your lives.�

but you can't be nice
you put your gun to their head
and you pull back the pin
and you can't be good

my friend is based in afghanistan
he goes from cave to cave and pulls the trigger
at the first sight of a man

it's total anarchy
shooting tracer bullets at night
a high and holy patrol into poppy fields

but you can't be good
you hold up the bloody knife
and let it shine in the sun
you gotta be everywhere

I'm a guard in guantanamo
I bring the prisoners in
the hoods come off and torture slowly begins

the screams I've overheard
it'd fuck up a weaker man
but I'm cold, I'm so untouchable

and you can't be nice
I got a flak jacket
on my soul with me tonight
and you can't be good
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alfredo Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:17 PM
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46. "Everything Changed" John Vanderslice
"Everything Changed"

I heard the sound,
dull smash of shatterproof glass,
everything stopped in the parking lot,
for a little girl face down on the ground,
we all knew that she gone,
all came near, no nothing was said,
I had never seen somebody dead,

for me everything changed

understand I was very high,
I just quit my job, no I just got fired
the day she died for me everything changed
could've been the shame of not even trying,
could've been the blood in her matted hair,
or how regrets of the dying are added to the air

for me everything changed
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IcyPeas Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:22 PM
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47. Norman Greenbaum - Spirit in the Sky (that's where I'm gonna go when I die..)
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S n o w b a l l Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:23 PM
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48. Gloomy Sunday
Billie Holiday

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=48cTUnUtzx4


Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will
never awaken you
Not where the black coach
of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
ever returning you
Would they be angry
if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday!

Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have
decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
and prayers that are said,
I know, but let them not weep,
let them know
that I'm glad to go

Death is no dream,
for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my
soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
asleep in the deep of
my heart dear

Darling I hope that my dream
never haunted you
My heart is telling you
how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday


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Lindsey Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:24 PM
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49. Smoking Gun - Robert Cray n/t
Edited on Fri Jun-11-10 05:25 PM by Lindsey
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CreekDog Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 05:49 PM
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52. Secret Separation by the Fixx
when this came out in the 80's, I had no idea what the lyrics were about.
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hippywife Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 06:01 PM
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53. Keep Me in Your Heart by Warren Zevon
His version of Dylan's Knocking on Heaven's Door breaks me up, too. :cry:

Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath
Keep me in your heart for a while
If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
Keep me in your heart for a while


When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
Keep me in your heart for a while
There's a train leaving nightly called when all is said and done
Keep me in your heart for a while

{Refrain}
Sha la, la-la-la, la-la-li, li, lo
Keep me in your heart for a while
Sha la, la-la-la, la-la-li, li, lo
Keep me in your heart for a while

Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house
Maybe you'll think of me and smile
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while

Hold me in your thoughts, take me to your dreams
Touch me as I fall into view
When the winter comes keep the fires lit
And I will be right next to you



Engine driver's headed north to Pleasant Stream
Keep me in your heart for a while
These wheels keep turning but they're running out of steam
Keep me in your heart for a while

{Refrain}

Keep me in your heart for a while

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Blue_In_AK Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Jun-12-10 04:14 AM
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61. That's such a sad song.
That whole album kind of depresses me.
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hippywife Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Jun-12-10 11:01 AM
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64. It was such a sad time.
You got to hand it to him, though. Knowing he was dying, he made the best use of his time he possibly could have, I think.

:hi:
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Tikki Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 06:35 PM
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55. Ghost on the Highway....Gun Club
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mitchum Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Jun-12-10 12:32 PM
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66. Hell yes
rest in peace JLP
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S n o w b a l l Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 06:57 PM
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57. Freddies Dead - Curtis Mayfield
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9nwcpGZE6A



Freddies dead
That's what I said
Let the man rap a plan
Said he'd send him home
But his hope was a rope
And he should've known
It's hard to understand
There was love in this man
I'm sure all would agree
That his misery was his
Woman and things
Now Freddie's dead
That's what I said

Everybody's misused him
Ripped him up and abused him
Another junkie plan
Pushin' dope for the man
A terrible blow
But that's how it goes
A freddies on the corner now
If you wanna be a junkie, wow
Remember freddies dead

We're all built up with progress
But sometimes I must confess
We can deal with rockets and dreams
But reality, what does it mean
Ain't nothing said
'Cause freddies dead


All I want is some peace of mind
With a little love I'm trying to find
This could be such a beautiful world
With a wonderful girl
Ooh, I need a woman, child
Don't wanna be like freddie now
'Cause freddies dead

If you don't try
You're gonna die

Why can't we brothers
Protect one another
No one's curious
And it makes me furious
Don't be misled
Just think of Fred

Everybody's misused him
Ripped him up and abused him
Another junkie plan
Pushin' dope for the man
A freddies on the corner now
If you wanna be a junkie, why
Remember freddies dead
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Freddies dead
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hibbing Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Fri Jun-11-10 08:50 PM
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59. Not Dark Yet - Bob Dylan
Hi,
The sad melody of this song I find quite powerful, excellent production.

I was born here and I’ll die here against my will
I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still
Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb
I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from
Don’t even hear a murmur of a prayer
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

Peace
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Skip Intro Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Jun-12-10 04:32 AM
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62. Metallica does death pretty well: "Flash before my eyes, Now it's time to die..."
Edited on Sat Jun-12-10 04:36 AM by Skip Intro
One example:

Guilty as charged
But damn it, it ain't right
There's someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me

Who made you God to say?,
I'll take your life from you

Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginning of the end
Sweat, chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
Consciousness my only friend

My fingers grip with fear
What am I doing here?

Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain


Someone help me
Oh please, God help me
They're trying to take it all away
I don't want to die

(SOLO)

Time moving slow
The minutes seem like hours
The final curtain call I see
Im through with this
Just get it over with
If this is true, just let it be

Wakened by a horrid scream
Freed from this frightening dream

Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the pain
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The Magistrate Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Jun-12-10 04:38 AM
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63. And It Is Such a Rollicking Tune, Too....
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jotsy Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Jun-12-10 11:32 AM
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65. The Children's Crusade
There are two videos here of the same song from Sting's first solo album Dream of the Blue Turtles, the first includes only lyrics, the second has heart breaking and graphic imagery to illustrate, which some may not be up for, I'd be among you, hence the choice.

<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LuzArzrLXQQ&feature=related>

<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHmksPW2k8g&feature=related>


While I'm here as long we're talking songs we'd want played at our own funerals.

<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IU1rZa8Ur_Q&feature=related>
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Mad_Dem_X Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Jun-12-10 08:33 PM
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67. Ozzy - "See You On the Other Side"
Voices, A Thousand, Thousand Voices
Whispering, The Time Has Passed For Choices
Golden Days Are Passing Over, Yeah

I Can't Seen To See You Baby
Although My Eyes Are Open Wide
But I Know I'll See You Once More

When I See You, I'll See You On The Other Side
Yes, I'll See You, I'll See You On The Other Side

Leaving, I Hate To See You Cry
Grieving, I Hate To Say Goodbye
Dust And Ash Forever, Yeah

Though I Know We Must Be Parted
As Sure As Stars Are In The Sky
I'm Gonna See You When It Comes To Glory

And I'll See You, I'll See You On The Other Side
Yes, I'll See You, I'll See You On The Other Side

Never Thought I'd Feel Like This
Strange To Be Alone, Yeah
But We'll Be Together
Carved In Stone, Carved In Stone, Carved In Stone

Hold Me, Hold Me Tight I'm Falling
Far Away, Distant Voices Calling
I'm So Cold, I Need You Darling, Yeah

I Was Down, But Now I'm Flying
Straight Across The Great Divide
I Know You're Crying, But I'll Stop You Crying

When I See You I See You On The Other Side
Yes, I'll See You, See You On The Other Side
I'm Gonna See You, See You On The Other Side
God Knows I'll See You, See You On The Other Side, Yeah

I'll See You, See You On The Other Side
I'm Gonna See You, See You On The Other Side
God Knows I'll See You, See You On The Other Side, Yeah
I Wanna See You, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, See You On The Other Side
God Knows I'll See You, See You On The Other Side
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