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Legrandjoni
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How funny. Or not.
Muse for me too. But it is «Sing for Absolution»
Crying: No. Melancholic: For sure.
Muse for me too. But it is «Sing for Absolution»
Crying: No. Melancholic: For sure.
Mine is Fade Into You by Mazzy Star. I play in a band and a few years ago, they wanted to try to play that with one of the other guys wife singing. It had me so screwed up I couldn't play the song correctly and we ended up scrapping the song because I couldn't get it right.
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Pure Heart Break
When 'she' broke my heart into a thousands pieces, I'd listen to the following:
Rod Stewart - "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Also, from the Small Faces, and sang by Ronnie Lane, "Left on the Debris"
I drank too much Canadian Club and it wasn't enough
When 'she' broke my heart into a thousands pieces, I'd listen to the following:
Rod Stewart - "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Also, from the Small Faces, and sang by Ronnie Lane, "Left on the Debris"
I drank too much Canadian Club and it wasn't enough
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Amsterdam by Joan Baez
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So beautiful, even though I cry almost every time.
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How so?
your lover or song?
We were both in tenth grade when a young lady that introduced me to "Amsterdam." The album belonged to her older sister
your lover or song?
We were both in tenth grade when a young lady that introduced me to "Amsterdam." The album belonged to her older sister
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The lover was very beautiful, as is the song. The two are forever linked for me. The beauty of the song makes me cry, as does remembering how painful it was to lose him.
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So long ago
My lady friend and I never became lovers
Perhaps you'll enjoy this--Dirk Hamilton's "Wasn't That One Night Good"
My lady friend and I never became lovers
Perhaps you'll enjoy this--Dirk Hamilton's "Wasn't That One Night Good"
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Love Sick
Something lonesome and full of angst. Prefect for someone's heart break . . .
Cee Cee James - "Done Love Wrong"
Something lonesome and full of angst. Prefect for someone's heart break . . .
Cee Cee James - "Done Love Wrong"
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Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers.
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Glen Tipton - Sun Kil Moon
Songs about heavy metal guitarist and serial killers really get to me.
Songs about heavy metal guitarist and serial killers really get to me.
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Mark Kozelek and Desertshore - Tavoris Cloud
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06qXE-yrm5w
I miss my afternoon naps
My kitty-cat sleeping on my lap
But she died August two thousand eleven
Just got back from Norway she slipped off to kitty heaven
Last night I had to laugh out loud
When Hopkins beat Tavoris Cloud
At the age of 48
No fighter ever was that great
This morning I woke up at nine
Your body pressed hard against mine
And my mind began to race
With all the business sitting on my plate
This morning I woke up at nine
Your body pressed hard against mine
And I felt grateful for your love, and I felt grateful for your love
But at the age of 46 I'm still one fucked-up little kid
Who cannot figure anything out
Who gets upset and stomps and pouts
And at the age of 46 I'm still one fucked-up little kid
Who has my fears and has my doubts
Who has my challenges and bouts
And though I moved out here I know
I'm still that kid from Ohio
Who still has hopes and still has dreams
Who's still not learned a fucking thing
And though I moved out here I know
I'm still that kid from Ohio
Who's living in a world that I'm still getting to know
Two-thousand-twelve last July every night for a week I cried and cried
When I got the news that my old friend
Tim Mooney died
My heart dropped dead
My mind it spun
Thinking 'bout the times when we were younger
And how my band looked up to Tim
And all the guys who played with him
Sometimes I still can not believe
Tim Mooney died at 53
He seemed to be more stronger
He was too young to up and leave
Sometimes it's still hard to believe
Tim Mooney died at 53
There in Petaluma in his kitchen
Oh how his wife and daughter miss him
And at the age of 46 I'm still one fucked-up little kid
Who grew up in the sticks
Whose bad habits I can't kick
And at the age of 46 I'm still one fucked-up little kid
Who grew up in the sticks
Who has my hang-ups and my ticks
And though I live out here I know
I'm still that kid from Ohio
Still digging for something
And what I don't know
And though I live out here I know
I'm still that kid from Ohio
Still searching for something
Who still I don't fucking know
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06qXE-yrm5w
I miss my afternoon naps
My kitty-cat sleeping on my lap
But she died August two thousand eleven
Just got back from Norway she slipped off to kitty heaven
Last night I had to laugh out loud
When Hopkins beat Tavoris Cloud
At the age of 48
No fighter ever was that great
This morning I woke up at nine
Your body pressed hard against mine
And my mind began to race
With all the business sitting on my plate
This morning I woke up at nine
Your body pressed hard against mine
And I felt grateful for your love, and I felt grateful for your love
But at the age of 46 I'm still one fucked-up little kid
Who cannot figure anything out
Who gets upset and stomps and pouts
And at the age of 46 I'm still one fucked-up little kid
Who has my fears and has my doubts
Who has my challenges and bouts
And though I moved out here I know
I'm still that kid from Ohio
Who still has hopes and still has dreams
Who's still not learned a fucking thing
And though I moved out here I know
I'm still that kid from Ohio
Who's living in a world that I'm still getting to know
Two-thousand-twelve last July every night for a week I cried and cried
When I got the news that my old friend
Tim Mooney died
My heart dropped dead
My mind it spun
Thinking 'bout the times when we were younger
And how my band looked up to Tim
And all the guys who played with him
Sometimes I still can not believe
Tim Mooney died at 53
He seemed to be more stronger
He was too young to up and leave
Sometimes it's still hard to believe
Tim Mooney died at 53
There in Petaluma in his kitchen
Oh how his wife and daughter miss him
And at the age of 46 I'm still one fucked-up little kid
Who grew up in the sticks
Whose bad habits I can't kick
And at the age of 46 I'm still one fucked-up little kid
Who grew up in the sticks
Who has my hang-ups and my ticks
And though I live out here I know
I'm still that kid from Ohio
Still digging for something
And what I don't know
And though I live out here I know
I'm still that kid from Ohio
Still searching for something
Who still I don't fucking know
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Thing Of The Past - Tim Barry
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FRIL9PQgac
Two weeks without alcohol ain't hard if it weren't for these goddamn scars
and memories
And hell it helps me sleep
I cannot focus if I don't rest and if I ain't doing nothing lord I get depressed
So here's to raising hell and living cheap
Life ain't all it's supposed to be
walking floors and worrying
behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see
I've live and learned and lord I made it back
I fought three at once and they whooped my ass
but living's better when taking chances constantly
I like to get high as a mountain when I'm crumbling to my knees
And all that shit they talk it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed in this landscape huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Well if these wrinkles they are proof of age, then read them all as single days
of learning who is who and what is what
See man some may show a mask or two and base their lives on having more than you
Man that life must be lonely as fuck
You see that's not how it's supposed to be
lapping up commodities with money that you don't have or even see
I've live and learned and lord I made it back
I want nothing and that's still all I have
It's not what you make or do it's how you're living
I like to get high as a mountain when I'm crumbling to my knees
And all that shit they talk it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed in this landscape huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Small talk that shit
Well I'm going grey and I'm getting old but that don't mean I do what I'm told
In fact I've opted out, I've given up
See man money is a thing of the past
Youspend it once and it don't come back
So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small so that's what's up
This is not what it's supposed be
walking floors and worrying
it's about life and family and thinking free
I've been lit up before and bounced right back
made mistakes and learned to laugh
Tonight I'm getting drunk and simply living
I like to get high as a mountain when I'm crumbling to my knees
And all that shit they talk it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed in this landscape huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Pacing chain store floors for identity
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FRIL9PQgac
Two weeks without alcohol ain't hard if it weren't for these goddamn scars
and memories
And hell it helps me sleep
I cannot focus if I don't rest and if I ain't doing nothing lord I get depressed
So here's to raising hell and living cheap
Life ain't all it's supposed to be
walking floors and worrying
behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see
I've live and learned and lord I made it back
I fought three at once and they whooped my ass
but living's better when taking chances constantly
I like to get high as a mountain when I'm crumbling to my knees
And all that shit they talk it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed in this landscape huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Well if these wrinkles they are proof of age, then read them all as single days
of learning who is who and what is what
See man some may show a mask or two and base their lives on having more than you
Man that life must be lonely as fuck
You see that's not how it's supposed to be
lapping up commodities with money that you don't have or even see
I've live and learned and lord I made it back
I want nothing and that's still all I have
It's not what you make or do it's how you're living
I like to get high as a mountain when I'm crumbling to my knees
And all that shit they talk it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed in this landscape huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Small talk that shit
Well I'm going grey and I'm getting old but that don't mean I do what I'm told
In fact I've opted out, I've given up
See man money is a thing of the past
Youspend it once and it don't come back
So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small so that's what's up
This is not what it's supposed be
walking floors and worrying
it's about life and family and thinking free
I've been lit up before and bounced right back
made mistakes and learned to laugh
Tonight I'm getting drunk and simply living
I like to get high as a mountain when I'm crumbling to my knees
And all that shit they talk it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed in this landscape huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Pacing chain store floors for identity
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