4+20 Sad Song

Probably the most depressing song of all time (IMO) HAS to be
Paul Simon's whining and moaning about a girl who broke his heart...

"I am a Rock"

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.



The original version makes me wish Paul had taken a long walk off a short pier or found a suitably tall building to step off of....

However the punk rock version of that song.....

Whole different world folks!

Me First and the Gimme Gimmes


Punk Rock covers of famous songs....what more can you say.

Try it you'll like it!


:thumbsup:

Nick
 
wow! I didn't think anybody remembered that "Sad Wings of Destiny" album. I agree... arguably one of the best HM presses of all time. I could not begin to tell you the hours I spent listening to that record in my days.
 
I think this is one of the more sad songs

Tears in Heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please

(instrumental)

Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

http://www.snopes.com/music/songs/tears.htm
 
For me it is Boston More than a feeling. It has one of the best lines in all of music in it IMO.



I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

Its more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin away

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

Its more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin away

When Im tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped awa y. she slipped away.

Its more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
till I see marianne walk away
I see my marianne walkin away
 
<a href=showthread.php?s=&postid=8049201#post8049201 target=_blank>Originally posted</a> by levon15
I think this is one of the more sad songs

Tears in Heaven
Click to expand...

How can you top a song that was written for a man's child that died an tragic and untimely death? At least as far as sad songs go....

But I got to ask Nook... Did you have a bit much time on your hands Dave? Too many brewskies? Dude, come over to my house and bring them beers with you. You need to share!

How did you come to find yourself sitting around and thinking about this? Some of you guys are making me feel old...

Howie
 
<a href=showthread.php?s=&postid=8048237#post8048237 target=_blank>Originally posted</a> by JxMetal
:lol: Everlast...........nothing else to say
Click to expand...

Hey, gimme a break, it's the only Everlast song I have! :p
 
"Being Exemplary" by Shai Hulud
For all the kids that the St. Louis public school system let fall through the cracks. I think it's sad.

And this is what shall come to pass.....
A new precept for the world to adopt,
and this is what the children shall learn...

Prepare for the lowest standard.
Rough diamonds in the palms of fools,
unable to give the crucial gift of reason.

The unwise teaching wisdom.
The absurd defining priority.
Fools - unable to give the crucial gift of reason.

What more can be expected of a child ?
Being a product of the stark worst -
it's fathers blood.

Censure rightly - make no mistake.
The ascendants - they are veritably criminal.

Fare thee well down the random path of chance.

Godspeed.

Fare thee well down the random path of change.

Godspeed.

Set sail, against the wind,
under the misguiding light of faulty beacons.

Set sail, against the wind.
With vices for virtues - Dishonor for ethics - and excess for etiquette as examples.

Such sorry examples.

and what of the children... ?

Ignorant of it's weight.
Blind to it's worth.

Something is terribly amiss,
when the beauty and the miracle of new life
is nothing but a burden.

This burden is a life.
This burden is a child.

Men without dedication - Speaking of truth and loyalty.
Women without conviction - Teaching respect and compassion.

NO.

and what of the children... ?
 
From the greatest storyteller of another time who died early.........Harry Chapin

It is an early Monday morning.
The sun is becoming bright on the land.
No one is watching as he comes a walking.
Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands.

He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus.
He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs.
The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing,
The sound of the silence when no one was there.

I didn't really know him.
He was kind of strange.
Always sort of sat there.
He never seemed to change.

He reached the catwalk. He put done his burden.
The four sided clock began to chime.
Seven AM, the day is beginning.
So much to do and so little time.

He looks at the city where no one had known him.
He looks at the sky where no one looks down.
He looks at his life and what it has shown him.
He looks for his shadow it cannot be found.

He was such a moody child, very hard to touch.
Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no.

You bug me, she said.
Your ugly, she said.
Please hug me, I said.
But she just sat there
With the same flat stare
That she saves for me alone
When I'm home.
When I'm home.
Take me home.

He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun,
He stacked up the cartridges along the wall.
He knew he would need them for his conversation.
If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all.

He said Listen you people I've got a question
You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow.
I found a way that will get me an answer.
Been waiting to ask you 'till now.
Right now !

Am I ?
I am a lover whose never been kissed.
Am I ?
I am a fighter whose not made a fist.
Am I ?
If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed.
How do I know I exist ?
Are you listening to me ?
Are you listening to me ?
Am I ?

The first words he spoke took the town by surprise.
One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye.
It blew her through the window wedged her against the door.
Reality poured from her face, staining the floor.

He was kind of creepy,
Sort of a dunce.
I met him at the corner bar.
I only dated the poor boy once,
That's all. Just once, that was all.

Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car.
Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far.
The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades.
He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle.
In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed.

He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise.
Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy.
Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls,
Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls.

Thirty-seven people got his message so far.
Yes, he was reaching them right were they are.

They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers.
They had to go and get him, that much was clear.
And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's.
In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be ?"

He was a very dull boy, very taciturn.
Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn.
No no.No no.

They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me
Stay in the bright light too long.
It's getting on noon now, it's goin to be soon now.
But oh, what a wonderful sound !

Mama, won't you nurse me ?
Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness.
Mama, it's getting worse for me.
Won't you please make me warm and mindless ?

Mama, yes you have cursed me.
I never will forgive you for your blindness.
I hate you!

The wires are all humming for me.
And I can hear them coming for me.
Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear.
Not any more though they've blasted the door.

As the copter dropped the gas he shouted " Who cares ?" .
They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs.
As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun,
With their final fusillade his answer had come.

Am I ?
There is no way that you can hide me.
Am I ?
Though you have put your fire inside me.
Am I ?
You've given me my answer can't you see ?
I was !
I am !
and now I Will Be
I WILL BE
 
And along those same lines, Harry Chapin "The Shortest Story" which tells the story of a newborns short life on earth.

I am born today, the sun burns its promise in my eyes;
Mama strikes me and I draw a breath and cry.
Above me a cloud softly tumbles through the sky;
I am glad to be alive.

It is me seventh day, I taste the hunger and I cry;
my brother and sister cling to Mama's side.
She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide;
someone weeps, I fall asleep.

It is twenty days today, Mama does not hold me anymore;
I open my mouth but I am too weak to cry.
Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky;
why is there nothing now to do but die?
 
Clark,

You forgot "Bummer", "They call her Easy" , "Woman Child" and "She was burning herself ( Her passion was her pain )"!

Harry Chapin was not only a great entertainer but an even greater humanitarian.
 
I couldn't list all his stories but these two are to me the saddest but for differant reasons.

Yeah, his stance on feeding people and what he did for it is lost in todays society
 
I am sure no one will agree but this one is as good as they come. I loved the video
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great granchildren believe
You could live to a hundred and three
A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
So Cyrus Jones lived forever

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Muriel Stonewall
1903 to 1954
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Now you should never have to watch
Your only children lowered in the ground
I mean you should never have to bury your own babies

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posey
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Little Mikey Carson 67 to 75
He rode his
Bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Ohhh, 1940 to 1992

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Feel the rain
I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Gravedigger
 
<a href=showthread.php?s=&postid=8051270#post8051270 target=_blank>Originally posted</a> by Lost Marbles
This tread needs uppers or some serious medications.
Click to expand...

I got to agree with Dave. You guys need some happy pills. Stay away from the bottle and the downers.

Making us all sad...

:smokin: :smokin: :smokin:
 
Goodbye to you my trusted friend...

we've known each other since we were 9 or 10...
together we climbed hills and trees.
Learned of love and ABC's
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun...






Sorry--can't go on. I need to go get a tissue...
 
Actually, the saddest (and perhaps cheesiest part)

Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
 
OK--I got my tears out...

Here's all the lyrics:

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach
 
You must log in or register to reply here.

Similar threads

BigEZ77
Urgent Help Requested - Wrasses Won't Come Out - CB Blue Tang Arriving Today (NO QT)
Replies
8
Views
527
rrrrob
rrrrob
Paul B
IMO How to set up a tank to stay healthy and immune
2
Replies
21
Views
2K
zappa
Z
Paul B
Why do we find this stuff so facinating?
Replies
3
Views
1K
Timfish
Timfish
K
Clean Rip Going South
Replies
10
Views
2K
Big E
Big E
W
White Mountain Floating Reef
Replies
17
Views
2K
Trevor40
Trevor40
Back
Top