What Songs Make You Sad

[Parche]

[Jeff In Milwaukee]

1. Hail to the Chief...

[Deep13]

3. Whoa! Knocked it out of the park!

Beat me to it.

[ohiosmith]

2. Do Wah Diddy Diddy

[Turbineguy]

4. Requiem

any one will do.

[edbermac]

5. Imagine

[RebelOne]

6. "I Will Wait For You" from "The Umbrellas of Cherbourg."

[soleft]

7. I coudn't even listen to Tears in Heaven for years after it came out

[SallyMander]

8. Amazing Grace

mainly cuz i only hear it at funerals :(

[ghostsofgiants]

9. Just about anything I hear on the radio.

[Tommy_Carcetti]

10. "Hurt", any version

I used to think no song could ever be any more depressing than "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails, until I heard the song "Hurt" by Johnny Cash. Then I thought no song could ever be any more depressing than "Hurt" by Johnny Cash, until I heard the song "Hurt" by Kermit the Frog:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=57ta7mkgrOU

[lost-in-nj]

11. can't cry hard enough

by the Williams Brothers...


nero

:hi:

lost

[Vanje]

12. I cried for 4 years when I heard.....

....My Love for you is Deader than Downtown

[Swede]

13. Shannon.

Reminds me of all my doggies I've lost over the years.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VESx0tpTL5I

Another day is at end
Mama says she's tired again
No one can even begin to tell her
I hardly know what to say
But maybe it's better that way
Is papa were here?

I'm sure he'd tell her
Shannon is gone
I hope she's drifting out to sea
She always loved to swim away
Maybe she'll find an island
With a shady tree
Just like the one in our backyard
Mama tried hard to pretend
things would get better again
Somehow she's keeping
It all inside her
But finally the tears fill our eyes
And I know that somewhere tonight
She knows how much we really miss her

[sakabatou]

14. OK

"Is it Real?" by Scott Matthew
"Be Human"by Scott Matthew
"Call me, Call me" by Steve Conte

[Rabrrrrrr]

15. Pop songs make me sad, because they remind me I live in a cultural wasteland/shithole.

[MissMillie]

16. Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word

If These Walls Could Speak
Coming Up Close

[LadyoftheRabbits]

17. Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx

I'd even bawl as a child if that came on the radio. :(

[SteppingRazor]

18. "And the Band Played Waltzing Matlida"

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll come-a-waltzing Matilda with me?