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  • Posts: 0 [Deleted User]


    "You know we've made big plans
    for ten-year-olds.

    You and I."




  • Registered Users Posts: 10 Flurticia


    This broken fairytale so hard to hide,
    I still believe
    It's you and me til the end of time,
    When we collide we come together
    If we don't we'll always be apart
    I'll take a bruise I know you're worth it
    When ya hit me Hit me hard

    Biffy Clyro, Many of Horror


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 309 ✭✭Nhead


    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ta-uxOT9uXA&feature=related

    I came across this song a few years ago a guy called Gavin Bryars was working on a film, below is the story, God it gets me every time...

    In 1971, when I lived in London, I was working with a friend, Alan Power, on a film about people living rough in the area around Elephant and Castle and Waterloo Station. In the course of being filmed, some people broke into drunken song - sometimes bits of opera, sometimes sentimental ballads - and one, who in fact did not drink, sang a religious song "Jesus' Blood Never Failed Me Yet". This was not ultimately used in the film and I was given all the unused sections of tape, including this one.When I played it at home, I found that his singing was in tune with my piano, and I improvised a simple accompaniment. I noticed, too, that the first section of the song - 13 bars in length - formed an effective loop which repeated in a slightly unpredictable way.

    I took the tape loop to Leicester, where I was working in the Fine Art Department, and copied the loop onto a continuous reel of tape, thinking about perhaps adding an orchestrated accompaniment to this. The door of the recording room opened on to one of the large painting studios and I left the tape copying, with the door open, while I went to have a cup of coffee.

    When I came back I found the normally lively room unnaturally subdued. People were moving about much more slowly than usual and a few were sitting alone, quietly weeping.I was puzzled until I realised that the tape was still playing and that they had been overcome by the old man's singing. This convinced me of the emotional power of the music and of the possibilities offered by adding a simple, though gradually evolving, orchestral accompaniment that respected the tramp's nobility and simple faith. Although he died before he could hear what I had done with his singing, the piece remains as an eloquent, but understated testimony to his spirit and optimism.


  • Registered Users Posts: 232 ✭✭Teddy_Picker


    Just came across this one, it's a poem called Human Beings by Adrian Mitchell :)


    look at your hands
    your beautiful useful hands
    you're not an ape
    you're not a parrot
    you're not a slow loris
    or a smart missile
    you're human

    not british
    not american
    not israeli
    not palestinian
    you're human

    not catholic
    not protestant
    not muslim
    not hindu
    you're human

    we all start human
    we end up human
    human first
    human last
    we're human
    or we're nothing

    nothing but bombs
    and poison gas
    nothing but guns
    and torturers
    nothing but slaves

    of Greed and War
    if we're not human

    look at your body
    with its amazing systems
    of nerve-wires and blood canals
    think about your mind
    which can think about itself
    and the whole universe

    look at your face
    which can freeze into horror
    or melt into love
    look at all that life
    all that beauty
    you're human
    they are human
    we are human
    let's try to be human

    dance!


  • Registered Users Posts: 5,272 ✭✭✭Deedsie




    I posted the song already, but this video suits it better.

    Very sad.


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  • Registered Users Posts: 82 ✭✭Kaffy


    Come as you are, as you were
    As I want you to be
    As a friend, as a friend
    As an old enemy

    Take your time, hurry up
    The choice is yours, don't be late
    Take a rest as a friend
    As an old

    Memoria, memoria
    Memoria, memoria

    Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach
    As I want you to be
    As a trend, as a friend
    As an old

    Memoria, memoria
    Memoria, memoria

    And I swear that I don't have a gun
    No I don't have a gun
    No I don't have a gun

    Memoria, memoria
    Memoria, memoria
    (No I don't have a gun)

    And I swear that I don't have a gun
    No I don't have a gun
    No I don't have a gun
    No I don't have a gun
    No I don't have a gun

    Memoria, memoria


  • Registered Users Posts: 3,016 ✭✭✭lilmissprincess


    The last verse of the UP video had me crying in the middle of the computer lab in college!


  • Registered Users Posts: 38 RachyPie




  • Registered Users Posts: 11,933 ✭✭✭✭anewme


    Somebody has already quoted the Fray...

    Best line ever in a song...

    between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came.....


  • Registered Users Posts: 14,148 ✭✭✭✭Lemming



    Eric Clapton : Tears in Heaven (filmed in 1992, a year after the death of his four year old son Conor, who fell from the 53rd floor balcony of his mother's friend's apartment in NYC)



    Billy Joel: Goodnight Saigon.

    This may seem like a curious addition to this thread, but it was written after a bunch of US Marine Corps Vietnam vets asked him to write a song based on their experiences. Joel had originally refused saying he had no experience of the war, to which they replied was why he was most suitable as they could not get past the emotions of their own memories. It's quite a personal song when you look at the lyrics.
    We met as soul mates on Parris Island
    We left as inmates from an asylum
    And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
    And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives

    We came in spastic like tameless horses
    We left in plastic as numbered corpses
    And we learned fast to travel light
    Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight

    We had no home front, we had no soft soap
    They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
    We dug in deep and shot on sight
    And prayed to Jesus Christ with all of our might

    We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
    We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
    And it was dark, so dark at night
    And we held on to each other
    Like brother to brother
    We promised our mothers we'd write

    And we would all go down together
    We said we'd all go down together
    Yes we would all go down together

    Remember Charlie, remember Baker
    They left their childhood on every acre
    And who was wrong? And who was right?
    It didn't matter in the thick of the fights

    We held the day in the palm of our hands
    They ruled the nights, and the nights
    Seemed to last as long as six weeks...

    ...On Parris Island
    We held the coastline, they held the highlands
    And they were sharp, as sharp as knives
    They heard the hum of our motors
    They counted the rotors
    And waited for us to arrive

    And we would all go down together
    We said we'd all go down together
    Yes we would all go down together


    Two favourite (I have a few ... ) songs of mine because they have real meaning and soul behind them. And they're beautiful songs regardless.


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  • Closed Accounts Posts: 22,819 ✭✭✭✭g'em


    I've had this on loop for the last while - it's mega-cheesy on the one hand, but sometimes it doesn't make a difference what age you are or what stage in your life you're at, when your confidence takes a major knock it's hard not to let your insecurities get to you.



  • Closed Accounts Posts: 3,660 ✭✭✭G86


    A healthy dose of cyncism from Neil Gaiman.....


    “Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”


  • Registered Users Posts: 636 ✭✭✭cute_cow


    This is one I've been listening to for the last couple of months.
    Means a lot and love it so much




    If it’s the last thing that you do
    If it’s the last time we pull through
    And that last line back to you, can I take it?
    If it’s the last time that you read
    If it’s the last time we concede
    Can you do one last thing for me?
    Before you break it

    So hold on before it’s all gone
    It seems we’re never make this right
    If we’re going nowhere, can we stay there?
    And believe in this for one more night?
    It’s not the way we planned it
    It’s hard to understand it
    We once fell in love so fast
    If this is the last time, let the last time, last

    We could leave this all behind
    We could say we’ve found what we can’t find
    But it won’t be the last time that we cry if we fake it

    So hold on before it’s all gone
    It seems we’re never make this right
    If we’re going nowhere, can we stay there?
    And believe in this for one more night?
    It’s not the way we planned it
    It’s hard to understand it
    We once fell in love so fast
    If this is the last time, let the last time, last

    (Watch it all come tumbling down)

    Hold on before it’s all gone
    Let the colours bled until we are blind
    If we’re going nowhere, can we stay there?
    You never know what we might find
    It’s hard to understand
    Its not the way we planned it
    Love’s falling apart do fast
    If this is the last time, let the last time, last
    If this is the last time, let the last time, last

    Let this be the last time that you’ll say
    This is the last time if you stay


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 7,162 ✭✭✭Kiva.D




  • Registered Users Posts: 40,401 ✭✭✭✭x Purple Pawprints x


    I'm Yours by The Script. I love this song so much, it's kinda sad but I feel like the chorus describes me...

    "I may not have the softest touch
    I may not say the words as such
    And though I may not look like much
    I'm yours

    And though my edges may be rough
    I never feel I'm quite enough
    It may not seem like very much
    But I'm yours."




  • Site Banned Posts: 328 ✭✭michelledoh


    “They define families as two or more people, related by blood, marriage, adoption or commitment to care for one another”


    Just thought this was a nice way to consider the people you love- blood or no blood.


  • Registered Users Posts: 1,304 ✭✭✭coffeelover


    Only heard this song for the first time today <3

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7dwRiL0-JDY

    If I die Young , by The Band Perry

    Lyrics:
    if i die yound burry me in satin
    lay me down on a bed of roses
    sink me in the river at dawn
    send me away with the words of a love song
    ooh ooh ooh ooh

    lord make me a rainbow i'll shine down on my mother
    shes knows i'm safe with you and she stands under my colors
    oh and life aint always what you think it ought to be
    no it aint even grey but she burries her baby
    the sharp knife of a short life
    well i've had just enough time

    if i die young burry me satin
    lay me down on a bed of roses
    sink me in the river at dawn
    send me away with the words of a love song
    the sharp knife of a short life
    well, i have just enough time

    and i'll be wearing white
    when i come into your kingdom
    i'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger
    well i've never known the lovin of man
    but it sure felt nice when he was holdin my hand
    there's a boy here in town
    who says he'll love me forever
    who would have thought forever could be severed
    by a sharp knife of a short life
    well i've had just enough time

    so put on your best boys, and i'll wear my pearls
    what i never did is done
    a penny for my thoughts oh no i'll sell em for a dollar
    theyre worth so much more after i'm a gonner
    and maybe then you'll hear the words that i've been singin'
    its funny when your dead how people start listenin'

    if i die young burry me in satin
    lay me down on a bed of roses
    sink me in the river at dawn
    send me away with the words of a love song
    ooh ooh the ballad of a dove
    go with peace and love
    gather up your tears and keep them in your pocket
    save em for a time when your really gonna need em.
    oh the sharp knife of a short life
    well i've had just enough time
    so put on your best boys, and i'll wear my pearls


  • Registered Users Posts: 372 ✭✭Patriciamc93


    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQaM5KhndhI&feature=youtube_gdata_player

    Bruno mars - today my life begins

    Brilliant song to listen to after breaking up or at the end of an "era". :)


  • Registered Users Posts: 872 ✭✭✭micayla


    'L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.' Noah and the Whale

    'You've got more than money and sense, my friend you've got heart and you go in your own way'


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 688 ✭✭✭lalee17


    Usually not someone to pay attention to lyrics.. But Cactus by Pixies really got to me.

    It's a love song disguised in coarse, roughly recorded music, it's great. :)



    "Bloody your hands on a cactus tree, wipe it on your dress and send it to me."


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  • Registered Users Posts: 40,401 ✭✭✭✭x Purple Pawprints x


    This is a video I made of one of may favourite songs, In Loving Memory by Alter Bridge. I think everybody can relate to this song, it's about losing someone you love.



  • Registered Users Posts: 51,342 ✭✭✭✭That_Guy




    f I could I would shrink myself and sink through your skin to your blood cells
    and remove whatever makes you hurt but I am too weak to be your cure.


  • Registered Users Posts: 51,342 ✭✭✭✭That_Guy


    Another song by Brand New.



    I think it's about a guy taking advantage of a girl. He knows it's wrong, but he isn't strong enough to stop himself. Part of him is grieving that she "falls for every empty word he says".

    Part of him wants her see through gimmicks and gambits; but they're working.

    This song is fantastic. And I think part of why their singer decides not to fluctuate his tone a whole lot in this song is because it is like this feeling of numbness he gets from being able to take what he wants.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 3,660 ✭✭✭G86


    'i'm working hard on walking out
    shoes keep sticking to the ground
    my clothes won't let me close the door
    these trousers seem to love your floor...'



  • Closed Accounts Posts: 7,162 ✭✭✭Kiva.D


    ...He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

    ~ W D Auden, "Stop the Clocks, Cut Off the Telephone"


  • Registered Users Posts: 16,644 ✭✭✭✭banie01


    Kiva.D wrote: »
    ...He was my North, my South, my East and West,
    My working week and my Sunday rest,
    My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
    I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

    The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
    Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
    Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
    For nothing now can ever come to any good.

    ~ W D Auden, "Stop the Clocks, Cut Off the Telephone"

    That poem always takes me back to the weekend of April 14/15/16th 2007 :(
    I remember sitting in the waiting room of the inensive care ward of Limerick Regional waiting for my partner to die and everyone to say their goodbyes..., When my father in law started a conversation with me about the funeral arrangements :(
    He turned to me and said the 1st few lines of that poem, and then said 'I know she was even more to you Son, I'm sorry you've lost her but thanks for the life you gave her, she was happy!

    That week is a blur to me and I'll be honest its one of the few lucid memories I have of what was a nightmare time.
    I still can't believe that the man who gave me his daughter,His little girl, the apple of his eye and trusted that I'd love and look after her always, a girl who's smile was the measure of my own happiness....
    I still can't can't believe that when he knew he'd lost her, that we'd lost her... he took the time to say that to me!
    I hope I never have to find out if I'm strong enough to take his part in a similar conversation should something similar ever happen our son!
    I love my Father in Law.....
    One of the strongest men I know!


  • Registered Users Posts: 170 ✭✭Ms.Odgeynist


    Home is So Sad - Philip Larkin

    Home is so sad. It stays as it was left,
    Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
    As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
    Of anyone to please, it withers so,
    Having no heart to put aside the theft

    And turn again to what it started as,
    A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
    Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
    Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
    The music in the piano stool. That vase.


    It always reminds me of my grandmother's house, where she lived alone after raising a family of seven children.
    Very sad and very familiar.


  • Registered Users Posts: 5,272 ✭✭✭Deedsie


    banie01 wrote: »
    That week is a blur to me and I'll be honest its one of the few lucid memories I have of what was a nightmare time.
    I still can't believe that the man who gave me his daughter,His little girl, the apple of his eye and trusted that I'd love and look after her always, a girl who's smile was the measure of my own happiness....

    That's decent mate... Sorry for your loss.


  • Registered Users Posts: 780 ✭✭✭cheesefiend


    This tugs at the heart strings. I'm such a sap.



    When you can fall for chains of silver,
    You can fall for chains of gold,
    You can fall for pretty strangers
    And the promises they hold.
    You promised me everything, you promised me thick and thin, yeah!
    Now you just say, "Oh Romeo? Yeah, you know I used to have a scene with him".

    Juliet, when we made love, you used to cry.
    You said, "I love you like the stars above, I'll love you 'til I die".
    There's a place for us, you know the movie song.
    When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?


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  • Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 60,125 Mod ✭✭✭✭Wibbs


    Deedsie wrote: »
    That's decent mate... Sorry for your loss.
    +1 and he pretty much described what love is too.
    This tugs at the heart strings. I'm such a sap.
    No worries, you're among fellow saps, so sap yourself out :) Reading this thread hasn't so much been tugging at my heartstrings as playing a bloody symphony on same.

    Rejoice in the awareness of feeling stupid, for that’s how you end up learning new things. If you’re not aware you’re stupid, you probably are.



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