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saddest song you ever heard?

Song to the Siren - This Mortal Coil
Under the Ivy - Kate Bush
When it's Cold - Moby
Time - Tom Waits

Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again

Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time
And it's time time time that you love
And it's time time time
 
Happiness is a sad song, so said Charlie Brown. There have been, over the years, many sad songs that have been a great comfort to me. One of them is:

Honey Come Back, by Glen Campbell

Honey come back, I just can't stand
Each lonely day's a little bit longer
Than the last time I held you
Seems like a hundred years ago
Back to his arms that never know
The joy of love that used to taste like
Honey come back where you belong, to only me

 
*hugs* welcome back Stevie.

Regina Spektor - Braille
She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks
she hadn't been a virgin and he hadn't been a god
so she names the baby Elvis
to make up for the royalty he lacked

And from then on it was turpentine and patches
from then on it was cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

And it was raining cats and dogs out side of her window
And she knew they were destined to become
sacred road kill on the way
And she was listening to the sound of heavens shaking
thinking about puddles, puddles and mistakes

Cause it's been turpentine and patches
It's been cold, cold Campbell's from the can
And they were just two jerks playing with matches
Cause that's all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune
she thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon
she was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin
saying why don't I begin again
with turpentine and patches
with cold, cold Campbell's from the can
after all I'm still a jerk playing with matches
it's just that he's not around to play along
I'm still an ass hole playing with candles
Blowing out wishes blowing out dreams
Just sitting here and trying to decipher
what's written in Braille upon my skin...
 
I love sad songs, I don't know why, I think it is because sadness/sorrow is/are such strong emotion(s), and easily take over. In addition, they are familiar, and there is always comfort in the familiar.

I have many, but currently some favorites are
Bad Diary Days and June 18, 1976 by Pedro the Lion
Not a Friend by Sebadoh
My Darling by Wilco
and pretty much any Bright Eyes song....

"June 18, 1976" By Pedro the Lion

You were born in KC, Missouri
To a girl who wasn't married
After your birth she brought you to the nursery
Kissed your head and told you not to worry
And the quitely she turned and slipped away

In the elevator her heart began to pound
To the rooftop, in her slippers, and her gown
On the edge, she took one last look around
Then closed her eyes and pushed away

Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
So gracefully

Twelve flights down, nearly naked on the ground
Skin and tagedy always attract a crowd
So it was when the policeman came around
He took more than fifty eyewitness accounts
Each one in awe, for they'd never seen a girl so sad and beatiful

Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
Speeding toward the ground
Through the air without a sound
So gracefully
 
In the deep - Bird York
Both, sides now - Joni Mitchell

and many more which have allready been mentioned...
 
"Don't Forget Me" - Harry Nilsson: I have yet to listen to it without crying. I'm actually welling up a bit while typing this.
 
Who you’d be today-Kenny Chesney
Love can build a bridge, Sleepless Nights, River of Time - The Judds
Come some rainy day, She is his only need -Wynonna Judd
20 years and 2 husbands ago - Lee Ann Womack
Calling all Angels- Jane Siberry
Go rest high on that mountain, When I call your name, Look At us- Vince Gill

and lots others
 
AviStein24 said:
Has to be 'Gloomy Sunday' by the Hungarian composer Reszo Seress. Be warned though it is called 'The Suicide Song'. Read up on it, it is very interesting. A good version of it is sung by Billie Holiday. She has the perfect voice for it.
I've also got a version by Sinead O Connor - simply fabulous! But of course even a 'happy' song can seem sad, if you're in the wrong mood.
 
"Hazard" by Richard Marx, hands down. That song is so depressing that I can't listen to it.
 
Everybody Hurts - REM

Perfect - Simple Plan

Wake me up when September Ends - Green Day-the video to this song is so sad :(

Wonderful - Everclear

Easier to Run - Linkin Park
 
Till I Gain Control Again - This Mortal Coil
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
Downtown Train - Tom Waits
 
A really sad song that I can relate to is.."The Ponytail Parade" by Emery.

Most every song by Emery is sad ... :( they are an emo band after all haha.
 
I don't know the songs name... its either frankly provocative or its called human
the whole song is about how he loves and cares and thats why he is undeniably human its just so nice sounding and saddening and it almost makes me cry... i put it on at work and i started to water i had to turn it off before i started crying around customers.
 
Greetings..
Janis Ian's 17

robby!oops!




At 17

Met 17

Janis Ian
I learned the truth at seventeen
that love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew,
the Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful.
At seventeen I learned the truth.

And those of us with ravaged faces,
lacking in the social graces,
Desperately remained at home,
inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say, "Come dance with me,"
and murmured vague obscenities.
It isn't all it seems at seventeen.

A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve;
they only get what they deserve.
And the rich relationed hometown queen
marries into what she needs.
With a guarantee of company
and haven for the elderly."

Remember those who win the game
lose the love they sought to gain.
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity.
Their small-town eyes will gape at you in dull surprise
When payment due exceeds
accounts received at seventeen.

To those of us who knew the pain
of valentines that never came,
And those whose names were never called
when choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away;
the world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave away for free
to ugly duckling girls like me. We all play the game and when we dare
to cheat ourselves at solitaire.
Inventing lovers on the phone,
repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, "Come dance with me,"
and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me at seventeen.

Met zeventien leerde ik
dat liefde alleen voor schoonheidskoninginnen was
En voor middelbare school meisjes met gladde huid en glimlach
die jong trouwden en zich dan terugtrokken.
De Valentijnskaarten die ik nooit kende,
de vrijdagavond uitspattingen van mijn jeugd
Werden besteed aan een mooier iemand.
Met zeventien leerde ik de waarheid kennen.

En diegenen onder ons met geteisterde gezichten,
tekortschietend in de sociale vaardigheden,
Bleven wanhopig thuis,
en deden alsof we een geliefde aan de telefoon hadden
Die ons opbelde om te vragen "Ga met me dansen"
en die vage obsceniteiten mompelden.
Het is niet allemaal zoals het lijkt met zeventien.

Een meisje met bruine ogen en tweedehands kleren
wiens naam ik nooit kon uitspreken
Zei "Medelijden, alsjeblieft, met degenen die dienen;
ze krijgen alleen maar wat ze verdienen.
En de dorpskoningin met al die relaties
trouwt met wie ze nodig heeft.
Met de garantie van gezelschap
en een veilige haven voor als je ouder wordt."

Bedenk dat degenen die winnen,
de liefde verliezen die ze zochten te krijgen.
In kwaliteitsverplichtingen en dubieuze integriteit.
Hun dorpsogen zullen je in doffe verbazing aanstaren
Als de verschuldigde betaling hoger uitvalt
dan het ontvangen bedrag met zeventien. Voor diegenen die de pijn kenden
van Valentijnskaarten die nooit kwamen,
En diegenen wiens namen nooit geroepen werden
bij het kiezen van partijen voor basketbal.
Het was lang geleden en ver weg;
de wereld was jonger dan vandaag
En dromen was het enige dat ze gratis weg gaven
aan lelijke meisjeseendjes zoals ik. We spelen allemaal het spel en als we durven
spelen we vals met solitaire.
Doen alsof we een geliefde aan de telefoon hebben,
en hebben berouw over andere levens die we niet kennen
Die ons opbellen om te vragen "Ga met me dansen"
en die vage obsceniteiten mompelen
Tegen lelijke meisjes als ik
 
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