Classic sad songs
April 4th, 2017 at 10:40:09 AM permalink | |
JimRockford Member since: Sep 18, 2015 Threads: 2 Posts: 971 | I don't connect so much with songs about unabashed sorrow (lost love, loneliness, death etc.) I am more moved by songs that capture the sentiment of life's emotional moments. Cat Steven's Said he wrote Wild World about the end af a short romance, but to me it will always be about a father coming to terms with letting his daughter grow up and make her own way in life. As a father of a grown daughter it chokes me up every time. Here's an excerpt: You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do And it's breaking my heart in two 'Cause I never want to see you sad girl Don't be a bad girl But if you want to leave take good care Hope you make a lot of nice friends out there But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware Beware Oh baby baby it's a wild world It's hard to get by just upon a smile Oh baby baby it's a wild world And I'll always remember you like a child, girl The mind hungers for that on which it feeds. |
April 4th, 2017 at 11:25:27 AM permalink | |
rxwine Member since: Oct 24, 2012 Threads: 189 Posts: 18762 | That's interesting. I can see how it works both ways. Back (more in my dad's era) songs would sometimes go to a spoken word part for the sentiment. Although I can't think of any off the top of my head. But it's like I can imagine something like Johnny Cash's voice saying, "And on that windy Sunday morning, Johnny went off to war...etc.," Or something like that. You believe in an invisible god, and dismiss people who say they are trans? Really? |
April 4th, 2017 at 7:24:04 PM permalink | |
JimRockford Member since: Sep 18, 2015 Threads: 2 Posts: 971 |
I know the type of old country songs you're talking about. They're usually those raw sentimentalist tear jerkers thst I find kind of hollow. The mind hungers for that on which it feeds. |
April 4th, 2017 at 11:12:47 PM permalink | |
rxwine Member since: Oct 24, 2012 Threads: 189 Posts: 18762 | Janis Ian is suppose to be writing science fiction now. Back in the day she wrote "At Seventeen' 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" The rich relationed hometown queen Marries into what she needs With a guarantee of company And haven for the elderly So remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain In debitures 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 When dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me... We all play the game, and when we dare We cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown That call and say: "come on, dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me, at seventeen You believe in an invisible god, and dismiss people who say they are trans? Really? |
April 5th, 2017 at 12:55:10 AM permalink | |
Evenbob Member since: Oct 24, 2012 Threads: 146 Posts: 25011 | That's a lot like the Sinatra song. Frank Sinatra – It Was A Very Good Year Lyrics When I was seventeen, it was a very good year It was a very good year for small town girls And soft summer nights We'd hide from the lights On the village green When I was seventeen When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls Who lived up the stairs With all that perfumed hair That came undone When I was twenty-one When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent means We'd ride in limousines Their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the years And now I think of my life as vintage wine From fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs It poured sweet and clear It was a very good year If you take a risk, you may lose. If you never take a risk, you will always lose. |