posted July 18, 2004 11:06 PM         

(Brad)
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart, he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind,
Until the night.

Chorus:
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

(Both)
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

(Alison)
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind,
Until the night.

Chorus: (Both)
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

--- Instrumental ---

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

--- Instrumental ---

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la.

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la...

posted July 18, 2004 11:21 PM         

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always one reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
oh beautiful release
memory seeps from my veins
let me be empty
and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there

so tired of the straight line
and everywhere you turn
there's vultures and thieves at your back
and the storm keeps on twisting
you keep on building the lie
that you make up for all that you lack
it don't make no difference
escaping one last time
it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

in the arms of an angel
fly away from here
from this dark cold hotel room
and the endlessness that you fear
you are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort there
you're in the arms of the angel
may you find some comfort here

Alison Krauss
"Sitting At The Window Of My Room"

I sat in the window of my room
Watched you go away
It was all I could do
It was all I could do

Your going away
To leave me alone
In all of this sorrow
In this misery

So look now, my darling
I'll have to abandon
All thought of you
As your going away

I still see your dear little head
As it touched mine
Saying goodbye, forever goodbye
Those words you said to me have broken my heart
Yes, they've broken my heart
They were false and did lie

Goodbye, my dear
Goodbye forever
Your going away
Your going away

Death is hard
But your leaving is worse
Oh yes, my dear
Your leaving is worse

Your going, my dear
Your going forever
And leaving me all alone in all of this grief

So how, my dear
How will I forget you
When I see your face wherever I go
When I close my eyes
It's sad though I see you
Your beautiful blue eyes, your beautiful lie

I sat in the window of my room,
And watched you go away,
It was all I could do,
It was all I could do

Sort of sad, pretty:

Jane Siberry with k.d.lang
"Calling All Angels"

Santa Maria, Santa Teresa, Santa Anna, Santa Susannah
Santa Cecilia, Santa Copelia, Santa Domenica, Mary Angelica
Frater Achad, Frater Pietro, Julianus, Petronilla
Santa, Santos, Miroslaw, Vladimir
and all the rest

a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness the body oh the heaviness settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing

then it's one foot then the other as you step out onto the road
how much weight? how much weight?
then it's how long? and how far?
and how many times before it's too late?

calling all angels
calling all angels
walk me through this one
don't leave me alone
calling all angels
calling all angels
we're cryin' and we're hurtin'
and we're not sure why...

and every day you gaze upon the sunset
with such love and intensity
it's almost...it's almost as if
if you could only crack the code
then you'd finally understand what this all means

but if you could...do you think you would
trade in all the pain and suffering?
ah, but then you'd miss
the beauty of the light upon this earth
and the sweetness of the leaving

posted July 19, 2004 03:39 AM         

Ice

The ice is thin come on dive in
underneath my lucid skin
the cold is lost, forgotten
Hours pass days pass time stands still
light gets dark and darkness fills
my secret heart forbidden...
I think you worried for me then
the subtle ways that I'd give in but I know
you liked the show
tied down to this bed of shame
you tried to move around the pain but oh
your soul is anchored
The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
offer what you can,
I'll take all that I can get
only a fool's here...
I don't like your tragic sighs
as if your god has passed you by well hey fool
that's your deception
your angels speak with jilted tongues
the serpent's tale has come undone
you have no strength to squander
The only comfort is the moving of the river
You enter into me, a lie upon your lips
offer what you can,
I'll take all that I can get
only a fool's here to stay
only a fool's here to stay
only a fool's here...

In My Secret Life
Leonhard Cohen

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong.
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank G-d it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

Nackie

posted July 19, 2004 10:23 AM           

You'll walk unscathed through musket fire,
No ploughman's blade will cut thee down,
No cutler's horn will mark thy face
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love

And as you walk through death's dark veil,
The cannon's thunder can't prevail,
And those who hunt thee down will fail,
And you will be my ain true love,
And you will be my ain true love.

Asleep inside the cannon's mouth,
The captain cries, "Here comes the rout,"
They'll seek to find me north and south,
I've gone to find my ain true love.

The field is cut and bleeds to red.
The cannon balls fly round my head,
The infirmary man may count me dead,
When I've gone to find my ain true love,
I've gone to find my ain true love.

posted July 19, 2004 11:30 AM         

Mine popped into my head today;

"I turned into the broken one..
And lost the inspiration
I want to give you all my love
Like water..
To a blood red rose
The passion, I can deal with hurt..
The pain while I can't do without him
And this is like a milky way..
An oceon..
That only grows and grows..

And babe I fade to silver
Silver Blue for you
Fade away, away... away
I turn and fade to Silver..
Silver Blue..."

Taken from Roxette's 'Tourism' album, which I haven't had since tape form back in the day! It's a part from 'Silver Blue' track 10, missed it so much, I ran out to HMV at lunch to get it - only £4.99 for the CD now - bargain!

posted July 19, 2004 02:17 PM           

It's from the movie "Cold Mountain", by the way - also the source of my new favorite quote:
"They call this war a cloud over the land, but they make the weather and then they stand in the rain and say, 'Sh*t, it's raining!'"

posted July 19, 2004 03:22 PM         

The movie was...pretty good. Not bad. Better than many. I wasn't really taken with Nicole in that role. Renee was amazing though.

OK. Back to subject. Sad songs. Think I'll bow out.

posted July 19, 2004 05:59 PM         

The sun brought me
The moon caught me
The wind fought me
The rain got me
The road sent me
For years bent me
The stars overwhelmed me
Time and again

But now I can't see the stars
The star is a thing I can't see
And now I don't feel the same
To feel is a thing I can't be

Earth crushed me
Fame brushed me
The streets hushed me
As life touched me
Time placed me
Events dazed me
Love saved me
Now and again

But now there can be no love
Love is a thing I can't be
And there can be no trust
Trust is a thing I can't see
But now there can be no love
Love is a thing that can't be
Now I can't be so strong
Strong is a thing I can't be
Time and again
Time and again

The sun brought me...

posted July 19, 2004 07:35 PM         

Hugs to you when you feel blue.

posted July 19, 2004 09:25 PM         

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
’cause if there’s one thing that she don’t need
It’s another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don’t you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he’ll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Or do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way

Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he don’t get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ’round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

And as her young man dies,
On a cold and gray chicago mornin’,
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
...And his mama cries.