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#52 May 20 2006 at 10:20 AM Rating: Excellent
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Buffyisagoddess wrote:

I just like alot of simple songs. No big background to detract from the voice singing. I would rather listen to something from Damien Rice or another artist along the same vein than most of the cookie-cutter music that's out now.


I know exactly what you mean...I've really been enjoying Michael Buble. It's good to listen to people who can actually sing rather then those who depend on a bunch of studio equipment to cover up their ****** voice...like Ms. Spears.

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#53 May 20 2006 at 10:21 AM Rating: Excellent
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What can I say..I'm impatient.

Edited, Sat May 20 11:32:51 2006 by Nexa
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#54 May 20 2006 at 10:22 AM Rating: Excellent
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Nothing to see here...

Edited, Sat May 20 11:39:08 2006 by Nexa
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#55 May 20 2006 at 10:35 AM Rating: Good
Nice triples! Smiley: laugh But yeah when all you hear is the background noise what's the point of listening to it to begin with. I heard the new CD by Atreyu and all it was was screaming every single track. It all sounded the same to me. Gary Jules is still one of the more unknown singers around that I listen to, despite Mad World gaining popularity from Donnie Darko.

Edited, Sat May 20 11:44:25 2006 by Buffyisagoddess
#56 May 20 2006 at 10:48 AM Rating: Excellent
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Buffyisagoddess wrote:
Nice triples! Smiley: laugh


Hey, if I'm going to ***** something up, it's not going to be half-assed, haha.

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#57 May 20 2006 at 3:49 PM Rating: Good
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You are all a bunch of pus[/Cornsilk]sies. Let me know when you are done sucking each other off.

Now then, with that out of the way. For songs that hit home for loves lost I've never been able to figure out the connection between the song and the woman.Maybe it was playing one time when we were together or maybe it was popular on the radio at the time, who knows. Oddly enough the only relationships I relate to songs were, in the grand scheme of things, rather insignificant. When these get tossed on the stereo from time to time my mind will wander and recall events past.

I'll Stand by You ~ The Pretenders
Fade Into You ~ Mazzy Star (hate you Kelvy)

There is one song that turns me into a sissified ***** though.

In my younger days, I didn't see much of my father. He would move around from here to there doing whatever it was that he did and breeze into town from time to time. Eventually I heard word he was living in Puerto Rico from an aunt. Sometime during his stay down there he had a small accident involving a hammer, a roof, and a 60' jack-knife into a pile of shingles.

From what I've been told he was in a coma for the better part of six months. Eventually he awoke, unshaven and somewhat delirious. After many months of therapy of various kinds he recovered most of the use of his arm and could walk again but he had the misfortune of being diagnosed with a slight case of dementia.

Fast forward a couple years(I'd be about 15 at the time) to where he finally gets his **** together and has a better idea of what's going on. He phones a friend that lives up here and plans a trip up. Somehow my stepmother finds out and ends up explaining to him that he has 2 kids and that he should see us if he is going to be around. Of course this is news to him due to the accident.

The time comes when he arrives and he gives me a call to let me know he's in town. I head off to his friend's house and when I get there my father is sitting on the couch listening to Fast Car by Tracy Chapman. As I walk in he just sort of stares at me for a second with a sort of puzzled expression on his face. And then it happens.

My old man just fuc[Darkgoldenrod]
king loses it. He breaks down and starts hugging me like I was dying or something. My father was never one to be the overly emotional sort, so to see him cry was an interesting experience to say the least. He later explained to me that he while he knew who I was he didn't have any recollection of us until that very moment.

That was the last time I saw him until I was wed in '01.

I think I have something in my eye.

I hate you guys. Smiley: mad
#58 May 20 2006 at 8:13 PM Rating: Decent
(First asylum post. Be gentle.)

Ok, I'll follow on from Jacob's "Heartbreakers" theme here, considering this song does more to me emotionally than any other song in the world.

Queen's "The Good Die Young".

Christmas Eve 1999. My sister's 9 months pregnant, and about to give birth at any moment. I'm lying in bed, thinking whether I should get up or stay warm for another 10 minutes... when my mother walks into the room.

"It's your sister. She's been taken to hospital"

I jerk up out of bed and stare at her.

"What's wrong?"
"It's Gabby (she'd already named her daughter). She's dead."

Gabby was later born that day. No one knows what happened... somehow the oxygen supply was cut off overnight, and she just... died.

My mum walks out, crying. At this point, my sister had already had 2 miscarriages. I lie there for what seemed like forever, staring at the ceiling. Eventually, we all roll on down to the hospital. I honestly don't remember anything from the rest of the day...

Skip to the funeral, 2 weeks later. My first ever (that I can remember). Just a complete mix of emotions really, I didn't know what to do - I hardly said a word all day. I just stood there, head bowed. Then this song came on. Apparently my mum had chosen it (my mum and sister are both big Queen fans) but hadn't told anyone it was going to play.

Everyone just burst into tears listening to the lyrics.

To this day, I CANNOT listen to this song. I have to either turn it off or leave the room, it just hurts too much.

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From previous posters:

-- Jeff Buckley; His entire album almost brings me to tears. Corpus Christi Carol is one of the finest songs I've ever heard - Grace is my favourite album of all time, by a long way.

-- Damien Rice; Agreed. Very emotional, heartfelt tunes.

-- Sweet Child of Mine; Amazingly, I was listening to this when I read this thread. I was going to suggest it myself. Spooky.

-- Hurt/Johnny Cash; Stunning song. The WWE used this on Eddie Guerrero's Tribute Video Clip for about... 3 weeks, after he died. Heartfelt, emotional, and captured his life perfectly.

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I'll leave this thread now. It's making me cry.

Edited, Sat May 20 21:15:45 2006 by therealfletcher
#59 May 20 2006 at 8:52 PM Rating: Good
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therealfletcher wrote:
(First asylum post. Be gentle.)

Ok, I'll follow on from Jacob's "Heartbreakers" theme here, considering this song does more to me emotionally than any other song in the world.

Queen's "The Good Die Young".

Christmas Eve 1999. My sister's 9 months pregnant, and about to give birth at any moment. I'm lying in bed, thinking whether I should get up or stay warm for another 10 minutes... when my mother walks into the room.

"It's your sister. She's been taken to hospital"

I jerk up out of bed and stare at her.

"What's wrong?"
"It's Gabby (she'd already named her daughter). She's dead."

Gabby was later born that day. No one knows what happened... somehow the oxygen supply was cut off overnight, and she just... died.


Jesus, that's some story. Smiley: frown

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#60 May 20 2006 at 10:00 PM Rating: Decent
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A person really close to many members of my family commited suicide. Ever since then, I've always had trouble listening to "War on Drugs" by the Barenaked Ladies. Listen to it once, and you'll understand.
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