Donald was a man with no trousers. The second part of your question requires no response, obviously.
EW!
HGC, Ah yes, the Triffids. Lost count of the times i saw them. I even set up for them a few times in my days as a band lights person (when they were still a small band). Fave location: the Strawberry Hills Hotel, where they basically played in your lap the stage was so small.
OK, back to y’all.
Sandman, are you Daunauld?
[quote=“urodacus”]
Sandman, are you Daunauld?[/quote]
Stop it! You’re choking me up. 30 years I’ve been trying to put that behind me.
so… you aren’t denying my earlier question then Sandman?
‘I just got down from the Isle of Skyyyye’. Beautiful, just beautiful.
Sorry to interrupt, but I’d like to announce my sad song: Harry Chapin, Cat’s in the Cradle
[quote]. . . . My son turned ten just the other day.
He said, “Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let’s play.
Can you teach me to throw?” I said, “Not today,
I got a lot to do.” He said, “That’s ok.”
And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed,
Said, “I’m gonna be like him, yeah.
You know I’m gonna be like him.”
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon,
Little boy blue and the man in the moon.
“When you coming home, dad?” “I don’t know when,
But we’ll get together then.
You know we’ll have a good time then.”
etc., etc, etc.
I’ve long since retired and my son’s moved away.
I called him up just the other day.
I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind.”
He said, “I’d love to, dad, if I could find the time.
You see, my new job’s a hassle, and the kid’s got the flu,
But it’s sure nice talking to you, dad.
It’s been sure nice talking to you.”
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me,
He’d grown up just like me.
My boy was just like me. . . .[/quote]
I’ll Be Home For Christmas, even the Twisted Sister version, gets me every time.
This one, too.
[quote]Last Kiss Lyrics
Artist(Band):Pearl Jam
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She’s gone to heaven, so I’ve got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
We were out on a date in my daddy’s car
We hadn’t driven very far
There in the road, straight ahead
A car was stalled, the engine was dead
I couldn’t stop, so I swerved to the right
I’ll never forget the sound that night
The screamin’ tires, the bustin’ glass
The painful scream that I heard last
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She’s gone to heaven, so I’ve got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
When I woke up the rain was pourin’ down
There were people standing all around
Something warm rollin’ through my eyes
But somehow I found my baby that night
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said,
“Hold me darling, just a little while”
I held her close, I kissed her our last kiss
I found the love that I knew I would miss.
Well now she’s gone
even though I hold her tight
I lost my love, my life, that night.
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me
She’s gone to heaven, so I’ve got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world
Ooooo…
Ahhhh…[/quote]
Spooky! Look at the title of the album featuring Donald and his unclothed hurdies, then look at the name of the film Kate gets teary about further up the thread. UnCANNY, mon!
Black-Pearl Jam
[quote]“Black”
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
I take a walk outside
I’m surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I’m spinning, oh, I’m spinning
How quick the sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything…
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I’ll be… yeah…
Uh huh… uh huh… ooh…
I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life,
I know you’ll be a sun in somebody else’s sky, but why
Why, why can’t it be, why can’t it be mine
Aah… uuh…[/quote]
That one gets me everytime. Got dumped by me girl years ago. When I heard that last verse I lost it 
Scraps of Paper
These days my life seems somehow like a tired old cliché,
A bad movie scene that just goes on and on,
With dialogue like " It’s so sad how fast time slips away,"
Or “You never really miss them until they’re gone,”
Funny how those old clichés come true,
I never thought I’d miss him, but I do,
My father died in summer, and all he left behind
Were little scraps of paper, little scraps of rhyme
I read them and felt something inside me break
And angrily cried out “Too late, too late!”
Surely there must be something better?
Surely there must be something better?
He and I were always strangers, searching for someone
I was looking for a hero, and he a friend
So while I searched for my father, he was looking for his son
Yet strangers we remained until the end
But the man who wrote his heart into those rhymes
I know he could have been a good friend of mine
I sit here where he lived and died as the ghosts around me weave
And evening shadows lengthen on the wall
And in this dark and empty room it’s so easy to believe
That he never lived at all
But the little scraps of paper in my hand
Proved he lived to me - the father and the man
Eric Bogle
Oh right. Him. The Band Played Waltzing Matilda is pretty sad too. Not as sad as poor Donald’s dilemma though. No troosers! Imagine!
Every morning the elementary school down the block plays covers of 60s/70s pop sung by a choir of children. The song I hear most often is “Seasons in the Sun” - it’s not sad as much as it’s whacked.
I don’t think I know Donald’s dilemma.
Shooting Star
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.
You were trying to break into another world
A world I never knew.
I always kind of wondered
If you ever made it through.
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of you.
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.
If I was still the same
If I ever became what you wanted me to be
Did I miss the mark or
Over-step the line
That only you could see?
Seen a shooting star tonight
And I thought of me.
Listen to the engine, listen to the bell
As the last fire truck from hell
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying,
It’s the last temptation
The last account
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,
The last radio is playing.
Seen a shooting star tonight
Slip Away.
Tomorrow will be another day.
Guess it’s too late to say the things to you
That you needed to hear me say.
Seen a shooting star tonight
Slip away.
Bob Dylan
‘Seasons in the Sun’ is ‘Le Moribond’ by Jacques Brel. He wrote a few songs about dying and aging. He died quite young, himself. ‘Ne Me Quitte Pas’ used to make me cry…
‘Spangle’ The Wedding Present
‘It’s all over now, baby blue’ Bob Dylan
‘Dying’ Hole
The Streets make me cry*; there’s something about the guy’s voice. ‘Dry Your Eyes’ makes me weep, without fail, whatever mood I was in before. ‘Never went to church’ makes me think about stuff I shouldn’t think about, as does ‘Kimberley’ by Patti Smith, even though it’s one of my favourite songs.
‘Fly’ by Nick Drake doesn’t make me cry but isn’t good for me, the same for ‘Queen/Mother’ by Julian Cope.
- Not literally.
If You See Her, Say Hello
If you see her, say hello, she might be in Tangier
She left here last early spring, is livin’ there, I hear
Say for me that I’m all right though things get kind of slow
She might think that I’ve forgotten her, don’t tell her it isn’t so.
We had a falling-out, like lovers often will
And to think of how she left that night, it still brings me a chill
And though our separation, it pierced me to the heart
She still lives inside of me, we’ve never been apart.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
I always have respected her for busting out and gettin’ free
Oh, whatever makes her happy, I won’t stand in the way
Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay.
I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
And I’ve never gotten used to it, I’ve just learned to turn it off
Either I’m too sensitive or else I’m gettin’ soft.
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
If she’s passin’ back this way, I’m not that hard to find
Tell her she can look me up if she’s got the time.
Bob Dylan
Eek, actually, the whole of ‘Blood on the tracks’.
I remember it from my parents’ divorce.
It’s simply the best time to write songs (when you’re sad), so many of them have the most raw sadness imaginable. But then that’s also the time some people write much more aggressively sad stuff, like Trent Reznor would.
Hence the name.
Fox?