Sad songs?

I love a sad song, Im gonna go old school and say " Im so lonesome I could cry", there is something about being lonesome thats the saddest thing that could happen



Hear the lonesome whiperwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
Im so lonesome I could cry

Ive never seen a night so long
When time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind a cloud
To hide it's face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die
That means he's lost the will to live
Im so lonesome I could cry

The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
Im so lonesome I could cry
 


Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain
And ironing out the rough spots
Is the hardest part when memories remain
And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio
`Cause from the lips of some old singer
We can share the troubles we already know
Turn them on, turn them on
Turn on those sad songs
When all hope is gone
Why don't you tune in and turn them on
They reach into your room
Just feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much
If someone else is suffering enough to write it down
When every single word makes sense
Then it's easier to have those songs around
The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you
and it feels so good to hurt so bad
And suffer just enough to sing the blues
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say
Sad songs, they say so much

http://youtu.be/X23v5_K7cXk
 
I love a sad song, Im gonna go old school and say " Im so lonesome I could cry", there is something about being lonesome thats the saddest thing that could happen Hear the lonesome whiperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low Im so lonesome I could cry Ive never seen a night so long When time goes crawling by The moon just went behind a cloud To hide it's face and cry Did you ever see a robin weep When leaves begin to die That means he's lost the will to live Im so lonesome I could cry The silence of a falling star Lights up a purple sky And as I wonder where you are Im so lonesome I could cry

I love Me First and the Gimme Gimme's cover of this song
 
Unfolding today
A miracle play
This Indiana morn

The father--he sighs
She opens her eyes
Their baby boy is born

"We don't understand
He's not like we planned"
The doctor shakes his head

"Abnormal" they cry
And so they decide
This child is better dead

I bear the blame
Believers are few
And what am I to do?

I share the shame
The cradle's below
And where is Baby Doe?


A hearing is sought
The lawyers are bought
The court won't let him eat

The papers applaud
When judges play God
This child is getting weak

They're drawing a bead
Reciting their creed
"Respect a woman's choice"

I've heard that before
How can you ignore
This baby has a voice

I bear the blame
Believers are few
And what am I to do?

I share the shame
The cradle's below
And where is Baby Doe?


Where will it end?

It's over and done
The presses have run
Some call the parents brave

Behind your disguise
Your rhetoric lies
You watched a baby starve

I bear the blame
The cradle's below
And where is baby


Baby Doe - Steve Taylor - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knZ7oEx16Jc
 


Empty Chairs At Empty Tables, from Les Miserables. I heard it out of context in a documentary about Vietnam veterans, and I cried my eyes out even more than I did when I saw Les Mis:

Empty Chairs At Empty Tables

There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.

Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow'
And tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh my friends, my friends forgive me


That I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.

Phantom faces at the window.
Phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more.


Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sing no more

http://youtu.be/z3DNaw2-hLg
 
Ebony Eyes----The Everly Brothers
Patches-----Bobby Goldsboro
Leader of the Pack-----The Shangri-las
Last Kiss---The Cavaliers
In the Ghetto-----Elvis

Too many to name
 
If you were around in the 70s:

Shannon by Henry Gross. Used to be the one thing that could make me cry as a kid. Naturally it's about a dog (golden retriever I think). It often plays on the Sirius/XM 70s station and it still gets me...

ANOTHER DAY IS AT END
MAMA SAYS SHE'S TIRED AGAIN
NO ONE CAN EVEN BEGIN TO TELL HER

I HARDLY KNOW WHAT TO SAY
BUT MAYBE IT'S BETTER THAT WAY
IF PAPA WERE HERE I'M SURE HE'D TELL HER

SHANNON IS GONE I HOPE SHE'S DRIFTING OUT TO SEA
SHE ALWAYS LOVED TO SWIM AWAY
MAYBE SHE'LL FIND AN ISLAND WITH A SHADY TREE
JUST LIKE THE ONE IN OUR BACKYARD

MAMA TRIES HARD TO PRETEND THINGS WILL GET
BETTER AGAIN
SOMEHOW SHE'S KEEPING IT ALL INSIDE HER

BUT FINALLY THE TEARS FILL OUR EYES
AND I KNOW THAT SOMEWHERE TONIGHT
SHE KNOWS HOW MUCH WE REALLY MISS HER

SHANNON IS GONE I HOPE SHE'S DRIFTING OUT TO SEA
SHE ALWAYS LOVED TO SWIM AWAY
MAYBE SHE'LL FIND AN ISLAND WITH A SHADY TREE
JUST LIKE THE ONE IN OUR BACKYARD

JUST LIKE THE ONE IN OUR BACKYARD

Edited to add: Just found the "story" on this song:

Here's a great song from our friend Henry Gross about a Big Red Irish Setter named Shannon. The story goes that back in the day when Beach Boy Brian Wilson was bedridden with depression, NOTHING could get him out of his bedroom. His family and friends after time were befuddled, fit to be tied and had no idea how to help their friend and brother. Finally, a family friend came by and gave Brian a little Irish Setter Puppy that Brian named Shannon.
Well guess what? Shannon's charisma and love got Brian out of bed, and not only out of bed but he was actually active. In fact, Brian and Shannon romped on the beaches of Southern California daily for months. Brian and Shannon would play in the surf., finally Brian's life was coming back together and happiness surrounded him with Shannon's love. Until one horrible day when Shannon was carried out to sea and never to be seen again. Brian's heart was broken and he was crushed. Needless to say, Beach Boy Brian Wilson was bedridden again.
This is a beautiful song by Henry Gross, if you listen to the lyrics, you can picture Brian and Shannon playing in the surf.
As you know, I've had Big Red Irish Setters for nearly 34 years, and like Brian Wilson, they have helped me keep my sanity!
 
Empty Chairs At Empty Tables, from Les Miserables. I heard it out of context in a documentary about Vietnam veterans, and I cried my eyes out even more than I did when I saw Les Mis: Empty Chairs At Empty Tables There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Empty chairs at empty tables Now my friends are dead and gone. Here they talked of revolution. Here it was they lit the flame. Here they sang about `tomorrow' And tomorrow never came. From the table in the corner They could see a world reborn And they rose with voices ringing I can hear them now! The very words that they had sung Became their last communion On the lonely barricade at dawn. Oh my friends, my friends forgive me That I live and you are gone. There's a grief that can't be spoken. There's a pain goes on and on. Phantom faces at the window. Phantom shadows on the floor. Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will meet no more. Oh my friends, my friends, don't ask me What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will sing no more http://youtu.be/z3DNaw2-hLg

Always makes me tear up. I think of friends I've lost in the military. Gone too soon.
 
Once a year in May
My Old Kentucky home causes me to weep

though I am not sure if I am crying cause I know I am going to be tearing up a bunch of tickets in another ten minutes.
 

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