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how´s this.

GLOOMY SUNDAY

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless

Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.

Little white flowers will never awaken you,

Nor where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.

Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you.

Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday.

Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all.

My heart and I have decided to end it all.

Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.

Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go.

Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you,

With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.

Gloomy Sunday.

(Depressing or what.....

.........Thankfully, in the last verse it brightens a little...)

Dreaming, I was only dreaming.

I wake and I find you asleep,

In the heart of my heart, dear.

Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you,

My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.

Gloomy Sunday.

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I am Pissed.

But, I have written, and performed a song, in front of 12,000 people.

They pissflappinglyremoratransexuallydildoselfeffacinglyleopardfannybatterishlyuphill

arden ' ly

hated it!

Cocks.

:o

Wanna hear it ?

:D

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how´s this.

GLOOMY SUNDAY

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless

Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless.

Little white flowers will never awaken you,

Nor where the black coach of sorrow has taken you.

Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you.

Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday.

Sunday is gloomy, with shadows I spend it all.

My heart and I have decided to end it all.

Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad, I know.

Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go.

Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you,

With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.

Gloomy Sunday.

(Depressing or what.....

.........Thankfully, in the last verse it brightens a little...)

Dreaming, I was only dreaming.

I wake and I find you asleep,

In the heart of my heart, dear.

Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you,

My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.

Gloomy Sunday.

I like it.. :D ..but didn't depress me, sorry. :o

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Here is depressing.

Johnny Cash - Give My Love To Rose

I found him by the railroad track this morning

I could see that he was nearly dead

I knelt down beside him and I listened

Just to hear the words the dyin' fellow said

He said they let me out of prison down in Frisco

For ten long years I paid for what I've done

I was tryin' to get back to Louisiana

To see my Rose and get to know my son

Give my love to Rose please won't you Mister

Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes

Tell my boy his Daddy's so proud of him

And don't forget to give my love to Rose

Tell tham I said thanks for waitin' for me

Tell my boy to help his mom at home

Tell my Rose to try and find another

For it ain't right that she should live alone

Mister here's a bag with all my money

It won't loast them long the way it goes

God bless you for findin' me this morning

And don't forget to give my love to Rose

Give my love to Rose please won't you Mister

Take her all my money, tell her to buy some pretty clothes

Tell my boy his Daddy's so proud of him

And don't forget to give my love to Rose.

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One artist, one title.

You can´t beat this, but you can get bonus points, if you tell me what it was about.

Richard Ashcroft. The Drugs don´t work.

All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me

As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak

'Cause I passed down my old street

And if you wanna show, then just let me know

And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too

Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too

Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know

And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

I'm never coming down, I'm never going down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

(Repeat and Fade Out)

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One artist, one title.

You can´t beat this, but you can get bonus points, if you tell me what it was about.

Richard Ashcroft. The Drugs don´t work.

All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me

As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak

'Cause I passed down my old street

And if you wanna show, then just let me know

And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too

Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too

Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know

And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

I'm never coming down, I'm never going down

No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

(Repeat and Fade Out)

That's good, but your British, you can get more depressing than that. :o

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Machines Of Loving Grace-Casual Users

They were casual users they come together

they explode in the beauty of the drugs of summer

we were casual users we were young and stupid

and I can never remember the time

we crossed over that line

And I'm never going back

I didn't mean this time

I got confused

Just wanna sleep it off for awhile

I'm never going back

I've got this slave mentality

that keeps on fcking with me

The truth is slow torture

I've got this slave mentality

that keeps on fcking with me

two words- whatever comes

And I'm never going back

I didn't mean it this time

I got confused

Just wanna sleep it off for awhile

never going back

They are casual users they are unencumbered

They are sweetly stupid they are far outnumbered

We were casual users we were young and useless

And I can never remember the time

we crossed over that line

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Oasis-Cast No Shadow

Here's a thought for everyman

who tries to understand what is in his hand

He walks along the open road of love and life

Surviving if he can

Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say

Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay

Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say

as he fcaed the sun he cast no shadow

As they took his soul they stole his pride

As he faced the sun he cast no shadow

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Mighty Mighty Bosstones-Another Drinkin' Song

Gonna dive into dive I've dove into before

Gonna haunt a haunt I've haunted like a million times or more

A familiar joint where getting drunk is the only point,

to frequent this place with any frequency at all...

Counting on a remedy I've counted on before

Goin' with the cure that's never failed me

What you call the disease, I call the remedy

What you're callin' the cause, I call the cure

Sing a song, a song to you

A song I've sung before

Belt out a ballad that I've balted out a million times or more

The words I'm gonna scream

and gettin drunk is the central theme

to the lyrics,if you can make the lyrics out at all

Counting on a remedy, I've counted on before

Goin' with the cure that's never failed me

What you call the disease, I call the remedy

What you're callin' the cause I call the cure

Just a devotion to a potion

Please no applause

A dedication to a medication

a crutch a cure a cause

What I've counted on to pick me up

has knocked me to my knees

Before I hit the floor once more,

I'll call it the disease.

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The Real Folk Blues from Cowboy Bebop

Too much time has pasted by to

lament that we were deeply in love

the wind keeps blowing, while my heart

cannot heal all the tears in it

someone cry for me with parched eyes

The real folk blues

I only want to know what true saddness is

sitting in muddy water

isn't such a bad life

if it ends after the first time.

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Flogging Molly - These Exiled Years

It's four in the morning

battered and numb

a loaded room, an empty gun

I whistle a tune I heard years before

The clock started ticking where did the time go

I danced to the morning

she called out my name

the wind was a howling

and dawn came the rain

her arms they caressed me

sweet was her brow

she opened my eyes

to banish the doubt

wash me down in all yout joy

but don't drag me through this again

I've heard all your sad songs I can hear

it's in with the whiskey and out with the gin

I've heard all your sad songs I can hear

It's another day older in these exiled years

The dew on the ground

blankets the face

cold was the night

gone her embrace

for your land of the free

now prisons me

to rot in this jail

of lost liberty

wash me down in all your hoy

but don't drag me through this again

Walk away, watch me as I wave

one foot here but sure the other's in the grave

walk away walk away

I've heard all your sad songs I can hear

it's in with the whiskey and out with the gin

'I've heard all your sad songs I can hear

It's another day older in these exiled years

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ouch. that was depressing.

Here´s another Waits coposition for you

Well I got a bad liver and a broken heart

yea I drunk me a river since you tore me apart

and I don't have a drinking problem

cept when I can't get a drink

And I wish you'd a known her

we were quite a pair

she was sharp as a razor

and soft as a prayer

so welcome to the continuing saga

she was my better half

and I was just a dog

and so here am I slumped

I been chippied I been chumped

on my stool

so buy this fool, some spirits and libations

it's these railroad station bars

with all these conductors and the porters

and I'm all out of quarters

and this epitaph is the aftermath

yea I choose my path

hey come on Cath, he's a lawyer,

he ain't the one for ya

and no the moon ain't romantic

it's intimidating as hel_l

and some guy's trying to sell

me a watch

And so I'll meet you at the

bottom of a bottle of

bargain Scotch

I got me a bottle and a dream

it's so maudlin it seems

you can name your poison

go on ahead and make some noise

I ain't sentimental

this ain't a purchase it's a rental

and it's purgatory, hey

what's your story, well

I don't even care

cause I got my own double-cross to bear

and I'll see your Red Label

and I'll raise you one more

and you can pour me a cab,

I just can't drink no more

cause it don't douse the flames

that are started by dames

It ain't like asbestos

it don't do nothing but

rest us assured

and substantiate the rumors

that you've heard.

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"I can't help about the shape I'm in

I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin

But dont ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to"

No Googling please........

The thread is no a guessing game. Just post the song and let us enjoy the song. :o

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"I can't help about the shape I'm in

I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin

But dont ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to"

No Googling please........

The thread is no a guessing game. Just post the song and let us enjoy the song. :D

Oki Dokey.... it's "Oh Well" by Fleetwood Mac.... an oldie but a goody :o

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"I can't help about the shape I'm in

I cant sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin

But dont ask me what I think of you

I might not give the answer that you want me to"

No Googling please........

The thread is no a guessing game. Just post the song and let us enjoy the song. :D

Oki Dokey.... it's "Oh Well" by Fleetwood Mac.... an oldie but a goody :o

That is a good one. :D

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