What is the saddest non-Morrissey song you've ever heard?

I don't care who sings it... Amazing Grace... :tears: every time.

Oh yeah. These also:

Jars of Clay - Oh My God



Third Day - Cry Out To Jesus (don't know why I can only find the video with subtitles)

 
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New Birds by the sorely missed Arab Strap

You just have to be sure you're doing the right thing.
I mean it's very easy to forget - she's just sitting there in the pub with her new friends and her new life and her new hair, and it's been five years but you'd know just to look at her.

I wasn't even sure it were her at first, I was ready to walk away but she smiled and called me over and we said hello for a bit. Then we back to our tables we were trying not to look over at each other and told our friends to stop staring. I didn't see her for the rest of the night, but by closing time the beer's kicked in so I go up and speak to her and we end up talking about our new homes, our new jobs and our new birds.

She says she's been going out with him now for about two and a half years, but they don't live together so he'd never find out. And you think about chasing her about school when you were wee and lying in your bed and listening to love songs and pretending they were about you. And the first time you asked her out she said no but one night you went to a wedding and when you came back to the pub she's changed her mind and you went out. You remember the way she swung her arms when she held your hand but you can't remember how she kissed and now you've got the chance to find out.

But you have to remember there's this other kiss. She's at home, wondering where you are and what you're doing. And you work hard on this kiss and you know it inside out, it's as much yours as it is hers,And it took a long time to get right, it took months of practice and months of embarassment but now you've got it perfected and you've been looking forward to that kiss all week.

You can see her breath in the air between your faces as you stand in the leaves and she just asks you straight out if you want to come and stay at her flat. But you make sure you get separate taxis and you go home and there might be a slight regret and you might wonder what you missed but you have to remember the kiss you worked so hard on - and you'll know you've done the right thing.
 
and of courese Last Flowers by Radiohead

appliances have gone berserk
i cannot keep up
treading on people's toes
snot-nosed little punk

and i can't face the evening straight
you can offer me escape
houses move and houses speak
if you take me there you'll get relief, relief, relief, relief

and if i'm gonna talk
i just want to talk
please don't interrupt
just sit back and listen

cos i can't face the evening straight
you can offer me escape
houses move and houses speak
if you take me there you'll get relief, relief, relief, relief
relief, relief

it's too much, too bright, too powerful
too much, too bright, too powerful
too much, too bright, too powerful
too much, too bright, too powerful

love the imagery of the first two lines.
 
next, my favourite blur song

This is a ballad for the good times
So put a battery in your leg
Put a rock beat over anything
Get it stuck there in your head
You can be with me

I got nothing to rely on
I've broken every bone
Everybody's stop believing
But you know you're not alone
You can be with me

This is a ballad for the good times
And all the dignity we had
Don't get het up on the evil things
You ain't coming back
You can be with me
If you want to be
You can be with me....
 
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and last, but not least, jesus christ by brand new


Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face

The kind you'd find on someone that could save

If they don't put me away

Well, it'll be a miracle



Do you believe you're missing out

That everything good is happening somewhere else?

But with nobody in your bed

The night's hard to get through



And I will die all alone

And when I arrive I won't know anyone



Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again

So what did you do those three days you were dead?

Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend.



Well, Jesus Christ, I'm not scared of dying,

I'm a little bit scared of what comes after

Do I get the gold chariot?

Do I float through the ceiling?



Do I divide and fall apart?

Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark

And the ship went down in sight of land

And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands



I know you're coming in the night like a thief

But I've had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique

I know you think that I'm someone you can trust

But I'm scared I'll get scared and I swear I'll try to nail you back up



So do you think that we could work out a sign

So I'll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try



I know you're coming for the people like me

But we all got wood and nails

And turned out a hate factory

We all got wood and nails

And turned out a hate factory

We all got wood and nails

And we sleep inside of this machine
 
New Birds by the sorely missed Arab Strap

You just have to be sure you're doing the right thing.
I mean it's very easy to forget - she's just sitting there in the pub with her new friends and her new life and her new hair, and it's been five years but you'd know just to look at her.

I wasn't even sure it were her at first, I was ready to walk away but she smiled and called me over and we said hello for a bit. Then we back to our tables we were trying not to look over at each other and told our friends to stop staring. I didn't see her for the rest of the night, but by closing time the beer's kicked in so I go up and speak to her and we end up talking about our new homes, our new jobs and our new birds.

She says she's been going out with him now for about two and a half years, but they don't live together so he'd never find out. And you think about chasing her about school when you were wee and lying in your bed and listening to love songs and pretending they were about you. And the first time you asked her out she said no but one night you went to a wedding and when you came back to the pub she's changed her mind and you went out. You remember the way she swung her arms when she held your hand but you can't remember how she kissed and now you've got the chance to find out.

But you have to remember there's this other kiss. She's at home, wondering where you are and what you're doing. And you work hard on this kiss and you know it inside out, it's as much yours as it is hers,And it took a long time to get right, it took months of practice and months of embarassment but now you've got it perfected and you've been looking forward to that kiss all week.

You can see her breath in the air between your faces as you stand in the leaves and she just asks you straight out if you want to come and stay at her flat. But you make sure you get separate taxis and you go home and there might be a slight regret and you might wonder what you missed but you have to remember the kiss you worked so hard on - and you'll know you've done the right thing.

Wow.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLfZCraw_4c

Leonard Cohen - Came so far for beauty :tears:

I came so far for beauty
I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned
I thought I'd be rewarded
For such a lonely choice
And surely she would answer
To such a very hopeless voice
I practiced all my sainthood
I gave to one and all
But the rumours of my virtue
They moved her not at all
I changed my style to silver
I changed my clothes to black
And where I would surrender
Now I would attack
I stormed the old casino
For the money and the flesh
And I myself decided
What was rotten and what was fresh
And men to do my bidding
And broken bones to teach
The value of my pardon
The shadow of my reach
But no, I could not touch her
With such a heavy hand
Her star beyond my order
Her nakedness unmanned
I came so far for beauty
I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned
 
Not very well known, but I think it's a beauty and it tugs at my heart. Victims by Culture Club.
 
I couldn't agree more. These two are the kinda of songs that when you hear them the time just stop's and you slip in to your own private vacuum. Beatiful. And both covers are better than the originals.
I totally agree about 'Hurt'. Heartbreakingly sad. Also, 'Long Live The Queen' by Frank Turner :tears: :tears: :tears:
 
Don't laugh... here's mine:

Jamie T- Sheila

Sheila goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled out

Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo
any time she sing a song, the other girls sing along
and tell all the fellas that that lady is single
a fickle way to tickle on my young mans ting
Shes up for doing what she like any day more like the night
she ground drunk the soles that she stole/brought/borrowed
She didnt like fights, but at the same time understood that
fellas will be fellas till the end of time

Jack had a gang that he called the many grams,
he was known as smack jack the cracker man
in life he was dealt some shit hands
but the boys got the back now
and jay went the same way as mickey and dan
a pen to mans upon the arrow wans
and man lisa had a baby with sam,
and now jack on his own man,

well done jack, glug down that cider,
your right shes a slut and you never f***ing liked her
not like what he stopped so shocked
cos it turns out the last dance killed the pied piper
tough little big man friends with your daughters
only cos they drive him to pick up all his quarters
brawler, larger lout rawness
alter the forth from their three
but they aint near the border
two young guns are by your hell fire corner
always need a favour, they never took a order,
behave young scally wag, a fine young galahad
glad ragged up but only ever getting fag hags,
arm on his shoulder, cheeked by some type
slag better understand he chained to the glamour
(?) superficial the issue
but one me and jack, dirty 5 doppelgangers

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled out

So this a short story bout the girl georgina
never seen a worse, clean young mess
under stress at best, but she pleased to see ya,
with love, god bless, we lay her body to rest,
now it all dear started with daddys alcoholic
light weights chinking down, numbing his brain,
and the doctor said he couldn't the heart their started
now beat up, drugged up she feelin the strain
she says in a rap what the f*** im spose to do
f*** it i'll start stop keep running through,
true but you try aint easy to do,
she been buckle belt beaten from the bat like a brat,
dunno where she goin but she know where she at,
so georgy its like a chain react,
but the truth is you know she probably fought back,
tears stream down her face,
she screamed away,
when i fall, no one catch me
alone lonely, i'll overdose slowly
get scared, i'll scream and shout
but you know it wont matter she'll be passing out
i say giggidibigidiup just another day
another sad story, thats trajegdy,
paramedic anounced death at 10.30
rip it up kick it to spit up the views

Sheila Goes out with her mate stella,
it gets poured all over her fella,
cos shes says, man he aint no better
than the next man kicking up fuss
drunk, she stumbles down by a river
screams calling london,
none of us heard her coming,
i guess the carpet weren't rolled


Especially the last verse. It probably wouldn't stand up without the music but the music is just... so.

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=oqUMDu8eHg4&feature=related
 
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It would have to be 'Heart and Soul' by Joy Division. Or 'The Eternal', which I'm quite sure is about death and a funeral. Saying that, most late Joy Division songs are very sad, particularly 'Love Will Tear Us Apart'.
 
Lord Anthony - Belle & Sebastian

Anthony, bullied at school
Get your own back now you are cool
Or are you scared bunking off though you're a toff?
It's all gone wrong again, you've got Double Maths.

But the teacher's got no control
The boys all run riot
"You will stay quiet or you will die."

Tony, at the back of the gym
Smoke another one, your chances are slim,
'Cause here they come again
And they got you on the ground.
Tasting blood again;
At least it's your own.

When will you realize it doesn't pay
To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys?
"So shut your mouth, start kicking the football."
Bang on the teeth. You are off for a week, boy.

You may as well take it in the guts, it can't get worse.
Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse than this.

'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them
Without a notion of a care
You'll leave two fingers in the air
To linger there.

Tony, you're a bit of a mess;
Melted Toblerone under your dress.
If the kids could see you they would pass you right by.
Blue mascara running over your eye.

When will you realize it doesn't pay
To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys?
"Shut your mouth, start kicking the football"
Bang on the teeth. You were off for a week, boy.

(Anthony. it could be worse)
(Anthony, it could be worse)

They call you Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse.
Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse.
Lord Anthony but hey, it kind of suits you anyway...

You'll soon be old enough to leave them
Without a notion of a care
You'll leave two fingers in the air
To linger there.
 
I think Asleep is the saddest, it talks about suicide. I want it played at my funeral! :tears:
 
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