Tracks of your tears
Last week’s rundown of the songs that make us cry brought an online flood of alternative tear-jerkers from readers
I THINK it’s not the songs that make us cry, but the memories that come into our mind . . . We all have different life experiences and there are songs for each and every moment of our lives, some of them make us smile, some laugh, and obviously some of them make us cry, which is absolutely normal because we are just human beings, able to feel. We just apply the song lyrics to our life experience and understand how true it is. One of the most heartwrenching songs must be Madworld, the Gary Jules version. “The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had”. Always a tearjerker! And then there are the sad political ballads like Strange Fruit by Nina Simone – “Southern trees bear strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees say I’m not a prog-rocker. I like good, simple pop. But this is just dull, dull, dull.
And c’mere now, those lyrics . . . again, I’m all for pop lyrics speaking directly, but ‘Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead’? Seriously? Next contestant: Adele from Tottenham. Specialist subject: the bleedin’ obvious.
Now, she’s a good set of lungs on her, even though I find her adenoid wail grating. And if you end up teary-eyed after listening to Someone Like You, grand, I’m not going to argue with that. But I’d suggest that you’re wasting valuable body salts on what amounts to standardised emotional pornography in music. Does that sound a little dramatic?
Well, all I’m asking is, if you heard anyone else at some local open mic night strumming C, G, Amin, F ad nauseum on an acoustic guitar and wailing, albeit ably, ‘Sometimes love is happy, sometimes love is sad,’ etc, would you give her a standing ovation?
I’d go back to the bar.
thing. Bob Dylan’s Dream always gets me . . . And Tom Waits’s On the Nickel. For me the saddest song is The Green Fields of France especially because unfortunately it’s still appropriate. After a century we did not learn our lesson how wars ruin people’s lives.
Breathe Me. Skunk Anansie – Follow Me Down.
Anything by the X Factor shower – as soon as I hear them I feel despair.
Elbow – Friend of Ours and Puncture Repair; Spiritualized – Lay it Down Slow, and half their other stuff; Beck – Lost Cause; Elvis – In the Ghetto.
Cash – Hurt. Greg Laswell – Your Ghost; James Blake – Limit to your Love; Aimee Mann – One.
Waiting Around to Die, by Townes Van Zandt, is probably the Mona Lisa of sad songs.
Sigur Rós –
Tom Waits –
Tom Waits – Martha and The Verve – Bittersweet Symphony.
Bobby Goldsboro – Honey, Randy Newman – Bad News From Home, Tom Waits– Lost in the Harbour.
Nick Cave – Till We Came Along This Road. Tindersticks have so many good ones, but City Sickness is particularly good.