Sad songs that make me REALLY happy:
Halfway To A Threeway by Jim O'Rourke-
Let's talk about this. Here's a song that's so sullen, and beautiful. Yet, if you take the time to listen to the lyrics, a rather peculiar subject is being covered here. It's about this guy, we'll call him Jim. See, Jim wants to have a threesome with these two girls. As near as I can gather, he has one girl, and there is another he hopes to coerse. This one is epileptic, and in a wheelchair. She later goes into a coma, and the end of the song (especially if you were listening to the lyrics surprisingly) is a real tear jerker, because he has to pull the chord on her, and she dies.
Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley-
This is going to stand tall for about 30 million songs I truly enjoy. It is beautiful to me, when a persons vocal inflections can mock the feeling one would feel toward the situation they are singing about. Anyone who can't relate to this song is a god damn liar, anyway. Maybe you maintain that you have never experienced love, but I'll bet you thought you did once or twice. I'll bet the decision you hadn't was based on post-script, and at some point in your life you did believe in it, whether you said it or not. Anyway, even if that isn't true, I'll bet you knew someone who you wanted by your side, and it hurt you some nights that they weren't.
Walk Away, Renee by Billy Bragg-
It's more of an hommage to the original, than a cover. Belle and Sebastian refers to the song as an Epitaph in one of their songs, which makes sense, whether it be the end of a relationship, or a feeling. The guitar does most of the work in this song, but Billy has a way of making things so foolishly black and white that it's pretty.
The last one I'm not going to explain. I'll just tell a story. Once a friend and I were drinking heavily in my old room. For whatever reason we decided it best to down some opiates in pill form, and the reaction that ensued was unbelievable. We were tossed back and forth between what felt like death and birth. Pangs of happiness followed by drowsy two minute black outs. When we composed ourselves enough, I put on a CD, rustled through the tracks as fast I could, and found it. Don't laugh.
Vincent by Don Mclean.
We sat for hours with this song on repeat, just bawling our eyes out sheerly because it was such a perfect song. It's about Vincent Van Gogh, and the tribulations and depression he went through because he was just so far ahead of his time, so intelligent, that he was made the outcast. There's a cresendo that touches upon his suicide, with an allusion to Starry Night. If you ever hear this song.. please pay attention to the word choices. Listen to the melody, and the soothing guitar. Try and ignore the strings. Or just let them blend into the song, don't stand them apart or you'll think it's cheesy. The word choice is perfect though. No poem stronger, no song greater.
However now my cat is nestled asleep into my chest, so I'm going to spend some time cuddling with her before I go to sleep. I am glad I have this journal, because I feel like I can actually write in it and not have to worry about what I'm writing. Frankly I don't care if it gets read, I just want to get it out. Sometimes that's harder than it sounds.
Halfway To A Threeway by Jim O'Rourke-
Let's talk about this. Here's a song that's so sullen, and beautiful. Yet, if you take the time to listen to the lyrics, a rather peculiar subject is being covered here. It's about this guy, we'll call him Jim. See, Jim wants to have a threesome with these two girls. As near as I can gather, he has one girl, and there is another he hopes to coerse. This one is epileptic, and in a wheelchair. She later goes into a coma, and the end of the song (especially if you were listening to the lyrics surprisingly) is a real tear jerker, because he has to pull the chord on her, and she dies.
Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley-
This is going to stand tall for about 30 million songs I truly enjoy. It is beautiful to me, when a persons vocal inflections can mock the feeling one would feel toward the situation they are singing about. Anyone who can't relate to this song is a god damn liar, anyway. Maybe you maintain that you have never experienced love, but I'll bet you thought you did once or twice. I'll bet the decision you hadn't was based on post-script, and at some point in your life you did believe in it, whether you said it or not. Anyway, even if that isn't true, I'll bet you knew someone who you wanted by your side, and it hurt you some nights that they weren't.
Walk Away, Renee by Billy Bragg-
It's more of an hommage to the original, than a cover. Belle and Sebastian refers to the song as an Epitaph in one of their songs, which makes sense, whether it be the end of a relationship, or a feeling. The guitar does most of the work in this song, but Billy has a way of making things so foolishly black and white that it's pretty.
The last one I'm not going to explain. I'll just tell a story. Once a friend and I were drinking heavily in my old room. For whatever reason we decided it best to down some opiates in pill form, and the reaction that ensued was unbelievable. We were tossed back and forth between what felt like death and birth. Pangs of happiness followed by drowsy two minute black outs. When we composed ourselves enough, I put on a CD, rustled through the tracks as fast I could, and found it. Don't laugh.
Vincent by Don Mclean.
We sat for hours with this song on repeat, just bawling our eyes out sheerly because it was such a perfect song. It's about Vincent Van Gogh, and the tribulations and depression he went through because he was just so far ahead of his time, so intelligent, that he was made the outcast. There's a cresendo that touches upon his suicide, with an allusion to Starry Night. If you ever hear this song.. please pay attention to the word choices. Listen to the melody, and the soothing guitar. Try and ignore the strings. Or just let them blend into the song, don't stand them apart or you'll think it's cheesy. The word choice is perfect though. No poem stronger, no song greater.
However now my cat is nestled asleep into my chest, so I'm going to spend some time cuddling with her before I go to sleep. I am glad I have this journal, because I feel like I can actually write in it and not have to worry about what I'm writing. Frankly I don't care if it gets read, I just want to get it out. Sometimes that's harder than it sounds.