Ghost Riders In The Sky - Johnny Cash
was looking for a version of Days for this thread and I came across this
An Ending (Ascent) by Brian Eno.
Like being lifted into a different world.
Always look on the bright side of life
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āI wanna stay alive with youā by Ocean Colour Scene
Marty Robbins does that one better.
A Million Miles Away by Rory Gallagher
Run by Snow Patrol but I wonāt piss on Tiger parade
Tubthumping - I get knocked down
Not sure if iād go for songs myself as it is hit and miss really. A good friend of mine died suddenly a few years ago and they played a real great song, perfect really, as he was wheeled out. Every time i hear that song now i think of that awful day. Is that really what youād want for your family and friends after youāve gone? Iām not so sure.
Know what you mean Dunph. Mate of mine died earlier this year and they played music at his funeral. Can never listen to that song again without thinking of him. Pity, but such is life.
Time to Say Goodbye - Andrea Bocelli and Sarah Brightman
My Way - Frank Sinatra
Fields of Gold - Eva Cassidy
MLK - U2
Another One Bites The Dust - Queen
Theyād all be up there. Gave this quite a bit of thought in the past.
Girl I was in college with swore she wanted to be cremated to Johnny Cash - Ring of Fire. She never understood irony to be fair.
Thereās going to be some very boring funerals around here (My Way? Sweet Jesus).
Personally, I would want to go down in a blaze of glory to the sound of the Pogues - If I should Fall from Grace with God. Wholly appropriate under the circumstances:
If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If Im buried neath the sod
But the angels wont receive me
Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others
Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
Then no corpse can lie upon me
Its coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If Im buried neath the sod
But the angels wont receive me
Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Ah here lad, give us a video at least, never mind words :rolleyes:
I am also organising the funeral of Baroness Margaret Thatcher (alongside my colleague, Mr Declan Patrick Aloyisus McManus) - I hope to have this honour soon.
Pride of place will be a song written specifically in her memory, and very fitting it will be as well:
Tramp The Dirt Down:
I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign
A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain
She spills with compassion, as that young childās
face in her hands she grips
Can you imagine all that greed and avarice
coming down on that childās lips
Well I hope I donāt die too soon
I pray the Lord my soul to save
Oh Iāll be a good boy, Iām trying so hard to behave
Because thereās one thing I know, Iād like to live
long enough to savour
Thatās when they finally put you in the ground
Iāll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down
When England was the whore of the world
Margaret was her madam
And the future looked as bright and as clear as
the black tarmacadam
Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isnāt
haunted by every tiny detail
'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands
all she thought of was betrayal
And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run
Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his
only son
And how itās only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt
Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt
Try telling me she isnāt angry with this pitiful discontent
When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment
And then expect you to say āThank youā straighten up, look proud and pleased
Because youāve only got the symptoms, you havenāt got the whole disease
Just like a schoolboy, whose headās like a tin-can
filled up with dreams then poured down the drain
Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and
maimed
Who takes all the glory and none of the shame
Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep
I think Iāll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep
I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap
'Cos when they finally put you in the ground
Theyāll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down
What, of the Pogues, or my funeral?
Whichever is easiest. Thatcher is a cunt.
I was driving down to Innishannon the other evening and reached for an old CD holder (with CDs in it) my mother uncovered recently in the family home house ā¦ first CD I stuck on was Pink Floyd live ā¦ and this belter came on ā¦
Pink Floyd - Shine on You Crazy Diamond ā¦All 13 mins of itā¦
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Youāre some cunt. People itching to get out of the church/forest/ whatever shithole you are getting sent off from, and you get them to wait another 13 minutes
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Exactly the point ā I want you cursing me every second of it ---- Hopefully the sandwiches laid on afterwards will have gone a bit hard by the time you get to them.