Alison Krauss is my favorite singer – I came in here to add her song “Ghost in This House” to the list:
I’m just a ghost in this house.
I’m just a shadow upon these walls,
I’m living proof of the damage heartbreak does.
I’m just a whisper of smoke
I’m all that’s left of two hearts on fire
That once burned out of control
You took my body and soul
I’m just a ghost in this house.
Just sad.
Ooh, I’d forgotten that one, Annie-Xmas. Just reading the lyrics, I could ‘hear’ George’s voice and I was all over goosebumps… One of the greatest hurtin’ songs of all time!
DARCY FARROW By Steve Gillette and Tom Campbell. Best known recording of it was by John Denver.
But her pony did stumble and she did fall
Her dyin’ touched the hearts of us one and all
Young Vandy in his pain put a bullet through his brain
And we buried them together as the snows began to fall
Being the fan of traditional Appalachian and bluegrass music, I would have to recommend Body and Soul
Tomorrow as the sun sinks low
The shadows will cover her face
As her last sun goes down, she’s laid beneath the ground
And my teardrops are falling like rain
The sucky part is I know there are tons of songs but I can’t remember most of them right now
Thru the eyes of Ruby - smashing pumpkins
The Kids aren’t alright - Offspring
suicide is painless - Johnny Mandel
Local H - Bound for the floor
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The before mention Lover, you should have come over by Jeff Buckley and Hurt (both versions).
I’ll throw in Rabbit in your headlights on U.N.K.L.E’s Psyence Fiction sung by Thom Yorke of radiohead fame…
here a some snippets;
Im a rabbit in your headlights
Scared of the spotlight
You dont come to visit
…
…
If youre frightened of dyin and youre holding on…
Youll see devils tearing your life away.
It’s the combination of the lyrics and the simple piano accompanying it
There’s a club, if you’d like to go
You could meet somebody who really loves you
So you go, and you stand on your own
And you leave on your own
And you go home, and you cry
And you want to die
Lorena McKennit does a wonderful version of Alfred Noyes’ poem “The Highwayman”, although I don’t recall if she uses the poem verbatim or adapts it.
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.
Cowboy Junkies are great for sad stuff. “Mining for Gold”, an a capella rendition of a traditional mining song, may be the best of the bunch for me:
Two years and the silicosis takes hold
and I feel like I’m dying from mining for gold