Lest we forget, Clint Holmes sang the following in “Playground In My Mind”:
*See the little children
See how they’re playing so happy
In the playground in my mind.
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba
La la la la la la la.*
To spare you all further brain damage, I have omitted the part where the rotten child sings “My name is Michael, I’ve got a nickel”. Hey kid, here’s a quarter if you’ll STFU.
Heh, sappy, not depressing.
“I Hate Myself and Want to Die” was a Nirvana song. It never seemed especially depressing to me, but it was of course prescient.
Was the sappiest song I’d ever heard before “Butterfly Kisses.” Then they played it at my friends funeral. Now I want to puke and cry every time I hear it.
I came in based on the thread title to say “Seasons in the Sun”, which is by far the sappiest song ever sung. I don’t see it disqualified by being worn out so much as that as you are looking for second place. Which would be “Patches”, a distant second, but still far ahead of anything which could be third place. Other songs are just cloying in comparison to these two. But you already knew these things.
Don’t give up on us, baby
We’re still worth one more try
I know we put our last one by
Just for a rainy evening
When maybe stars are few
Don’t give up on us, I know we can still come throooooooouuuuuuuuuuugh!
David Soul, for all of you blessed enough not to have this one act as an earworm.
These are epic schmaltz-fests, but let me throw up “She Can’t Help Herself” by Level 42. LSS, the subject of the song’s parents are killed in a car wreck, she’s sexually assaulted by a family friend, and she’s unable to find love. Mark King, the band’s vocalist, stated that he thought, “Bloody hell, what else can happen to this poor girl?” It’s a great song musically and vocally, but the lyrics are so horrible it makes me cringe.
Surely “Macarthur Park” has been mentioned in this thread? I just scanned it real quickly and didn’t see it.
Bastard! <glares in Hazle’s general direction>
I’d say most stuff by Barry Manilow, or as I like to call him: Barely Manenough. And Paul McCartney and Wings were none too sincere, either. How about “Ebony and Ivory”? That’s putrid. I know that’s Sir Paul and Jacko, but what the hell–Paul always was the Beatle with the worst case of treacle/smarm.