what songs makes you cry
what songs makes you cry
supercalifragelisticexpialidocious.Julie Andrews, I think.:-3:-3
what songs makes you cry
christina18;676314 wrote: Somewhere Over the Rainbow by Eva Cassidy always starts me off. There are many more that I could mention, 'cos I'm a big softy, but I can't think at the mo.
I cry at the drop of a hat. I have a tear in my eye when I watch the Jeremy Kyle Show!! See, I told you I was a softy.:-1
Hey me too, that song tugs at my emotions too
as well as...
Imagine by John Lennon
Can't You See by The Marshall Tucker Band
Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle
I cry at the drop of a hat. I have a tear in my eye when I watch the Jeremy Kyle Show!! See, I told you I was a softy.:-1
Hey me too, that song tugs at my emotions too
as well as...
Imagine by John Lennon
Can't You See by The Marshall Tucker Band
Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
• Mae West
• Mae West
what songs makes you cry
There was a song by Phil Collins that used to make me tear up, from a movie in the 80s. But I can't think of it right now! I think Katherine McPhee did it on American Idol. It said something like, "How could you leave me here, all alone... ", etc.
what songs makes you cry
I get all blubbery when I hear that old Country Western song "You Left Me For a NASCAR driver":guitarist
what songs makes you cry
magenta flame;676667 wrote: and the Band played Waltzing Maltilda..........Yes I see you like that song. only song about a military campagne that shows respect and indeed if you know some of the stories to come out of that battle of Gallipoli the love shown on both sides between enemies that found themselves both in a desperate and stupid situation brought on by ignorant generals on both sides. did you know at one point during one of many cease fires the australians had football games and cricket games with the enemy on the very fields they knew they had to slaughter each other on? both sides were never trully enemies.
Here's a version with some beautiful art work and pics from the era.
I always think of the pic in mums lounge room of my great grandfather just before he left for Gallipoli.don't forget this song is about the Brits and french too. and by a major stategy bungle thousands died. Gallipoli was deemed as a "distraction". That's right all those men died because they were considered expendable. as today we're still considered expendable. and that's why we don't go fighting everyones wars for them anymore ..we have long memories. Great grand dad died of the effects of gas many years after the war ...............Mum says he couldn't listen to bagpipes after the war ............something to do with a Brit who used to play them and one of the turks playing a flute back to echo him.
It must be doubly poignant when you had family fighting there. The last verse says a lot about attitudes and worth.
Another song that moves me about another campaign :-
Christmas 1914
Christmas 1914 (Mike Harding)
Christmas Eve in 1914, stars were gleaming, gleaming bright
And all along the Western front guns were lying still and quiet
Men lay dozing in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark
As far away behind the lines a village dog began tae bark
Some lay thinking of their families, some sang songs to others quiet
Playing brag and rolling fags to pass away the Christmas night
As we watched the German trenches, something moved in no man's land
Through the dark there came a soldier carrying a white flag in his hand
Then from both sides men came running, crossing into no man's land
Through the barbed wire, mud and shell-holes, shyly stood there shaking hands
Fritz he brought cigars and brandy, Tommy brought corned beef and fags
And as they stood there quietly talking, the moon shone down on no man's land
Then Christmas Day we all played football in the mud of no man's land
Tommy brought some Christmas pudding, Fritz brought out a German band
And when they beat us at the football we shared all our grub and drink
Then Fritz showed me a tattered photo of a brown-haired girl back in Berlin
For four days after no side fired, not one shot disturbed the night
For old Fritz and Tommy Atkins, they'd both lost their will to fight
So they withdrew us from the trenches, sent us back behind the lines
They brought fresh troops to take our places and told the guns, Prepare to fire
The next night in 1914, flak was beaming, beaming bright
The orders came, Prepare offensive! Over the top we go tonight
And men stood waiting in the trenches, gazed out across our football park
As all along the Western front the Christmas guns began tae bark
Here's a version with some beautiful art work and pics from the era.
I always think of the pic in mums lounge room of my great grandfather just before he left for Gallipoli.don't forget this song is about the Brits and french too. and by a major stategy bungle thousands died. Gallipoli was deemed as a "distraction". That's right all those men died because they were considered expendable. as today we're still considered expendable. and that's why we don't go fighting everyones wars for them anymore ..we have long memories. Great grand dad died of the effects of gas many years after the war ...............Mum says he couldn't listen to bagpipes after the war ............something to do with a Brit who used to play them and one of the turks playing a flute back to echo him.
It must be doubly poignant when you had family fighting there. The last verse says a lot about attitudes and worth.
Another song that moves me about another campaign :-
Christmas 1914
Christmas 1914 (Mike Harding)
Christmas Eve in 1914, stars were gleaming, gleaming bright
And all along the Western front guns were lying still and quiet
Men lay dozing in the trenches, in the cold and in the dark
As far away behind the lines a village dog began tae bark
Some lay thinking of their families, some sang songs to others quiet
Playing brag and rolling fags to pass away the Christmas night
As we watched the German trenches, something moved in no man's land
Through the dark there came a soldier carrying a white flag in his hand
Then from both sides men came running, crossing into no man's land
Through the barbed wire, mud and shell-holes, shyly stood there shaking hands
Fritz he brought cigars and brandy, Tommy brought corned beef and fags
And as they stood there quietly talking, the moon shone down on no man's land
Then Christmas Day we all played football in the mud of no man's land
Tommy brought some Christmas pudding, Fritz brought out a German band
And when they beat us at the football we shared all our grub and drink
Then Fritz showed me a tattered photo of a brown-haired girl back in Berlin
For four days after no side fired, not one shot disturbed the night
For old Fritz and Tommy Atkins, they'd both lost their will to fight
So they withdrew us from the trenches, sent us back behind the lines
They brought fresh troops to take our places and told the guns, Prepare to fire
The next night in 1914, flak was beaming, beaming bright
The orders came, Prepare offensive! Over the top we go tonight
And men stood waiting in the trenches, gazed out across our football park
As all along the Western front the Christmas guns began tae bark
what songs makes you cry
Bryn that makes the hair stand up on my arms just reading it.
I don't even know the song.
I don't even know the song.
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
• Mae West
• Mae West
what songs makes you cry
Chookie;676970 wrote: Another from Eric Bogle.......................
The Heroes Return
My youngest son came home today,
His friends marched with him all the way,
The flutes and drums beat out the time,
As in his box of polished pine,
Like dead meat on a butcher’s tray
My youngest son came home today.
My youngest son was a fine young man,
With a wife, a daughter and two sons,
A man he would have lived and died,
Till by a bullet sanctified.
Now he’s a saint, or so they say,
They brought their Saint home today.
Above the bombed and battered streets,
The lowering sky looks down and weeps,
On children’s blood in gutters spilled,
In dreams of Freedom unfulfilled,
As part of freedom’s price to pay,
My youngest son came home today.
My youngest son came home today,
His friends marched with him all the way,
The flutes and drums beat out the time,
As in his box of polished pine,
Like dead meat on a butcher’s tray
My youngest son came home today.
Damn, you beat me to it
I was building up to that one - it says it all really.
The Heroes Return
My youngest son came home today,
His friends marched with him all the way,
The flutes and drums beat out the time,
As in his box of polished pine,
Like dead meat on a butcher’s tray
My youngest son came home today.
My youngest son was a fine young man,
With a wife, a daughter and two sons,
A man he would have lived and died,
Till by a bullet sanctified.
Now he’s a saint, or so they say,
They brought their Saint home today.
Above the bombed and battered streets,
The lowering sky looks down and weeps,
On children’s blood in gutters spilled,
In dreams of Freedom unfulfilled,
As part of freedom’s price to pay,
My youngest son came home today.
My youngest son came home today,
His friends marched with him all the way,
The flutes and drums beat out the time,
As in his box of polished pine,
Like dead meat on a butcher’s tray
My youngest son came home today.
Damn, you beat me to it
I was building up to that one - it says it all really.
what songs makes you cry
minks;679208 wrote: Hey me too, that song tugs at my emotions too
as well as...
Imagine by John Lennon
Can't You See by The Marshall Tucker Band
Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle
Have you tried Wednesday Morning, 3AM - another heart tugger
as well as...
Imagine by John Lennon
Can't You See by The Marshall Tucker Band
Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle
Have you tried Wednesday Morning, 3AM - another heart tugger
what songs makes you cry
Bryn Mawr;680032 wrote: Have you tried Wednesday Morning, 3AM - another heart tugger
do not make me cry .....:yh_sad
do not make me cry .....:yh_sad
�You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.�
• Mae West
• Mae West