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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

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.

I get all blubbery when I hear that old Country Western song "You Left Me For a NASCAR driver":guitarist

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

Bryn that makes the hair stand up on my arms just reading it.

I don't even know the song.

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.

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

Bryn Mawr;680032 wrote: Have you tried Wednesday Morning, 3AM - another heart tugger


do not make me cry .....:yh_sad