Weepy songs

I know I've posted this for similar questions, but it always makes me come crashing down.

COME CALLING
Cowboy Junkies

The stillness here,
like what he sometimes finds inside her,
hits so hard it can steal your breath forever
He sometimes wonders
is the sum of their lives together
him on the floor and her lost to a mind in tatters

These days he's drinking for the pleasure of falling
and he's falling for the pleasure of pretending
that she's sitting by the window waiting
for him to come calling

If I could fix me up a week of twilight hours
we'd sit on the point
and watch the sun continually flounder
Bathed in gold we'd plug into some kind of power
and connect with those days
back before all of this went sour

'Cause I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling
and I'm falling for the pleasure of pretending
that you're sitting by the window waiting
for me to come calling

Odd how the darkness always makes us whisper
and with the last of the sun
you can feel the approach of the winter
Now is the time of each day
that I Desperately miss her
I suppose I will learn how to live my life without her

So you're drinking for the pleasure of falling
and you're falling for the pleasure of pretending
that I'm sitting by the window waiting
for you to come calling

There are a couple of Stan Rogers tunes that do it for me, especially this one:

FIRST CHRISTMAS

This day, a year ago, he was rolling in the snow
With a younger brother in his father's yard.
Christmas break - a time for touching home
The heart of all he'd known, and leaving was so hard -
Three thousand miles away, now he's working Christmas Day
Making double time for "the minding of the store"...
Well, he'd always said he'd make it on his own
He's spending Christmas Eve alone.
First Christmas away from home.

She's standing by the train station, panhandling for change
Four more dollars buys a decent meal and a room.
Looks like the Sally Ann place after all,
In a crowded sleeping hall that echoes like a tomb
But it's warm and clean and free and there are worse places to be,
And at least it means no beating from her Dad
And if she cries because it's Christmas Day
She hopes that it won't show...
First Christmas away from home.

In the apartment stands a tree, and it looks so small and bare
Not like it was meant to be
The Golden Angel on the top, it's not that same old silver star
You wanted for your own
First Christmas away from home.

In the morning, they get prayers, then it's Crafts and tea downstairs
Then another meal back in his little room
Hoping maybe that "the boys" will think to phone before the day is gone
Well, it's best they do it soon.
When the "old girl" passed away, he fell more apart each day
Each had always kept the other pretty well
But the kids all said the nursing home was best
'Cause he couldn't live alone...
First Christmas away from home.

In the Common Room they've got the biggest tree
And it's huge and cold and lifeless,
Not like it ought to be
And the lit-up flashing Santa Claus on top
It's not that same old silver star you once made for your own
First Christmas away from home.

Roy Forbes does it to me a lot - I've posted the lyrics to Woh Me before.
And I'm going to do it again.

Woh me, I'm comin' to you
With a gentle helping hand
Woh me, I'm comin' to you
With a lovin' understanding

Late at night
when the moon is shining bright
And you're shivering cold
You don't have to turn on your electric blanket
Cos I'll be there for you to hold

Woh me, I'm comin' to you
With a gentle helping hand
Woh me, I'm comin' to you
With a lovin' understanding

Late at night
When you're tossing and turning
And your pillow just won't fit your head right
Don't get upset
I'll be right here beside you
And I'm quite prepared to hold you tight

Woh me, I'm comin' to you
With a gentle helping hand
Woh me, I'm comin' to you
With a lovin' understanding

Late at night
When the wind is blowing
And the rain is pounding down on your roof
Don't let annoy you
Listen to the melody
Come over here
I've got some love for you

Woh me, I'm comin' to you
With a gentle helping hand
Woh me, I'm comin' to you
With a lovin' understanding

ROY FORBES (SOCAN)

Shirley Eikhard (most people know her for having written Let's give them something to talk about) wrote this about a friend's relative with Alzheimer's. There wasn't a dry eye in the house when we saw her perform this. My vision gets a little blurry each time I listen to the c.d.

Emily remembers

Emily remembers
The dances at her high school
when she was young and carefree
Some forty years ago

Emily remembers
Standing on the bleachers
Cheering for the home team
Her hair all wet with snow

But she forgets today's her birthday
And if it's Tuesday, she's not sure
She forgets to comb her hair out
I remember it for her

Emily remembers
Her weekends in the country
Those walks down by the river
On Sunday afternoons

Emily remembers
Her holiday in Paris
Those evenings at The Ballet
Beneath an August moon

But she forgets that I'm her best friend
And how inseparable we were
She forgets how much she needs me
I remember it for her

She forgets how much she loves me
I remember it for her

Stan and Bim, Oh vey! Canadian heartbreakers fer sure.

I have no idea why, I'm not an Ozzie but gosh darnit every time I hear The Band Played Walzing Matilda, it can't control the water works.

The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
by Eric Vogel
When I was a young man I carried me pack
And I lived the free life of the rover
From the Murry's green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen_fifteen me country said "Son
It's time to stop rembling, there's work to be done"
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When the ship pulled away from the quay
And midst all the cheers, flag waving and tears
We sailed off for Gallipoli
Oh, 't well I remember that terrible day
When our blood stained the sand and the water
And how in the hell they called Suvla bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk, he was ready, he primed himself well
He rained us with bullets and he showered us with shell
And in five minutes flat we were all blown to hell
Nearly blew us back home to Australia
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When we stopped to bury all slain
Well, we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then it started all over again
All those that were living just tried to survive
In that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
While around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
And when I awoke in me hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
I never knew there was worse things than dyin'
And no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush, far and near
For the hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
They collected the wounded, the crippled, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind men, the insane
Those proud, wounded heros of Suvla
And when the ship pulled at the Circular Quay
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
And thank Christ there was no one there waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
When they carried us down the gangway
Oh, nobody cheered, they just stood there and stared
Then they turned all their faced away
Oh, now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
I see my old comrades, the proudly they march
Renewing their dreams of past glories
I see the old men, all tart, stiff and worn
Those weary old heros of a forgotten war
And the young people ask "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men still answer the call
But year after year their number get fewer
Someday no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda
Who'll come a_waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by the billibong
So who'll come a_waltzing Matilda with me

Oh yeah, when I was doing the folk circuit, I had to stop playing that one....also There Were Roses:

My song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad,
Or for adding to the sorrow of a troubled Northern land.
But lately I've been thinking, and it just won't leave my mind.
I'll tell you now of two good friends who were both good friends of mine.

Alan Bell from Banagh, he lived just across the fields.
A great man for the music and the dancing and the reels.
O'Malley came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair.
It was then we'd meet on the Ryan Road, and laughter filled the air.

Now, Alan, he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born.
But it never made a difference, for their friendship it was strong.
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums,
We said "War won't divide us, we will always be as one.

For the land our fathers plow in, the soil it is the same.
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names."
We talked about our friends who'd died, we hoped there'd be no more.
It was little then we realized the tragedy in store.

CH: There were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the people ran together.

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came around.
Another killing had been done just outside Newry town.
We knew that Alan danced up there, we knew he liked the band.
But when we heard that he was dead, we just could not understand.

We gathered at his graveside on a cold and rainy day.
The minister just closed his eyes, and for no revenge he prayed.
And those of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road,
Just bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul.

There were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the people ran together.

Now fear it filled the countryside, and fear filled every home,
When a car of death came prowling round the lonely Ryan Road.
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score.
Oh Christ, it's young O'Malley that they've taken from the door.

"Alan was my friend!" he cried, he begged them with his fear.
But centuries of hatred have ears that cannot hear.
"An eye for an eye" was all that filled their minds.
And another eye for another eye, til everyone is blind.

There were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the people ran together.

Now I don't know where the moral is, or how this song should end.
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends.
And the men who give the orders are not the ones to die.
It's Bell and O'Malley and the likes of you and I.

There were roses, roses, there were roses.
And the tears of the people ran together.

Cav, every time I hear the uilleann pipes I shed a tear. It' has to be the saddest sounding instrument ever.

Ceili, Paddy Keenan of The Bothy Band playing 'The Blackbird', air, jig and reel gets me weepy for all the right reasons. That guy was a master! The Jimi Hendrix of the uilleann pipes...

I just saw Davy Spillane at the Edmonton Folk Fest, the irish pipes have to be the hardest instrument to play ever invented. And they say the irish gave the bagpipes to the scots as a joke.
Ceili

Ceili....I have found a new weepy song, at least for me. Paddy Keenan has a new album out, and he covers Fairport Convention's Stranger to Himself:

http://www.paddykeenan.com/grazing/index.htm

There is also an awesome pipe set there to listen to. Both tracks are awesome. I do think I may purchase the album...

Stranger to Himself
(Sandy Denny)

He was a stranger to himself
A spy in his own camp
And his money was his health
All thrown to the dust by his very own hand
Yet his beauty lingered still
Beyond the draining of the sand
But greener was the other side of the hill
Richer was the other man's land
But we loved him, loved him just like brothers would
We loved him, loved him like no others could
And she loved him, loved him like a lover should
Take good care of an aching heart
You never can replace it
You know you are the master of your heart
You'll realise that when you think it fit
Those orbs of blue are jading away
No laughter from them dances
Yet you're bound to remember this one day
Hazards are risks and risks are chances
You can run for cover, run for cover like a frightened hare
Till it's all over, all over and there's no-one there
'Cos you daren't discover, daren't discover that we really care

When those pipes kick in, I lose it...

Cav...whatcha mean you did a folk circuit?

Anyone seen the movie "A Mighty Wind?" Good times.

ceili knows roy's other name. hmmmmmmmmmmm.

how do you feel about connie kaldor?

Slappy, I want to say it means I had sex with a few treeplanters, which I did, but I played Irish folk tunes around Montreal when I was in university.

ehBeth, I know Connie Kaldor, but am not terribly familiar with her music.

I still have not seen A Mighty Wind.... dangit!

I have to see A Mighty Wind too. I love those guys...thought Waiting for Guffman and Best in Show were hilarious.

I went to a wedding today, heard the march and couldn't help but stymie my quivering lip. Gets me every time. Not sure if it's happiness or shear fear.
Ceili

I watched "A Mighty Wind" last night. I found myself cringing through most of it, although there were some good laughs.

I know this is a really sappy song but it gets me every time - it's that "Bread" song that goes

I would give everything I own
Give up my ......(?), my heart my home
I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again

That's the song that they played at my friends four year old son's funeral. I simply fall apart if I hear it now.

Another song that can make me teary is the Car's song "Drive".

Boomer! Hi!

I was listening to Bill Withers this afternoon. Lean on my gets me misty too.

You just keep on using me..... until you use me up.

I LOVE Bill Withers!

Hi backatcha, little k.