Not everyone's favourite topic for a song but I've just come across this one and it made me think of some others - hunting for clips now.
When I'm gone, don't bury me
I will not lie under this town
I will not lie where I can't see
Please don't put me underground
If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
Oh my sister will bake a cake, and on it she'll write something funny
Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
As for all that is inside
You can give to medicine
As for all my bones and hide
Just find a fire to put 'em in
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/w/washington/underground.html ]
If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
Oh my sister will bake a cake, and on it she'll write something funny
Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
Though I may be relatively young
I hope in the final moments
I hear every song I've ever sung
At once
When I'm gone don't weep and moan
Where I'm going is a pleasant stay
I'll visit my grandfather's home
Drink gin with Billie Holiday
If the day is sunny, let my father say some words
If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories
Oh my sister will bake a cake, and on it she'll write something funny
Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money
When I'm gone, don't bury me
I will not lie under this dirty town
I will not lie where I can't see
Please don't put me underground
No, please don't put me under
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
For the first time in your life
Wear your blouse undone to hear
And your skirt split up to here
Oh dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
For the first time in your life
Oh dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
Wink at the minister
Blow kisses to my grieving brothers
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/smog/dress_sexy_at_my_funeral.html ]
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
And when it comes your turn to speak before the crowd
Tell them about the time we did it
On the beach with fireworks above us
On the railroad tracks with the gravel in your back
In the back room of a crowded bar
And in the graveyard where my body now rests
Oh dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
Dress sexy at my funeral my good wife
For the first time in your life
Also tell them about how I gave to charity
And tried to love my fellow man as best I could
But most of all don't forget about the time on the beach
With fireworks above us
If I get murdered in the city
Don’t go revengin in my name
One person dead from such is plenty
No need to go get locked away
When I leave your arms
The things that I think of
No need to get over ??
I’m comin home
I wonder which brother is better
Which one our parents love the most
I sure did get in lots of trouble
They said to let the other go
A tear fell from my father’s eyes
I wondered what my dad would say
He said I love you
And I’m proud of you both, in so many different ways
If I get murdered in the city
Go read the letter in my desk
Don’t worry with all my belongings
But pay attention to the list
Make sure my sister knows I loved her
Make sure my mother knows the same
Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name
Always remember, there is nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name
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hingehead
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Tue 20 Sep, 2011 11:17 pm
Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
"You just better start sniffin' your own
rank subjugation jack 'cause it's just you
against your tattered libido, the bank and
the mortician, forever man and it wouldn't
be luck if you could get out of life alive"*
Knock-knock-knockin' on heaven's door
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hingehead
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Tue 20 Sep, 2011 11:19 pm
In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home
Well, well, well, so I can die easy [X2]
Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair
Well, well, well, so I can die easy [X2]
Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody...
Jesus gonna make up... Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed
Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven... Won't you let me in
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong
Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.
I've only been this young once. I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong
No, not once.
Oh, I did somebody some good. Somebody some good...
Oh, did somebody some good. I must have did somebody some good...
Oh, I believe I did
I see the smiling faces
I know I must have left some traces
And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field
And I hear them shouting under my feet
And I know it's got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I've done
You can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun.
Hear the angels marchin', hear the' marchin', hear them marchin',
hear them marchin', the' marchin'
Oh my Jesus... [repeat]
Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin'...
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jespah
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Wed 21 Sep, 2011 06:13 am
Posted this one for Noddy's passing topic. It's always resonated with me.
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djjd62
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Wed 21 Sep, 2011 06:29 am
i'd like this played at my funeral (especially Leon's studio version)
Woke up this morning
Put on my slippers
Walked in the kitchen and died
And oh what a feeling!
When my soul
Went thru the ceiling
And on up into heaven I did ride
When I got there they did say
John, it happened this way
You slipped upon the floor
And hit your head
And all the angels say
Just before you passed away
These were the very last words
That you said:
Chorus:
Please don’t bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I’d druther have "em" cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don’t mind the size
Give my stomach to milwaukee
If they run out of beer
Put my socks in a cedar box
Just get "em" out of here
Venus de milo can have my arms
Look out!
I’ve got your nose
Sell my heart to the junkman
And give my love to rose
Repeat chorus
Give my feet to the footloose
Careless, fancy free
Give my knees to the needy
Don’t pull that stuff on me
Hand me down my walking cane
It’s a sin to tell a lie
Send my mouth way down south
And kiss my as* goodbye
Repeat chorus
Rap
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hingehead
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Wed 21 Sep, 2011 10:12 pm
@djjd62,
That's interesting Panz - I don't think the lyricist intended us to think that 'when I'm gone' means 'when I'm dead', although it's a perfectly reasonable interpretation.
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Region Philbis
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Thu 22 Sep, 2011 12:22 pm
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McTag
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Thu 22 Sep, 2011 12:36 pm
Something a bit different
"When I am Laid in Earth"- aka Dido's Lament from Dido and Aeneas by Purcell
And there's this one, hinge, a song from Warren Zevon, when he knew he was dying.
I always think of farmerman now, when I hear this song .... because he has related so strongly to it, having lost too many good friends & loved ones through untimely deaths.
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