What songs have made you actually cry?

The Only Child ( Jackson Browne)- because it reminds me of my brother.

Boy of Mine
As your fortune comes to carry you down the line
And you watch as the changes unfold
And you sort among the stories you've been told
If some pieces of the picture are hard to find
And the answers to your questions are hard to hold

Take good care of your mother
When you're making up your mind
Should one thing or another take you from behind
Though the world may make you hard and wild
And determine how your life is styled
When you've come to feel that you're the only child
Take good care of your brother

Let the disappointments pass
Let the laughter fill your glass
Let your illusions last until they shatter
Whatever you might hope to find
Among the thoughts that crowd your mind
There won't be many that ever really matter

But take good care of your mother
And remember to be kind
When the pain of another will serve you to remind
That there are those who feel themselves exiled
On whom the fortune never smiled
And upon whose life the heartache has been piled
They're just looking for another
Lonely child

And when you've found another soul
Who sees into your own
Take good care of each other.

When I was 7 yrs. old, my dad was killed in a car accident. He was a police officer for New Orleans. 7th district. I'm 25 yrs old now and I can still remember it as if it just happened today. We had like 2 days of viewing. The first day was at the church for all family and close friends, the second was at the funeral home for the other officers and friends. Then we had the funeral. Well when we left the funeral home, and were driving to the cemetary where he was being buried, that song One more try by George Michael came on. That was the first time I had ever heard that song, and it just broke me. I just started thinking about the words, and the things my dad, brother, sister and I did, and I think that is when it really hit me that he was gone. Anyway, sorry for the life story, its just that that is the only song that has ever had such an emotional effect on me.

Bless you, sweetheart.

It never stops taking your breath, does it?

Thank you for sharing it with us.

Okay here's a few:

Basically most of the "Amelie" soundtrack especially the theme track beacuse the movie makes me cry but because it is so beautiful and it just makes you cry out of sheer wonder. i was heard the soundtrack at a reasturant and i started cryin but it's happy tears.

High and dry by radiohead- when i was a teenager it really struck a cord in me, one day in computer class i was listening to it on my headphones and i started crying people were staring at me.

Gabriel by lamb (the remix) sad beautiful song that makes me cry when i listen to it at night. Very emmotive.

Kissing you by Desree- it's the theme to baz lurhmans romeo and julliet. very sad romantic song.

Ice king-by res had me crying in the car especially the line "I was your princess baby told you certain things you can't posses so let me go let me go... Cos i've given until I break... I know you are an Ice king everything you gave to me comes from the destitute and the tone i can't live this lie no more" it was right after I realised how badly some one used me emmotionally. I was crying so badly i had to wipe face and i got looks at all the robots i stopped at.

When I first saw the Christian Alternative Worship band Mercy Me I was overjoyed. At the time I was very pious and I was in love with Christian music, especially Mercy Me. When their song "I can only imagine" started playing tears came flowing down.

"I can only imagine"

I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When your face is before me
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

Surrounded by your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus?
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence?
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Halelluja?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the Son
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine
I can only imagine

Surrounded by your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus?
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence?
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Halelluja?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine
I can only imagine, yeah, yeah, yeah

Surrounded by your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus?
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence?
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Halelluja?
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine, yeah

I can only imagine, yeah, yeah
I can only imagine, Yeah
I can only imagine
I can only imagine, Ohh yeah
I can only imagine

I can only imagine when all I will do
is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine

"The Dance"

I think about my sweetheart who died so young at age 48 in 1994.

Actually, I think about him everyday. It's so hard to lose someone.

Earlier, someone mentioned "You Are So Beautiful" by Joe Cocker.

He sang that to me once. The only time a man has ever sung a song directly to me.

Our time together was the stuff of fairy tales.

<sigh>

That's terribly sad, dupre. I'm so sorry that happened.

Thanks, msolga. I appreciate that.

Someday Soon --Judy Collins

I Would Do Anything For Love (but I Won't Do That) --Meat Loaf

Father & son --Cat Stevens

Accidentally in Love --Counting Crows

it's really true when people say how songs can make you reminisce about the past. out of the blue by michael learns to rock reminds me of the days when my dad drove me to school and how he hummed to that song. bebel gilberto reminds me of that trip to bangkok i embarked on with a best friend when i was 16. i heard her song for the first time in a store at chatuchak weekend market and i knew that was the kind of feeling i'm looking for.

songs dont makes me cry, they just make me go into deep thoughts. but one...there's one that actually made me cry.

making love out of nothing at all by air supply

I'm sure I've said this somewhere else but Ashokan Farewell/Sullivan Balloo's Letter from the television soundtrack of The Civil War always chokes me up....

Imagine the lone fiddle in the background...

July 14, 1861
Washington, D.C.


Dear Sarah,

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days, perhaps tomorrow, and lest I should not be able to write you again I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I am no more. I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in, the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how American civilization now leans upon the triumph of the government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and suffering of The Revolution, and I am willing, perfectly willing, to lay down all my joys in this life to help maintain this government and to pay that debt.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence can break. And yet my love of country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me irresistible with all those chains to the battlefield. The memory of all the blissful moments I have enjoyed with you come crowding over me and I feel most deeply grateful to God and you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And how hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes and future years when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together and see our boys grown up to honorable manhood around us.

If I do not return, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I loved you, nor that when my last breath escapes me in the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How houghtless, how foolish I have sometimes been! But, oh, Sarah - if the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they love, I shall always be with you in the brightest day and the darkest night - always, always. And when the soft breeze fans your cheek, it shall be my breath - with the cool air your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah, do not mourn me dead, think I am gone and wait for me, for we shall meet again.


(One week later, Major Sullivan Balloo was killed in the first battle of Bull Run)

Oh god, here's one... listening to dublab.com, dropped into a cool show by Ale, followed by, bugger, Jimmy's Dying Songs. I dont like that show much. But I'm listening anyway, its a little past midnight, and this song comes on that's - <checks> - the Television Personalities, Tell me about your day. And I all but just started crying right there. Part out of empathy (my own sadness); (greater?) part out of sympathy (and guilt). Oh god what have we done.

One night a few years ago I was flipping stations and A&E was playing some live footage of Woodstock. It was great. They played a bit from all kinds of performer's sets. Santana was particularly memorable heh, they had an unbelievable drummer. Anyway out comes Janis Joplin, and I don't know if they played one or two songs but they did their cover of Thornton's "Ball and Chain" and wow, I don't know what it was, her voice just tore me apart. It was amazing!!!

I have to second what C.I. said too. The symphonies really can get to me, so I'll usually sit somewhere no one will notice if I start to get a bit misty hah. The shear power of it.

Last but not least this song got to me once, but I think it was the times I was going through.

System of a Down - Streamline -

I wasn't there for you,
I wasn't there for you.

I know, weather's gonna be fine,
But I can see you cross the streamline,
My love waits for me in daytime,
But I can see you through the snowblind.

You are gone, I wasn't there for
Goodbyes are long, I wasn't there for
Goodbye, goodbye...

I wasn't there for goodbye.
But I wasn't there for goodbye.

I know, time reveals in hindsight,
I can, wrestle with the stormy night,
Because, your love lasts a lifetime,
But I can, see you through the snowblind.

I wasn't there for you
You are gone
I wasn't there for you
Goodbyes are long
I wasn't there for you.

You are gone, but I wasn't there for
Goodbyes are long,
I wasn't there for goodbye,
Goodbye,
Goodbye.

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edited for typo

A song for moma by boys2men

"The Moon's A Harsh Mistress" (by Jimmy Webb as sung by Judy Collins)
and

"Houses"
Words and Music by Judy Collins
Universal Music Corp. (ASCAP)/ The Wildflowers Company (ASCAP)
(Administered by Universal Music Corp.)

You have many houses, one for every season
Mountains in your windows, violets in your hands
Thru your English meadows your blue-eyed horses wander
You're in Colorado for the Spring

When the Winter finds you, you fly to where it's summer
Rooms that face the ocean, moonlight on your bed
Mermaids swift as dolphins paint the air with diamonds
You are like a seagull as you sail

Why do you fly bright feathered sometimes in my dreams?
The shadows of your wings fall over my face
I can feel no air, I can find no peace
Brides in black ribbons, witches in white
Fly in thru the windows, fly out thru the night

Why do I think I'm dying sometimes in my dreams?
I see myself a child running thru the trees
Looking everywhere, crawling on my knees
Searching for myself, looking for my life
I cannot see the leaves, I cannot see the light

Then I see you walking just beyond the forest
Walking very quickly, walking by yourself
Your shoes are silver, your coat is made of velvet
Your eyes are shining, your voice is sweet and clear
"Come on" you say "come with me, I'm going to the castle
All the bells are ringing, the weddings have begun"
But I can only stand here-I cannot move to follow
I'm burning in the shadows and freezing in the sun

There are people with you living in your houses
People from your childhood who remember how you were
You were always flying, nightingale of sorrow
Singing bird with rainbows on your wings

This song always reminds me of two people I miss - and I find the second one particularly poignant because I know that Judy Collins son committed suicide and I wonder if she wrote it about him.

Fast Car by Tracey Chapman which is especially poignant at the moment as my car has just been repossessed.

x

September When It Comes
Roseanne Cash with Johnny Cash
(Especially poignant now that Johnny's gone)

There's a cross above the baby's bed,
A Saviour in her dreams.
But she was not delivered then,
And the baby became me.
There's a light inside the darkened room,
A footstep on the stair.
A door that I forever close,
To leave those memories there.

So when the shadows link them,
Into an evening sun.
Well first there's summer, then I'll let you in.
September when it comes.

(Johnny signs this part. Gets me every time.)
I plan to crawl outside these walls,
Close my eyes and see.
And fall into the heart and arms,
Of those who wait for me.
I cannot move a mountain now;
I can no longer run.
I cannot be who I was then:
In a way, I never was.

I watch the clouds go sailing;
I watch the clock and sun.
Oh, I watch myself, depending on,
September when it comes.

So when the shadows link them,
And burn away the clouds.
They will fly me, like an angel,
To a place where I can rest.
When this begins, I'll let you know,
September when it comes.

Nightswimming
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe- REM)

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows.
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse.
Still, it's so much clearer.
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge.
The moon is low tonight.

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night.
I'm not sure all these people understand.
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water.
They cannot see me naked.
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday.

Nightswimming, remembering that night.
September's coming soon.
I'm pining for the moon.
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming.

You, I thought I knew you.
You I cannot judge.
You, I thought you knew me,
this one laughing quietly underneath my breath.
Nightswimming.

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder.
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

For me, the saddest song is "Little Green Apples".
When they play it on the radio, I have to turn it off immediately.

Patches. B. B King.

I was born and raised down in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods.
Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches". Papa used to tease
me about it, but deep down inside dad was hurtin`
`cause he`d done the best he could.
My papa was a great old man
I can see him with a shovel in his hand
Education that he never had
But he did wonders when the times got bad
The little money from the crops we raised
Barely paid the bills we made
Oh life whipped him
Down to the ground
When he tried to get up
Life would kick him back down
On the day papa called me
To his dyin` bed
Placed his hand on my shoulders
And in tears he said
Patches
I`m depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it`s all left up to you
Two days later papa passed away
And I became a man that day
Everyday I had to work the fields
`Cause that`s the only way
We got our meals
See, I was the oldest of the family
And everybody was depending on me
Now the years have passed
And everybody`s grown
Mama`s been livin`
In a brand new home
Lord knows it took
A lot of sweat and tears
And my daddy`s voice
To help us through the years
He said -
Patches
I`m depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it`s all left up to you
Daddy had been sick for a long time, flat on his back. Every evenin` after
we`d finish our chores and eat our dinner, we`d all go into papa`s room to
cheer him up a little. And this particular day dad was in good spirits,
sittin` on the side of the bed, tellin` mama how good she looked. When all
of a sudden, papa had a pain in his chest. I was too young to understand,
talkin` about a heart attack here. Mama rushed us all out of the room into
the hallway. About ten minutes later she came out with tears in her eyes.
She called out to me, "Patches, Patches, get in here, boy. Your daddy
wanna
see you." I went runnin` into papa`s room, there papa lay. Daddy had
tears
in his eyes. I knew something was wrong, daddy was a poor man, but all of my
life he`d been a proud man. I knelt down on one knee beside the bed, papa
put his hand on my shoulder. He said, "Patches, Patches, boy, the hammer
of
life done beat your old papa down to the ground, and I ain`t got nobody to
turn to to take care of mama and the younger. So what I want you to do is
promise me, son, is that you`re gonna do your best to help your mama as much
as you can." I said, "Papa, I`m gonna do my best." But little
did I know
then like I know now, that tryin` to climb life`s mountains searchin` for a
top where there ain`t no top, sometimes you find yourself frustrated, lazy.
But every time I feel like I can`t live my life like I want to, my mind goes
back to that day when I see those tears in my daddy`s eyes. But most of all
I remember his words, "Patches, I`m dependin` on you, boy." Every
time I
feel like givin` up, I hear his voice. "Patches, Patches, Patches,
Patches -"
I`m depending on you, son
I`ve tried to do my best
It`s up to you to do the rest
Patches
I`m depending on you, son
I`ve tried to do my best
It`s up to you to do the rest
Patches
I`m depending on you, son
To pull the family through
My son, it`s all left up to you