This song about Vincent van Gogh always makes me verklemt.
Starry, starry night Paint your pallette blue and gray. Look out on a summer's day With eye's that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land. Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen; they did not know how -- Perhaps they'll listen now. Starry, starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen; they did not know how -- Perhaps they'll listen now. For they could not love you But still, your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry, starry night You took your life as lovers often do -- But I could've told you, Vincent: This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you. Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn, a bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. Now I think I know What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen; they're not listening still -- Perhaps they never will...
When you're lost in the rain in Juarez and it's Easter time too and your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through don't put on any airs when you're down on rue morgue avenue they got some hungry women there and they really make a mess out of you
Now if you see Saint Annie please tell her thanks a lot I cannot move my fingers are all in a knot I don't have the strength to get up and take another shot and my best friend my doctor won't even say what it is I have got
Sweet Melinda the peasants call her the goddess of gloom she speaks good English and she invites you up into her room and you're so kind and careful not to go to her too soon and she takes your voice and leaves you howling at the moon
Up on housing project hill it's either fortune or fame you must pick one or the other though neither of them are to be what they claim if you're looking to get silly you better go back from where you came because the cops don't need you and man they expect the same
Now all the authorities they just stand around and boast hew they blackmailed the sergeant at arms into leaving his post and picking up angel who just arrived here from the coast who looked so fine at first but left looking like a ghost
When I started out on burgundy but soon hit the harder stuff everybody said they'd stand behind me when the game got rough but the joke was on me there was nobody even there to bluff I'm going back to New York City I do believe I've had enough
@AM988 - good suggestion with the Gary Jules song.
Some more I've been listening to recently (just out of an LTR):
Coldplay - The Scientist Billy Joel - And So it Goes Ron Pope - A Drop in the Ocean Shinedown - Call Me Adele - Someone Like You Parachute - Kiss Me Slowly Dido - White Flag Staggered Crossing - Times Made Up my Mind
omg i have a youtube playlist which is called "Sad Shit" most of it is Christina Aguillera, including this song "You Lost Me" about love lost. Its from the album "Bionic" and this performance on David Letterman was better than the official video.