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[Skilpadda]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av rajraj, her.

Det er "Seasons in the sun" av Terry Jacks opprinnelig.

Av Jacques Brel opprinnelig, faktisk (men da på fransk). I likhet med "Ne me quitte pas", som også er rimelig trist.

[Fluke]

"Tyven tyven" er også veldig trist.

[Divine]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av Skilpadda, her.

I likhet med "Ne me quitte pas", som også er rimelig trist.

Ja, trøste og bære. Ikke akkurat noen gladlåt, nei.

Jeg blir for øvrig helt dårlig av å høre på

(Kilde: youtube.com)

av Sinead O'Connor.

SINEAD O'CONNOR
THREE BABIES

Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three
And of course
I'm like a wild horse
But there's no other way I could be
Water and feed
Are not tools that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be
In my soul
My blood and my bones
I have wrapped your cold bodies around me
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me
Each of these
My three babies
I was not willing to leave
Though I tried
I blasphemed and denied
I know they will be returned to me
Each of these
My babies
Have brought you closer to me
No longer mad like a horse
I'm still wild but not lost
From the thing that I've chosen to be
And it's `cause you've thrilled me
Silenced me
Stilled me
Proved things I never believed
The face on you
The smell of you
Will always be with me
Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask no one else will be
Mother to these three

[rajraj]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av Skilpadda, her.

Av Jacques Brel opprinnelig, faktisk (men da på fransk). I likhet med "Ne me quitte pas", som også er rimelig trist.

Ah, det visste jeg ikke.

(Kilde: youtube.com)

minner meg forøvrig (av en eller annen merkelig grunn) om en annen trist sang:

(Kilde: youtube.com)

av Don McLean:

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the 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,
How you suffered for your sanity,
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 field 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,
How you suffered for your sanity,
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 in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

Supersnufs!

[Divine]

Opprinnelig lagt inn av rajraj, her.

en annen trist sang:

(Kilde: youtube.com)

av Don McLean:

Ja, den er kjempefin og kjempetrist.