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JennYWhat Song WIll Sum Up Your Life at Your Funeral?
October 10th 2006 07:08
"Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death."
~ Walt Whitman
What song will be played at your funeral? It should be a song which sums up your existence as a person, in general. Try to imagine the reality of your loved ones sitting around your coffin. They will know if you picked a bullshit song...so be truthful.
Don't Follow by Alice in Chains
"Hey, I ain't never coming home
Hey, I'll just wander my own road
Hey, I can't meet you here tomorrow
Say goodbye don't follow
Misery so hollow
Hey you, you're livin' life full throttle
Hey you, pass me down that bottle, yeah
Hey you, you can't shake me round now
I get so lost and don't know how, yeah
And it hurts to care, I'm going down
Forgot my woman, lost my friends
Things I'd done and where I've been
Sleep in sweat the mirrors cold
See my face it's growin' old
Scared to death no reason why
Do whatever to get me by
Think about the things I said
Read the page it's cold and dead
Take me home (5x)
Say goodbye Don't follow"
This song sums me up in very few words. I can't decide if that is good or bad...your turn!
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Comment by Homer Joyce
They demand that my brain works overtime ...
I'm going to choose a song that is so unpredicatble that only my best friends will know why I chose it (and even then they will be left with a few questions in their head as to why I did) ... It's so reflective of how most people who call themselves my friends have never understood (nor accepted) how I have lived my life, or the choices I have made ....
That's not just honest but appropriate. Don't you think?
I'm not even going to play the entire song, but just choose a small section (the ending) and have it repeated over and over and over and over again during the entire ceremony ... (people who know me well will understand why ... I put one song [or a section of a song] on repeat and play it all day long so it doesn't interrupt my concentration when I'm writing ... People think I have a good memory ... but it's just that the things I love in life I commit to memory by repetition ... Yes, I am weird ...
I'm choosing the final moments of MacArthur Park by Richard Harris ...
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no!
Oh, no
No, no
Oh no!!
Those who know me well will realise that the cake is a metaphor for the soul ... and the rain is just a metaphor for the repetitive knocks I have recieved in my life that people thought were gentle but hurt me as much as if I had been a delicate cake ...
And God is singing this song, and he's really sad about the fact that he created such a unique soul and it caved in under the constant pressure ... and was lost forever ...
That's about as honest as I can be in a public forum ...
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
Your life will be celebrated...there will be a Homer Joyce day and I, in America, in uncool Indiana, will celebrate that I once had a blog and you graced it.
I am honored, as always, that you indulge my little meanderings...
Voices~
Comment by tinkster
I too have battles in my life like Layne.
Now maybe, I didn't mean to treat you bad, but I did it anyway
And now maybe, some would say your life was sad, but you lived it anyway
And so maybe, Your friends they stand around they watch you crumble
As you falter to the ground
And then someday, Your friends they stand beside as you were flying
Oh you were flying oh so high
But then someday people look at you for what they call their own, they watch you suffer
Yeah they hear you calling home
But then someday we could take our time to brush the leaves aside so you can reach us
But you left me far behind
Now maybe, I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say your left with what you had, but you couldn't share the pain
But you couldn't share the pain
No,no,no couldn't share the pain, they watch you suffer
Now maybe I could have made my own mistakes
But I live with what I've known
And then maybe, we might share in something great
But won't you look at where we've grown
Won't you look at where we've gone
But then someday comes tomorrow holds a sense of what I feel for you in my mind
As you trip the final line
And that cold day when you lost control
Shame you left my life so soon you should have told me
But you left me far behind.
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
You have posed an interesting question for me...perhaps the romanticism of a tortured artist dying from the drugs used to medicate his tortured soul is frivolous. (I feel inspired...a new post coming soon.)
I am sure your friends have not waxed poetic about your problems, as they might the problems of the late great Layne Staley, though similiar in nature. As though if they could just hug him it might be all better. Do you wonder where the line is to give you your hugs?
In all fairness, however, it is much different when dealing with those problems in reality. It is much more difficult to watch someone you know die than the voice coming out of your speakers.
Come back,
Voices~
Comment by Ran
So glad to see you have overcome them
Completely silent now
With heaven's help
You've cast your demons out
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you off your cloud
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
To the dead
To the dead
Recall the deeds as if they're all
Someone else's
Atrocious stories
Now you stand reborn
Before us all
So glad to see you well
And not to pull your halo down
Around your neck and tug you to the ground
But I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends
To the dead
To the dead
With your halo slippin' down
Your halo slippin'
Your halo slippin' down
Your halo slippin' down
Your halo slippin' down
(I'm more than just a little curious
How you're plannin' to go about makin' your amends)
[repeated]
Your halo slippin' down
Your halo's slippin' down to choke you now
The funny thing as you know im not into the whole heaven and hell thing, but this song just speaks to me, i want this played when i get put to rest.
Comment by The Voices in my Head
The Voices in my Head
That did occur to me, but music isn't always about the literal meaning of what they are singing about. It may even be that *psych 101 lesson* you wish you did believe...maybe you are looking for a little magic and fairy dust in your life, Ran. *smile*
I am convinced that certain artists could sing about worshipping bread...and the way they do it, the emotion, the music they choose...and suddenly you think bread is the way, the truth and the life...
Beautiful thing, music.
Come back,
Voices~