… when you’re getting dumped by the one you love?
No condolences, please, and there’s of course two sides to the story. Still feeling like sh*te, some distraction would be welcome. So, what would you play?
Sonja
… when you’re getting dumped by the one you love?
No condolences, please, and there’s of course two sides to the story. Still feeling like sh*te, some distraction would be welcome. So, what would you play?
Sonja
sad and beautiful airs that make my eyes water, the more tears flow, the quicker i’ll forget. like ned of the hill, lord gregory,…
sometimes, soldiers and dreams are like lovers, who come without warning.
they take you by surprise, when you think you must make it alone.
sooner or later, their presense is only a memory,
but you know that without them, you never had rolled back the stone.
sometimes people grow apart in order to improve, but that’s better than a smothering relationship.
i wich you plenty love&strenght and keep on playing!
I want you to know, that I’m happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother
Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn’t able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you’re still alive
And I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her
Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn’t able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died, til you died
But you’re still alive
And I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I’m not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back
I hope you feel it…well can you feel it
And I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
-jazz-The warm tones will start where you are, then fill up your pleasure
nodes and restore your spirits.
-Best,
something with a strong beat and a strong tune that fires you up, gives you strength to say …their loss…I go back to prokovieff Romeo and Juliet the Ball scene (no pun intended) or heavy metal…or Flook ![]()
take care
I’m with Cranberry on the Alanis Morrissette. For more pensive/sad moods, some of Sarah McLachlan’s stuff is good. Sheryl Crow has a good song called The Difficult Kind. I’m not a country music freak, but I do like the song Bring On the Rain by Jo Dee Messina, it’s about getting through a bad situation and coming out stronger. I guess these are more to listen to than to play, didn’t know if you meant to play on the whistle or to play as CDs. Hope you feel better.
Sorry cj and Cran, but I can’t hink of a more manufactured piece of fake angst than this tune. I feel pretty much the same about the artist, too.
And now back to our regular programming… ![]()
Any really good music that you know your ex would hate. It’s very liberating to realize “hey, I can listen to THIS now! And really really loud, too!”
Depends on how you like to handle these things.
You can wallow in self pity, because the sooner you hit the bottom the sooner you can bounce back.
You can carry on as if nothing has changed, because why should a guy change what you like to play.
You can play all the bouncy up-beat stuff to show that you’re enjoying your newfound liberation, free from the shackles of itemhood.
Alanis isn’t for everybody, but her music is cathartic for some of us. Depends on your mood and preference.
Rammstein. In particular, the Mutter album, final track, Nebel.
Sie stehen eng umschlungen
ein Fleischgemisch so reich an Tagen
wo das Meer das Land berührt
will sie ihm die Wahrheit sagen
Doch ihre Worte frisst der Wind
wo das Meer zu Ende ist
hält sie zitternd seine Hand
und hat ihn auf die Stirn geküsst
sie trägt den Abend in der Brust
und weiß dass sie verleben muss
sie legt den Kopf in seinen Schoß
und bittet einen letzten Kuss
und dann hat er sie geküsst
wo das Meer zu Ende ist
ihre Lippen schwach und blass
und seine Augen werden nass
Der letzte Kuss ist so lang her
der letzte Kuss
er erinnert sich nicht mehr
Seriously, it worked for me.
Thanks, all of you.
Interestingly, what helps most right now is - scales. Scales and exercises, and tunes (“Pull the knife and stick it again”… such a nice title). And the urge to cry, even if you don’t, really messes up both embouchure and breath control.
Oh well.
Sonja
“Tubthumpers” by Chumbawamba (one-hit wonders)
“I’ll never fall in love again!” …
Second the motion on that! I once dated a major classical music snob, and when we broke up the first thing I did was start listening to the trashiest pop music I could find…and singing to it too!
Robin
I like Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill, but none of her earlier or later suff. I also like Sarah Mchalahlahlahlhalhalhan.
Leonard Cohen, particularly Songs of Love and Hate, New Skin for the Old Ceremony, and Recent Songs.
You have my condolences anyway.
My recommendation: REM – It’s the End of the World as we know it
I LOVE that song!!
Michael Stipe is awesome.
‘From The Very First You Caused Me Nothing But Misery’
by Jim Stone
More of my efforts, balm for the aching heart…
‘You Squeezed the Toothpaste in the Middle of the Tube,
I shoulda Known Then You’re a MegaBoob!’
‘Soon You’ll Want To Be My Friend, I Suppose,
I’ll Smile and Bite you on the Nose…’
‘You Left Me For Melvin? How Very Nice.
I hope the Bugger Gives You Lice.’
'You Wanna Come Back? Too late, Cherie!
(Hee, Hee, Hee, Hee, Hee, Hee, Hee, Hee!)
These (sung softly by candlelight) and
the passage of a couple of weeks always do the trick.