Igår höll jag på med en riktigt munter aktivitet. Nej, jag försökte inte hitta snygga clips-on till Standing Man eller så, men det var ändå ett tidsfördriv av rang. Jag försökte hitta den mest ledsamma låten. Det var inte så lätt visade det sig. Jag googlade på "sad songs" och fick fram Backstreet Boys "Incomplete". Det var inte riktigt det jag var ute efter… Så jag fick helt enkelt vara subjektiv och leta fram låtar i mitt eget tyckte. Så här ser tre-i-topp ut:

 

3. En låt som är har en tragisk text men också en stämningsfull melodi. Skriven av Nick Cave, som för övrigt numera ser ut som en parodi på John Travolta. Videon fråntar dock lite av känslan man får av att bara lyssna på låten. Man fokuserar istället på alla förvandlingar Kylie Minouge tycks ha genomgått. Hur som:

 

 

 

Text: The Wild Rose

CHORUS:
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day

From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild

When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face

CHORUS

On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I’d seen
I said, ’Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?’

On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: ’Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?’
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, ’If I show you the roses will you follow?’

CHORUS

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, ’All beauty must die’
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

CHORUS

 

Nr 2: Tell Laura I Love her, skriven av Jeff Barry and Ben Raleigh. Handlar om lycklig kärlek som slutar i misär. Den hade kommit på plats nummer 1 om det inte var för Ray Petersen som sjunger som om han hade döden i halsen när han går upp på de höga tonerna. Ritchie Valens version är dock mycket bättre.

Text:

Tommy and Laura were lovers he wanted to give here everything
Flowers presents and most of all a wedding ring
He saw a sign for a stockcar race a thousand dollar prize it read
He couldn’t get Laura on the phone so to her mother Tommy said
Tell Laura I love her tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura I may be late I’ve something to do that cannot wait
He drove his car to the racing ground he was the youngest driver there
The crowd roared as they started to race
Around the truck they drove at a deadly pace
No one knows what happened that day how his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath they heard him say
Tell Laura I love her tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry my love for her will never die
Now in the chapel Laura prays for her Tommy who passed away
It was just for Laura that he lived and died alone in the chapel she can hear him cry
Tell Laura I love her…
My love for her will never die

Nr. 1. "Gloomy Sunday". Är en ungersk dikt egentligen, men komponerades senare av Rezsõ Seress. Låten blev till och med bannad av BBC för att den var för ledsam, vilket inte rimmade så bra i samband med andra världskriget. Hur som helst, mycket bra, mycket ledsam. Den kallas för "den ungerska självmordslåten" för att den sades ta livet av de som lyssnade på den. Det verkar tack och lov vara en "urban legend", alltså en modern myt. Precis  som myten att det finns ett nytt piller som våldtäktsmän använder på klubbar, som egentligen är tänkt för nedsövning av hästar. (Vilket då skulle göra att de som råkar ut för pillret både blir våldtagna och sterila). Bara en parentes. 

 

 Text:

Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided
To end it all
Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers
That are said I know
But let them not weep
Let them know
That I’m glad to go
Death is no dream
For in death I’m caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I’ll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart dear
Darling I hope
That my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday

 

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