Sad Sundays 2

Here is a sad song by the Goo Goo Dolls called Iris.


And I'd give up forever to touch you,
Cause I know that you feel me somehow.
You're the closest heaven that I'll ever be,
And I don't want to go home right now.

And all I can taste is this moment,
And all I can breathe is your life,
And sooner or later it's over,
I just don't want to miss you tonight.

And I don't want the world to see me,
Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming,
Or the moment of the truth in your lies.
When everything feels like the movies,
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.

And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

And I don't want the world to see me,
Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

And I don't want the world to see me,
Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

Sad Sundays 1

I have always had a thing for sad music. I don't think of myself as hugely depressive and sad. But I do tend to be melancholy sometimes.

I don't see this as something bad. These sad songs express things that I feel but cannot articulate, and because they do it so well I feel more connected to life when I hear them. Make sense? I may appear a bit nutty, but ... I am?

So I am launching Sad Sundays, because is this not the time when we feel most melancholy in general?

I hope the songs I put out on Sundays don't depress you, but I do hope they touch a nerve, or something. Whatever.

This is possibly the saddest song I have ever heard. I don't listen to it too often as a result:

STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA - Bruce Springsteen


I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
What I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
I saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
My own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
Wastin´away
On the streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me
Its just you and I my friend
My clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
Just to slip the skin

The night has fallen, I'm lying awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia