If there's a more depressing song,

Front Row · December 20, 2006

hurt

Jumpin Johnies · December 20, 2006

great song JJ

Got it on my Myspace account.

CaP'N GRuNGe · December 20, 2006

Once upon a time

Not so long ago

Tommy used to work on the docks

Unions been on strike

Hes down on his luck...its tough, so tough

Gina works the diner all day

Working for her man, she brings home her pay

For love - for love

She says weve got to hold on to what weve got

cause it doesnt make a difference

If we make it or not

Weve got each other and thats a lot

For love - well give it a shot

Chorus:

Whooah, were half way there

Livin on a prayer

Take my hand and well make it - I swear

Livin on a prayer

Tommys got his six string in hock

Now hes holding in what he used

To make it talk - so tough, its tough

Gina dreams of running away

When she cries in the night

Tommy whispers baby its okay, someday

Weve got to hold on to what weve got

cause it doesnt make a difference

If we make it or not

Weve got each other and thats a lot

For love - well give it a shot

Chorus

Weve got to hold on ready or not

You live for the fight when its all that youve got

Chorus

Hardrocker · December 20, 2006

Artist/Band: Cash Johnny

Lyrics for Song: Sunday Morning Coming Down

Lyrics for Album: The Essential Johnny Cash

Well, I woke up Sunday morning

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,

So I had one more for dessert.

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.

Then I washed my face and combed my hair

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.

I'd smoked my mind the night before

With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid

Playing with a can that he was kicking.

Then I walked across the street

And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.

And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost

Somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy

With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school

And listened to the songs they were singing.

Then I headed down the street,

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,

And it echoed through the canyon

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday

That makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing short a' dying

That's half as lonesome as the sound

Of the sleeping city sidewalk

And Sunday morning coming down.

This is a great thread. This song however should be credited to Kris Kristofferson.

loaf · December 10, 2007

SheikYerbuti · October 2, 2010

Casimir Polaski Day - Sufjan Stevens

Golden rod and the 4-H stone

The things I brought you

When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone

And he drove his car to the Navy yard

Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade

When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade

I could see what you were reading

Oh the glory that the lord has made

And the complications you could do without

When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the bible study

We lift our hands and pray over your body

But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael's house

In the living room when you kissed my neck

And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs

When your father found out what we did that night

And you told me you were scared

Oh the glory when you ran outside

With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied

And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house

I find the card where you wrote it out

With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide

With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied

I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go

And the nurse runs in with her head hung low

And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade

On the first of March on the holiday

I thought I saw you breathing

Oh the glory that the lord has made

And the complications when I see his face

In the morning in the window

Oh the glory when he took our place

But he took my shoulders and he shook my face

And he takes and he takes and he takes

loaf · October 3, 2010

I love that Illinoise CD

JoJoTheWebToedBoy · October 3, 2010

About a first person account of a guy slowly dying after a plane crash, came out in 71....

DOA

D.O.A by Bloodrock

Laying here looking at the ceiling

Someone lays a sheet across my chest

Something warm is flowing down my fingers

Pain is flowing all through my back

I try to move my arms and there's no feeling

And when I look I see there's nothing there

The face beside me stopped it totally bleeding

The girl I knew has such a distant stare

I remember