Although I have no connection to the Celtic identity or culture, ever since the first time I heard this many years ago, it still gets to me. It's not about a finite loss like Clapton's song about his son, but it is still haunting in a hopeless way.
In Morris Co., N.J. at the right end of a Browning 12 gauge, with Nick to my left n Rex to my right.
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[QUOTE=greenwichjetfan;4493385]Although I have no connection to the Celtic identity or culture, ever since the first time I heard this many years ago, it still gets to me. It's not about a finite loss like Clapton's song about his son, but it is still haunting in a hopeless way.
Little off topic but for you guitar players..... Try playing that tune.
Intermediate difficulty very rewarding.
When I was a kid, a good friend was killed on his bike by a car. At the school memorial 7th grade, someone used the words to MANDY by Barry Manilow and used my friends name in a reading. Mandy will always be the saddest song to me.
What a great, great song. Haven't heard/listened to it in too long, and I love Johnny Cash. Shame on me for not thinking of this song. Truthfully, shame on me for thinking any of my songs were "sadder" than anyone else's. All subjective.
And I'm this morose on my birfday, and just got incredibly great family news! I blame the Jets. :D
This one is the worst for me. I lost my father to aids didnt know it at the time. I was fifteen and he just dissapearred for two years while the court placed me in a group home. When I was almost 18 they let me go early so I could care for him till he passed. He was 300 when I last saw him 98 pounds when I was reunited with him.
Sometime after the funeral I saw a movie with a chick with Matthew modine and the Aids epidemic during the Regan years old movie. Well they play this song at the end. I couldnt even breathe to try to keep myself from losing it. I still walk out of places when I hear it fast.
[QUOTE=thebigragu;4493499] He was 300 when I last saw him 98 pounds when I was reunited with him.
I know how this feels Ragu. My dad was about 225 pounds most of his life. By the time Parkinson's ravaged his body he was about 125-130. Doctors told him that he was going to have to be fed through a tube since he lost the ability to chew. He died of a heart attack later that night.