since there seems to be so many threads abuot songs, i thought i'd provide my own. which song would you like to have play at your funeral? here's mine. Blaze - Stare at the Sun As I live, so I die Here in, endless night Time to be, time to see Infinity, consuming me There's a world of madness, light years away That I once called my home There's a sea of sadness, to sail away Now I stare at the sun Staring at a million million stars Through the icy dark Across the spinal arm The yellow dwarf, a speck of light In perpetual night Lifetimes away there lies my home Just can't seem to tear away my eyes Is this real or am I still alive Stare at the sun The end of the world has come Stare at the sun, the sun The ending has just begun I knew I'd feel a little pain Not so deep or so ingrained Now I won't see home again Earth seems to be so far away This my cradle and my grave Is this where my life will end Just can't seem to tear away my eyes Is this real or am I still alive Is this now the time that I will die Stare at the sun The end of the world has come Stare at the sun, the sun The ending has just begun As I live, so I die Here in, endless night
Pig-Dave Matthews Band Isn't it strange How we move our lives for another day Like skipping a beat What if a great wave should wash us all away Just thinking out loud Don't mean to dwell on this dying thing But looking at blood It's alive right now Deep and sweet within Pouring through our veins Intoxicate moving wine to tears Drinking it deep Then an evening spent dancing It's you and me This love will open our world From the dark side we can see a glow of something bright There's much more than we see here Don't burn the day away Is this not enough This blessed sip of life Is it not enough Staring down at the ground Oh then complain and pray more from above Greedy little pig Stop just watch your world trickle away Oh it's your problem now It'll all be dead and gone in a few short years Just love will open our eyes Just love will put the hope in our minds Much more than we could ever know Don't burn the day away Come sister my brother Shake up your bones shake up your feet I'm saying open up And let the rain come pouring in Wash out this tired notion That the best is yet to come But while you're dancing on the ground Don't think of when you're gone Love! love!? what more is there? We need the light of love in here Don't beat your head Dry your eyes Let the love in there There are bad times But that's ok Just look for love in it Don't burn the day away Look Here are we On this starry night staring into space And I must say I feel as small as dust Lying down here What point could there be troubling Head down wondering what will become of me Why concern we cannot see But no reason to abandon it Time is short but that's all right Maybe I'll go in the middle of the night Take your hands from your eyes, my love Everything must end some time Don't burn the day away Come sister My brother Shake up your bones shake up your feet I'm saying open up And let the rain come flooding in Wash out this tired notion That the best is yet to come But while you're dancing on the ground Don't think of when you're gone Love! love!? what more is there? We need the light of love in here Don't beat your head Dry your eyes Let the love in there There are bad times But that's ok Just look for love in it
"The Circle Game" by Joni Mitchell Yesterday a child came out to wonder Caught a dragonfly inside a jar Fearful when the sky was full of thunder And tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasons Skated over ten clear frozen streams Words like, when you're older, must appease him And promises of someday make his dreams And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town And they tell him, Take your time, it won't be long now Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty Before the last revolving year is through And the seasons they go round and round And the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return, we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game
Now You're Messing With a Son of a b**** - Judas Priest. I like to give folks a heads up when I'm on my way.
I think that 2 Live Crew did "Me So Horny" and Nazareth did "Hair of the Dog", now your messing with a son of a b****.
The Wild Strawberries song? Meet me in a doorway I'll be painting pictures of gates You were so crazy I was so chaste I don't know what happened to me I don't know I don't want to think about it I don't want to think about it You rendered me conscious You cut my innocent face I'm not really bitter Then again I'm not amused I just want to kick you till you cry I loved I really loved you Meet me in a doorway I'll be wearing Middleton's lace It's as sterile as chess Nobody'd guess You were touching me between the love of God and sister mercy
Angel spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay there's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight in the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there so tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack it don't make no difference escaping one last time it's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees in the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort here This is some depressing sh*t.
I don't have a song picked out yet, but I'll have a marching band like an old-style cajun funeral march. I live a couple of blocks from TSU and 1 block from a large black Catholic church. They did a funeral at the church one day and had the TSU marching band perform the march. It was something to see. When the Saints Go Marching In is the classic, but unless I have some born-again experience between now and my death, it might ring a little too hollow. Then again, as a plea for mercy for the wayward, it might be very appropriate.
man, i hope my funeral is a freaking celebration. i hope people will remember the things i loved...the things that were important to me...and everyone goes to an astros game after the service! guess that means i need to kick off in the summertime...hoping they remember what i believe, and where i believe that leaves me...hoping it's still a few years off, right now, nevertheless! want to see my kids grown up first....but when it's time to go, it's time to go. it's certainly been done...but "amazing grace." absolutely. no question about it.
