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What songs make you cry?
Jim Croce's Operator is a tear jerker for me. Otherwise known as That's Not The Way It Feels, written from the perspective of a guy calling the telephone operator to get him in touch with a long lost love, the song was inspired by Croce's experience serving in Vietnam with soldiers whose girlfriends dumped them while they were serving overseas.
It's the second verse that always gets me:
At 12:15 pm on November 9, 1975, the Edmund Fitzgerald set out from Superior, Wisconsin on what was to be her final voyage. After midnight the next day, the Great Lakes were beset by a terrible winter storm. The Fitzgerald and the Arthur M. Anderson would weather the storm together, until 7pm when the Anderson lost all contact with the Fitzgerald. The last reply from Fitzgerald Captain Ernest M. McSorley, "We're holding our own." There were 29 men on board.
The legend was immortalized by folk singer Gordon Lightfoot in his 1976 hit "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." The song takes some liberties but gets many of the details right while leaving some of the more poignant details out. A haunting electric guitar riff accompanies the melody, and the song picks up at the moment the storm sets in. While the song goes on for a few more verses than I think is necessary, it is poetically lyrical throughout - and a glorifying tribute to the 29 men lost at sea.
Cats In The Cradle by Harry Chapin
There's a popular game that goes way back. It's simple. See how long it takes until the first person starts crying to Cats In The Cradle. The song tells the oft repeated (and oft experienced) tale of a boy whose working father is never around, too busy supporting the family to spend time with his son. Until the day comes when the boy is grown and the father wants to spend time with him. By now, the new man has his own family and his own obligations and no time to spend with his father. The cruelest of ironies.
Alright... here it is. The greatest song ever written. That's right. It's my all time favorite song. Supertramp's Long Way Home.
I'm sorry I can't find a video for this as for some reason someone does a really thorough job keeping the studio version off of Youtube. (and the few live performances and re-recordings to be found just don't do it justice.) Besides, everyone owes it to themselves to listen to the entirely of Supertramp's Breakfast In America album at least once.
On the surface, the song is about a man whose wife is so uninterested in him that he would rather take a long time coming home than be with her. Underneath, the song is a metaphor for life and the journey we take through it. According to singer songwriter Rodger Hodgson, "I really believe we all want to find our home, find that place in us where we feel at home, and to me, home is in the heart and that is really, when we are in touch with our heart and we're living our life from our heart, then we do feel like we found our home."
Beginning with an ominous violin string that starts out just at the edge of hearing and gradually rises until it is abruptly punctuated by a single hard discordant piano note followed by low rambling keys, the absolutely bad ass harmonica courtesy of wind instrument maestro John Helliwell kicks in and rips a haunting chill straight through the heart of this number. The tune rises almost imperceptibly to a tearing clarinet solo just before the final verse, after which it suddenly winds down with a beat reminiscent of a train pulling into the station only to be finished off by the low, lonely melodic weep of the harmonica.
I never fail to shed at least a single tear at the last verse:
Life is long, but the journey can feel short. Make sure to take the long way home.
Jim Croce's Operator is a tear jerker for me. Otherwise known as That's Not The Way It Feels, written from the perspective of a guy calling the telephone operator to get him in touch with a long lost love, the song was inspired by Croce's experience serving in Vietnam with soldiers whose girlfriends dumped them while they were serving overseas.
It's the second verse that always gets me:
Operator., oh won't you help me place this call
Cuz I can't read the number that you just gave me
There's something in my eyes
You know it happens every time
I think about the love that I thought would save me
Cuz I can't read the number that you just gave me
There's something in my eyes
You know it happens every time
I think about the love that I thought would save me
At 12:15 pm on November 9, 1975, the Edmund Fitzgerald set out from Superior, Wisconsin on what was to be her final voyage. After midnight the next day, the Great Lakes were beset by a terrible winter storm. The Fitzgerald and the Arthur M. Anderson would weather the storm together, until 7pm when the Anderson lost all contact with the Fitzgerald. The last reply from Fitzgerald Captain Ernest M. McSorley, "We're holding our own." There were 29 men on board.
The legend was immortalized by folk singer Gordon Lightfoot in his 1976 hit "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." The song takes some liberties but gets many of the details right while leaving some of the more poignant details out. A haunting electric guitar riff accompanies the melody, and the song picks up at the moment the storm sets in. While the song goes on for a few more verses than I think is necessary, it is poetically lyrical throughout - and a glorifying tribute to the 29 men lost at sea.
Cats In The Cradle by Harry Chapin
There's a popular game that goes way back. It's simple. See how long it takes until the first person starts crying to Cats In The Cradle. The song tells the oft repeated (and oft experienced) tale of a boy whose working father is never around, too busy supporting the family to spend time with his son. Until the day comes when the boy is grown and the father wants to spend time with him. By now, the new man has his own family and his own obligations and no time to spend with his father. The cruelest of ironies.
Alright... here it is. The greatest song ever written. That's right. It's my all time favorite song. Supertramp's Long Way Home.
I'm sorry I can't find a video for this as for some reason someone does a really thorough job keeping the studio version off of Youtube. (and the few live performances and re-recordings to be found just don't do it justice.) Besides, everyone owes it to themselves to listen to the entirely of Supertramp's Breakfast In America album at least once.
On the surface, the song is about a man whose wife is so uninterested in him that he would rather take a long time coming home than be with her. Underneath, the song is a metaphor for life and the journey we take through it. According to singer songwriter Rodger Hodgson, "I really believe we all want to find our home, find that place in us where we feel at home, and to me, home is in the heart and that is really, when we are in touch with our heart and we're living our life from our heart, then we do feel like we found our home."
Beginning with an ominous violin string that starts out just at the edge of hearing and gradually rises until it is abruptly punctuated by a single hard discordant piano note followed by low rambling keys, the absolutely bad ass harmonica courtesy of wind instrument maestro John Helliwell kicks in and rips a haunting chill straight through the heart of this number. The tune rises almost imperceptibly to a tearing clarinet solo just before the final verse, after which it suddenly winds down with a beat reminiscent of a train pulling into the station only to be finished off by the low, lonely melodic weep of the harmonica.
I never fail to shed at least a single tear at the last verse:
Then you feel like your life's become a catastrophe
Oh! It has to be
For you to grow, boy
And when you look through the years and see what you could've been
Oh! What you might of been
If you'd of had more time
Oh! It has to be
For you to grow, boy
And when you look through the years and see what you could've been
Oh! What you might of been
If you'd of had more time
Life is long, but the journey can feel short. Make sure to take the long way home.
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