This may sound a wee bit morbid but here’s a question for you – what one song would you like played at your funeral?
Mine has to be this classic 80′s song for two reasons – it was one of the songs I grew up with and it holds many special memories for me; plus I have never stopped believing.
Just a small town girl
livin in a lonely world
she took the midnight train going anywhere
just a city boy
born and raised in south detroit
he took the midnight train going anywhere
a singer in a smoky room
a smell of wine and cheap perfume
for a smile they can share the night
it goes on and on and on and on (Refrain)
Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard
their shadows searching in the night
streetlight people, living just to find emotion
hiding somewhere in the night
working hard to get my fill
everybody wants a thrill
paying anything to roll the dice
just one more time
some will win, some will lose
some were born to sing the blues
oh the movie never ends
it goes on and on and on and on
(refrain)
Don’t stop believing
hold on to that feeling
streetlight people
One song? I’d have a mix tape prepared! In fact, I think I’m going to start planning it right now.
#1 AC/DC’s Highway to Hell
#2 The Sun Ain’t Gonna Shine Any More sung by Juliet Stevenson and Alan Rickman in the film Truly Madly Deeply
#3 Velvet Underground, I’m Sticking with you
#4 Delibes’ Flower Duet from Lakmé
Have to dash, more later…
LZ, you still have tapes ?!?!?!?!?!?!
Oh you pedant you! But mix cd just doesn’t have the same ring, does it? I should’ve just said “mix” to avoid giving my age away…
Hey Mr LD great discussion
mine has to be http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlBiLNN1NhQ “Always look on the bright side of life” from Monty Pythons Life of Brian one of my fav films
Mrs LZ great video of AC/DC reminds me of last summer and new York
Ah nice one Sinny, I might have to steal that one from you for my funeral mix!
To add my thoughts on this discussion which although quite morose and macabre does make one think as to how one wishes to be remembered.
Me, I don’t expect more than a handful to attend my memorial service but to those hearty souls that did make the effort I would like “Softly as I Leave You” by Matt Monroe a truly wonderful sonnet to end my time here on Earth
Nice one Sinny – made me chuckle (again)
Hi Ken – where have you been?
Thanks for posting your last song – interesting choice.
Okay dokey, I have a few suggestions: How about:
In My Time of Dying – Led Zeppelin
Die Young – Black Sabbath (although it’s maybe a bit late for that one for me now) so instead
Never Say Die – Black Sabbath
But definitely without a doubt, it has to be
You Can’t Kill Me – Gong
Mrs SP on the other hand wants this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4qMeVmYKpk
or this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UbGtjnluyY
or even:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0Z6SOlWbds
Do you think that we need some professional help by any chance?
Hey Mr. SP u don’t need help u need to live where I live (Al Khor) they all crazy here – u and Mrs. SP would fit in perfect lol
Like the black and white one good video
Thanks for the offer Mr SA but I really can’t see that working.
First problem is, a distinct lack of beer in your area. Now that may seem like a minor obstacle to you, I assure you, it’s not. As far as we are concerned, no beer equals reduced opportunities to free oneself to a sufficient extent to enable us to freak people out. Not good, no not good at all.
Next problem is that although you may well be under the impression that you live in a country of loopies, you haven’t met Mrs SP yet!! I get the distinct impression that even if stoning to death has been abolished over there, within a few days of her arrival, the age old practice would be welcomed back by an overwhelming majority of the citizens.
We did come close to it in Turkey, although that was due to a major unintentional faux pas by myself rather than her. Incidentally that occasion was music related so I may well recount it here at some later date.
While I am at it, I have thought of another suitable track for the last song. How about:
Jimi Hendrix – I Don’t Live Today
“Knocking on Heaven’s Door” – Robert Zimmerman. Or Axl Rose.
To be followed immediately by “Open Up” – Mungo Jerry
Or:
Hell Ain’t A Bad Place To Be – AC/DC
Maybe even:
Peter Green – When the Lights Go Out
Hey Mr SP sorry bit late on replying to your note about living here
First thing why u think there’s a distinct lack of beer here – most of weekends are a blur I have never drunk so much in my life. we have a club house on compound and as we are mostly single western expats we dont have much to do except laze in the sun and drink bud – you may like it here?
U gotta spill the beans about ur major unintentional faux pas in Turkey
I appear to have been misinformed Sinny. I was led to believe that where you live, alcohol was a big no no, something to be hidden away and ignored rather than the rejoicing in alcoholism that goes on here.
I must admit, the idea of lazing in the sun drinking beer all day does appeal, but Bud!!! No thanks, I prefer real beer.
Now that faux pas which nearly resulted in an international incident.
As you are probably aware, music played in tourist hotels is, to say the least, abysmal. The reps appear to have the idea that everyone wants to hear Mambo No 5 and the Birdy Song all day every day. And possibly some people do – but I sure as hell don’t. Whatever country I am in, I like to hear the music the locals listen to. OK, some of it I won’t like, but there are always a few gems hidden away if you just look for them.
So, with this in mind, one day as I was waiting for Mrs SP to put her face on before heading into town for a spot of shopping, I was keeping the barman company and refreshing my unquenchable thirst with a few (gallons) of the local brew. The bar was quiet at this time so I got chatting with the barkeeper and of course I steered the conversation towards music and my total abhorrence of the dross which was on offer up to that point. I must point out that it improved later once I got on some Gong and last month’s music mix.
Okily dokily (or words to that effect) says he, try this out, see what you think. Then he proceeded to play just exactly what I had been looking for but didn’t know it. Here’s the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94IVE6WWgXU&feature=related
Now, you may think that this isn’t what would go down a storm in Spacepig Towers of a Saturday night, but after being subjected to Europop and Steps for a couple of days, this was nectar to my ears. Just the job for me, says I, let’s have some more of that. But, as fate would have it, just as I got interested, Mrs SP appears with the manic look of a woman on a shopping mission written all over her face.
So I got my friendly local innkeeper to write down the name of the artist and off we went to town. This is easy peasy, no sooner into town than I spotted a music store. The plot fell into place, Mrs SP was dispatched next door to haggle over handbags or sunglasses or perfume or whatever women haggle over, and I discreetly headed into the music emporium.
Of course, no sooner through the door than I was accosted by the shopkeeper who bravely tried to force Mambo No 5 and Turkish Disco 2010 on me. No no no no no no no no no a thousand times no, I ‘m not having that garbage I managed to blurt out. If you want to sell me something, give me some of this as I produced the scribbled note I had gained from the barman. Whereupon, the poor bedraggled proprietor, after retrieving his jaw from the floor, promptly collapsed like a ton of lead and started gasping for breath. Well, I thought, this is having the desired reaction, I must be doing something right.
By this time we had become surrounded by a gaggle of the poor chap’s kinsmen, all excitedly trying to find out what had happened. So of course I took great delight in informing them that I had merely asked for a CD of music by this here chappie and the next thing I knew the geezer running the place (who was by now gasping like a goldfish on a platter) had promptly fallen into anaphylactic shock.
Well, from there, I was hurriedly removed from his sight and led to the back of the shop where I was informed that this particular muso was a leading light in the Kurdish separatist cause and that the particular shop which I had meandered into was owned and run by an ex high ranking commander in the Turkish military who have only recently brought a temporary halt to the ongoing conflict between the two opposing factions. How was I to know that I would have been as well walking into the members club in the English House of Commons and blasting out The Fields of Athenry, or to wander into The Vatican singing along to The Sash?
Needless to say, I didn’t get my CD. In fact I was reasonably reliably informed that I wouldn’t be able to get it anywhere in Turkey, but if I cared to take a trip to Syria I might stand a better chance.
Of course when I related this story to my barman friend I became an instant hero and next day he proudly presented me with a PKK pendant, which has now made a rather nice addition to my office decorations.
See – I can get myself into all kinds of trouble without even trying. Anyone want to accompany us on our next trip?
Hey Mr SP kool – maybe u shouldn’t visit us here