Saturday, October 20, 2007

Songs for my funeral

The other half and I have this thing where we've told each other which songs we want played at our funerals. We each have two songs. Hers are Joni Mitchell's "Both Sides, Now" and Sting's "Until ..." Mine are below.

Hurt
I love Trent Reznor's original, but I've got to go with Johnny Cash's version.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become?
My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know
goes away
In the end.
And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt.
I will let you down
I will make you hurt.

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way.

Black Bird
Not necessarily my favorite Beatles song, but one I like, and it has personal meaning and memories for me.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Black bird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life
you were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise,oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise, oh
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

3 comments:

Howard von Darkmoor said...

Hmmm . . . I shall have to ponder this one. Never considered the music at my funeral. Other things . . . but never the music.

Ty said...

And I've decided I don't want flowers. Instead, I want fresh, warm donuts.

Yes, you read that correctly. I got the idea from a funeral for a racing horse (hey, I live in Kentucky) where they laid a single donut at the foot of his grave. Apparently John Henry, the horse, loved donuts. And come to think of it, I too love donuts more than I do flowers. And I can't eat too many donuts anymore due to health reasons, but once I'm dead ... donuts galore, baby.

Howard von Darkmoor said...

I like that donut idea. Krispy Kremes for everyone attending my release. I'd like to be cremated and flung from the top of the Devils Tower while these songs are playing:

Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again"
Van Halen's "Dreams"
Creed's "Don't Stop Dancing"

This might be a good meme for next month. Mind if I steal, er, borrow it, or some variation of it, Ty?