Sadchild's top 333 fav songs of all ever
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I had a lot I wanted to say about the #10 song, but most of it was just the obvious, so I went with a simple meme image to sum it up.
But most of the rest of my top 10, I'm about to babble on like a dramatic self-indulgent LiveJournal user.
TLDR's are totally understood.
But most of the rest of my top 10, I'm about to babble on like a dramatic self-indulgent LiveJournal user.
TLDR's are totally understood.
#9 Cat Stevens "Father And Son"
From the Twitter account of my friend's teenaged kid:
"If they were right, I'd agree. But it's them they know, not me."
This song has meant a lot to me for as far back as my memory goes.
From the Twitter account of my friend's teenaged kid:
- My mom pushed me to my breaking point today. She told me to my face that it's wrong to be trans.
- Someone please validate me, I feel so horrible about myself after my mom's whole rant.
- I had to listen to my mom's transphobic (and enbyphobic) manifesto rant and I had to listen to her tell me that it's her right to disrespect my [new] name.
- I'm still hurt from that rant my mom made yesterday. I'm a female, I know I am. I just can't help but doubt myself because of how much I had to listen to about how you can't be trans.
- I'm getting Bible verses in my text messages from my uncle, I'm guessing because of my [new] name. I've been ignoring them.
"If they were right, I'd agree. But it's them they know, not me."
This song has meant a lot to me for as far back as my memory goes.
- Got the artist correct: @IdRatherBeSkiing @Aaron
IdRatherBeSkiing
Sherbert is NOT and NEVER WILL BE ice cream.
You made 8 guesses, there's still time to guess at the last 2.....
James
John
King
Louis
Mac
Mode
Nine (a single)
Nine (not a single)
Peter
Stevens
James
John
King
Louis
Mac
Mode
Nine (a single)
Nine (not a single)
Peter
Stevens
IdRatherBeSkiing
Sherbert is NOT and NEVER WILL BE ice cream.
James Brown (I am tempted to go with just the group James but I will go with Brown)
BB King
It will be funny if these are the only 2 I get wrong.
BB King
It will be funny if these are the only 2 I get wrong.
You know that Steve Stevens played guitar on that song, right?
#8 Peter Gabriel "Solsbury Hill"
My parents separated when I was young, too young for me to remember it. I only know my side of the story. I'm sure my parents' re-telling of history would both disagree with mine. But my memories are what I know and feel.
My mother would call my dad and arrange bringing me to a meeting spot (a restaurant parking lot, if I remember right) so I could see him on weekends. Sometimes I could hear her argue with him about doing it. "You haven't seen him in weeks!" As a very young child, I loved him unconditionally, despite his usual routine of dropping off at my aunt's house so he could go to Corvette shows, meet women, play darts, drink and whatever else. I think around the age of 9, I realized that he - well, let me stop for a sec and say I think he loved me, and liked me, just not to the level I felt toward him. Anyway, one day my mother asked if she should call my dad to meet in the parking lot, and I said no. He never called that night himself to arrange it. Nor the next week. Or the next one. I 'think' I saw him a handful of times between the age of 9 and 14 - holidays for example. But I don't recall any specifics of those visits. I do know I saw him once when I was 15 at a hospital because my grandfather was on his death bed. Then I didn't see him again until I was 21.
In this song, when I hear the line "...grab your things, I've come to take you home", it reminds me of the many times being at my aunt's house for the weekend, and then my dad showing up Sunday night to take me back to my mother. I'd only seen him for the ride to my aunt's house, and then the ride back to my house. He had other things to do.
When I was young I thought the final line was "...you can keep my things, ain't goin' to take me home". And that to me was, whatever was at my dad's house could stay there. Because at nine, I had decided I didn't need to go back. And this song represents the moment I made that decision.
My parents separated when I was young, too young for me to remember it. I only know my side of the story. I'm sure my parents' re-telling of history would both disagree with mine. But my memories are what I know and feel.
My mother would call my dad and arrange bringing me to a meeting spot (a restaurant parking lot, if I remember right) so I could see him on weekends. Sometimes I could hear her argue with him about doing it. "You haven't seen him in weeks!" As a very young child, I loved him unconditionally, despite his usual routine of dropping off at my aunt's house so he could go to Corvette shows, meet women, play darts, drink and whatever else. I think around the age of 9, I realized that he - well, let me stop for a sec and say I think he loved me, and liked me, just not to the level I felt toward him. Anyway, one day my mother asked if she should call my dad to meet in the parking lot, and I said no. He never called that night himself to arrange it. Nor the next week. Or the next one. I 'think' I saw him a handful of times between the age of 9 and 14 - holidays for example. But I don't recall any specifics of those visits. I do know I saw him once when I was 15 at a hospital because my grandfather was on his death bed. Then I didn't see him again until I was 21.
In this song, when I hear the line "...grab your things, I've come to take you home", it reminds me of the many times being at my aunt's house for the weekend, and then my dad showing up Sunday night to take me back to my mother. I'd only seen him for the ride to my aunt's house, and then the ride back to my house. He had other things to do.
When I was young I thought the final line was "...you can keep my things, ain't goin' to take me home". And that to me was, whatever was at my dad's house could stay there. Because at nine, I had decided I didn't need to go back. And this song represents the moment I made that decision.
- Guess the correct artist: @IdRatherBeSkiing
Damn. That’s a sad childhood story sadchild.
Hopefully your moment of clarity/realization/acceptance at 9 was liberating. It’s certainly impressive that you took control at that age.
It’s also heartwarming to have read all of these months how much you value your relationship with your son.
Hopefully your moment of clarity/realization/acceptance at 9 was liberating. It’s certainly impressive that you took control at that age.
It’s also heartwarming to have read all of these months how much you value your relationship with your son.
IdRatherBeSkiing
Sherbert is NOT and NEVER WILL BE ice cream.
Sorry for the baggage he dropped on you. He should have taken you to the corvette shows.
Oh I sat around twiddling my thumbs at a few of those. When my aunt couldn't take me that weekend.
@HecticArt Thank you =) Yes I vowed not to do (or allow) the same as what had been done to me, in that way especially, but so many others. When my son's 'bad day' is a belly ache from too much sugar and being told six hours of video time is enough get outside and get some fresh air, I think I'm doing ... at least a better job than what I experienced! I will say, my childhood wasn't hell. But it had it's hell-ish factors, and big moments of hell. Most of my time was still happiness though.
#7 Carole King "So Far Away"
I hear people say, or see them post on Facebook, how they wish they lived in a different era. The 1920s. Or the 1800s. Or during the Renaissance. Not me. I like technology. I like science. I like toilets, telephones, medicine, not going through bloodletting to relieve a headache, not getting an exorcism if I have a stomach ache... but I digress.
One trade-off for all this great technology that really hits me hard is, over the last hundred or so years, there has been a major change. I'm under the impression that most people used to be born, live and then even die in their home community, or near it. Families lived within walking distance of each other. Generations were buried in cemeteries on the same plot of land together. School friends you grew up with would live in the same town with you most of their life, if not all of it. The Johnson Family Store across from the ballpark was four generations of Johnsons deep. Your childhood priest knew your dad, and his dad. And his dad was your priest's 3rd grade teacher. Your best friend was born in the barn behind his house. Your first kiss was from the daughter of the principal, and 15 years later she married the boy you went fishing with down by the old covered bridge, where the best fish are. Whenever someone moved away, it was news all over town.
These days, people move and I don't find out until 3 months after they're gone. No warning. I reconnected with someone on Facebook a while ago that I haven't seen in 25 years. I sent her a message saying I'd like to get together and talk about old times, and she said 'that would be great'. Then she moved to Utah. Never got together. In the 80s, I moved nine times (went to schools in four different towns), and lost touch with most of my friends in those places until catching up with some of them on Facebook decades later. [More on this when I post my #2]
I can't be sure my understanding of 'the big change' I talk about here is accurate. But hearing Carole lament, especially the line "Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?" really hits me hard. That's the one element of "the simpler times" I would like to have. Community.
I hear people say, or see them post on Facebook, how they wish they lived in a different era. The 1920s. Or the 1800s. Or during the Renaissance. Not me. I like technology. I like science. I like toilets, telephones, medicine, not going through bloodletting to relieve a headache, not getting an exorcism if I have a stomach ache... but I digress.
One trade-off for all this great technology that really hits me hard is, over the last hundred or so years, there has been a major change. I'm under the impression that most people used to be born, live and then even die in their home community, or near it. Families lived within walking distance of each other. Generations were buried in cemeteries on the same plot of land together. School friends you grew up with would live in the same town with you most of their life, if not all of it. The Johnson Family Store across from the ballpark was four generations of Johnsons deep. Your childhood priest knew your dad, and his dad. And his dad was your priest's 3rd grade teacher. Your best friend was born in the barn behind his house. Your first kiss was from the daughter of the principal, and 15 years later she married the boy you went fishing with down by the old covered bridge, where the best fish are. Whenever someone moved away, it was news all over town.
These days, people move and I don't find out until 3 months after they're gone. No warning. I reconnected with someone on Facebook a while ago that I haven't seen in 25 years. I sent her a message saying I'd like to get together and talk about old times, and she said 'that would be great'. Then she moved to Utah. Never got together. In the 80s, I moved nine times (went to schools in four different towns), and lost touch with most of my friends in those places until catching up with some of them on Facebook decades later. [More on this when I post my #2]
I can't be sure my understanding of 'the big change' I talk about here is accurate. But hearing Carole lament, especially the line "Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?" really hits me hard. That's the one element of "the simpler times" I would like to have. Community.
- Correct artist: @Aaron @scotchandcigar
IdRatherBeSkiing
Sherbert is NOT and NEVER WILL BE ice cream.
Wow......That's a long way to go to get out of having coffee with you. You have a gift with the ladies.
#6 Nine Inch Nails "Last"
I've told my experience with buying NIN's Broken - the best experience I've ever had playing new album (well, EP) for the first time.
In my teens, I was the awkward shy guy who wondered if he'd find true love. But in my early 20s, I pretty much went the polar opposite. Dating one girl while hitting on others. Being seen by one of my girls holding hands with another one. Being told my girl was holding hands with another guy. The whole hot mess. Sex as conquest and validation. Within a few years, after cheating and having been cheated on, hurting and having been hurt, I decided I wanted to go back to the more idyllic idea of one love. I met my wife within weeks of that decision and we've been married over 20 years.
But I remember the highs and lows of my adventures for those few years. This song represents the lows, and what I could have become if I'd continued down that downward spiral. These days, playing the bar scene with my band, I've seen the guys looking for their next 'fix' (in sex) and all of the pain they've caused themselves and others, and how they carry it and how it weighs them down. I could have been right there with them, regretting not have given up that lifestyle, and being the guy who has to be yelled at to see his kid because we'd rather hit the town (or Corvette show) and find some sad lady who might be suckered into one more miserable one night stand.
Fresh blood through tired skin, new sweat to drown me in
Dress up this rotten carcass just to make it look alive
I've told my experience with buying NIN's Broken - the best experience I've ever had playing new album (well, EP) for the first time.
In my teens, I was the awkward shy guy who wondered if he'd find true love. But in my early 20s, I pretty much went the polar opposite. Dating one girl while hitting on others. Being seen by one of my girls holding hands with another one. Being told my girl was holding hands with another guy. The whole hot mess. Sex as conquest and validation. Within a few years, after cheating and having been cheated on, hurting and having been hurt, I decided I wanted to go back to the more idyllic idea of one love. I met my wife within weeks of that decision and we've been married over 20 years.
But I remember the highs and lows of my adventures for those few years. This song represents the lows, and what I could have become if I'd continued down that downward spiral. These days, playing the bar scene with my band, I've seen the guys looking for their next 'fix' (in sex) and all of the pain they've caused themselves and others, and how they carry it and how it weighs them down. I could have been right there with them, regretting not have given up that lifestyle, and being the guy who has to be yelled at to see his kid because we'd rather hit the town (or Corvette show) and find some sad lady who might be suckered into one more miserable one night stand.
Fresh blood through tired skin, new sweat to drown me in
Dress up this rotten carcass just to make it look alive
- Correct artist: @IdRatherBeSkiing
#5 Depeche Mode "Blasphemous Rumours"
Disclaimer: I'm not an atheist. I believe there is some form of higher power. And I truly respect all religious beliefs, even if I don't participate in any. But in my head, I have unanswered questions and (like everybody, (I suspect) my doubts. Not trying to step on anyone's beliefs. Just some raw honesty from inside the head of a semi-agnostic.
Martin Gore: "I was going to church a lot at the time, not because I believed in it, but because there was nothing else to do on a Sunday. I found the service very hard to take seriously. The whole setup is quite handy but I’m not sure that’s what God intended. Particularly a part of the service called the prayer list, when the preacher rattles off the names of those sick and about to die. The person at the top of the list was guaranteed to die, but still everyone went right ahead thanking God for carrying out his will. It just seemed so strange to me."
My in-laws used to go to church every Sunday. My father-in-law even helped build their church. After retiring, he suffered a spinal cord injury that left him mostly paralyzed below the shoulders. My mother-in-law has since commented something to the effect of 'not being on the best terms' with God right now.
I have a friend whose family has long been very Christian. His son is in the hospital right now getting surgery because of a condition of the brain called AVM that gives him brain bleeding and seizures. The surgery could potentially leave him somewhat paralyzed, or even kill him. They've been thankful to God the whole time. Unquestionably thankful. For everything. Recent quote: "Praising God for all the blessings today has given."
The whole philosophy of a person dying or getting a horrible illness or lifelong condition "was God's will" and thanking Him unconditionally and unquestioningly for no matter what happens to you and those you care about has just never sat well with me. I don't even know if the Bible even says to live that way or not. But people are doing it. And I just can't embrace it like so many others have.
And like most agnostics wonder, when my time of desperation comes, will I 'make peace with God' in that moment? Won't know 'til I get there.....
Disclaimer: I'm not an atheist. I believe there is some form of higher power. And I truly respect all religious beliefs, even if I don't participate in any. But in my head, I have unanswered questions and (like everybody, (I suspect) my doubts. Not trying to step on anyone's beliefs. Just some raw honesty from inside the head of a semi-agnostic.
Martin Gore: "I was going to church a lot at the time, not because I believed in it, but because there was nothing else to do on a Sunday. I found the service very hard to take seriously. The whole setup is quite handy but I’m not sure that’s what God intended. Particularly a part of the service called the prayer list, when the preacher rattles off the names of those sick and about to die. The person at the top of the list was guaranteed to die, but still everyone went right ahead thanking God for carrying out his will. It just seemed so strange to me."
My in-laws used to go to church every Sunday. My father-in-law even helped build their church. After retiring, he suffered a spinal cord injury that left him mostly paralyzed below the shoulders. My mother-in-law has since commented something to the effect of 'not being on the best terms' with God right now.
I have a friend whose family has long been very Christian. His son is in the hospital right now getting surgery because of a condition of the brain called AVM that gives him brain bleeding and seizures. The surgery could potentially leave him somewhat paralyzed, or even kill him. They've been thankful to God the whole time. Unquestionably thankful. For everything. Recent quote: "Praising God for all the blessings today has given."
The whole philosophy of a person dying or getting a horrible illness or lifelong condition "was God's will" and thanking Him unconditionally and unquestioningly for no matter what happens to you and those you care about has just never sat well with me. I don't even know if the Bible even says to live that way or not. But people are doing it. And I just can't embrace it like so many others have.
And like most agnostics wonder, when my time of desperation comes, will I 'make peace with God' in that moment? Won't know 'til I get there.....
- Correct artist: @IdRatherBeSkiing
- Last song of 80s
#4 Nine Inch Nails "Hurt"
Trent Reznor: "We were crying when we made it, it was so intense. I didn’t know if I even wanted to put it on the album."
The most depressing song I've ever heard. I've never hit rock bottom like the protagonist of this song, but lord some of the lyrics in this song make me feel like I have. Particularly these four:
What have I become, my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end
Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair
You are someone else, I am still right here.
When it went into rotation on WAAF (Boston rock radio, RIP) I turned the station when it came on. It's such a heavy song emotionally, I didn't want it to put me in 'a mood' while at work or heading to a friend's house. Just too powerful. Plus it didn't work jammed between POTUSA "Lump" and Offspring "Come Out And Play".
This is the 'Quiet' version of "Hurt", which I prefer. The vocals are easier to hear, there's less additional noises (static crackling in and out, etc).
Trent Reznor: "We were crying when we made it, it was so intense. I didn’t know if I even wanted to put it on the album."
The most depressing song I've ever heard. I've never hit rock bottom like the protagonist of this song, but lord some of the lyrics in this song make me feel like I have. Particularly these four:
What have I become, my sweetest friend?
Everyone I know goes away in the end
Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair
You are someone else, I am still right here.
When it went into rotation on WAAF (Boston rock radio, RIP) I turned the station when it came on. It's such a heavy song emotionally, I didn't want it to put me in 'a mood' while at work or heading to a friend's house. Just too powerful. Plus it didn't work jammed between POTUSA "Lump" and Offspring "Come Out And Play".
This is the 'Quiet' version of "Hurt", which I prefer. The vocals are easier to hear, there's less additional noises (static crackling in and out, etc).
- Correct artist: @IdRatherBeSkiing @HecticArt
- Last song of the 90s