Just yesterday, I had my 2 year-old son in the car and had just bought him a cheeseburger at Burger King. I happened to come across some country song about a guy who's son heard him cuss and imitated it. The song starts comically but ends up where the boy prays one night, the father asks him how he learned to pray like that, and the son replies, "from watching you." Basically, the whole song is about how a boy imitates his father and the responsibility the father has in leading a good life.
I'd also add:
Hill Country Theme - Theme used in the TV show once called 4-Country; now, I believe it's called Texas Country or something.
I have an old cassette copy of the Texas band playing Olympic Fanfare that gets me. I'd love to hear them play it again or get a digital copy.
Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain - Willie
Nessum Dorma - Check out the Youtube video of Britain's Got Talent.
Long black limousine
Shiniest car I've ever seen
The back seat is nice and clean
She rides as quiet as a dream
Someone dug a hole six long feet in the ground
I said goodbye to you and I threw my roses down
Ain't nothing left at all in the end of being proud
With me riding in this car, and you flying through the clouds
I've had some time to think about you
And watch the sun sink like a stone
I've had some time to think about you
On the long ride home
One day I took your tiny hand
Put your finger in the wedding band
Your daddy gave a piece of land
We laid ourselves the best of plans
Forty years go by with someone laying in your bed
Forty years of things you say you wish you'd never said
How hard would it have been to say some kinder words instead
I wonder as I stare up at the sky turning red
I've had some time to think about you
And watch the sun sink like a stone
I've had some time to think about you
On the long ride home
Headlights staring at the driveway
The house is dark as it can be
I go inside and all is silent
It seems as empty as the inside of me
I've had some time to think about you
And watch the sun sink like a stone
I've had some time to think about you
On the long, on the long
Oh the long, on the long
On the long ride home
When I was in the USMC it always reminded me of all that went before me. How many died for this country and all that they had to fight through. It's on my playlist and whenever it rolls around I take time to think of them.
Steve Earle - Valentine's Day just rips my heart out every time I listen to it. Pure emotion in the lyrics and vocals. Sometimes I will play it over and over again for whatever reason it's a heart breaker.
Vincent by Don McLean. Hadn't heard it in years and heard it on the radio twice the week my best friend killed himself. Yeah. That one.
Starry
starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry
starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
Pavarotti was indeed the finest voice of our time and if I may say, you have excellent taste to be moved by such an ouststanding piece of music..
Here's an English translation to Nessun Dorma:
Nobody shall sleep!...
Nobody shall sleep!
Even you, o Princess,
in your cold room,
watch the stars,
that tremble with love and with hope.
But my secret is hidden within me,
my name no one shall know...
No!...No!...
On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines.
And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!...
(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)
Vanish, o night!
Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!
Silver Palomino by Bruce Springsteen. The story behind it is the mother of a friend of Bruce's 13 year old son died unexpectedly. The boy told Bruce's kid that months later he would have dreams of his mother & she'd appear as a horse in a pasture that he could see but never approach. The imagery is stunning.
I was barely 13 years old
She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold
Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow
My silver palomino
Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
I lie in bed and listen to the sound
Of the west Texas thunder roll
My silver palomino
I track her into the mountains she loved
Watch her from the rocks above
She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
My silver palomino
Our mustaneros were the very best, sir
But they could never lay a rope on her
No corral will ever hold
The silver palomino
In my dreams bareback I ride
Over the pradera low and wide
As the wind sweeps out the draw
'Cross the scrub desert floor
I'd give my riata and spurs
If I could be forever yours
I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes
For my silver palomino
Summer drought come hard that year
Our herd grazed the land so bare
Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear
And mother, your hand slipped from my hair
Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
I saddle up my red roan
I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
Where the air is still with the coming snow
As I rise higher I can smell your hair
The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air
'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows
I watch the silver palomino
Patty Griffin: Useless Desires
That song kills me. "Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, old friends..." set to a train rhythm.
Ray Wylie Hubbard: The Beauty Way
The damn thing resonates. "Red tail diving for a rat on Sunset, Coyote digging through the trash..." It's Eliza Gilkyson's song, but he delivers it perfectly.
For a pick me up, I like Hubbard's Screw You, We're from Texas. We're from Texas, baby. Screw you.
Watch the whole thing. It turns into a tribute at the end that turns me into a little, sniveling *****.
Also, the video of the 2005 season done to Requiem by a fellow poster. Don't have time to find the link; however, if any of y'all have not seen it, I recommend finding the Hi-Def version.