I'd have to say "Every Picture Tells a Story", by Rod Stewart. It makes me overjoyess everytime I hear it, it's just a feel good song and alot of what he has to say reminds me of myself at times, that and a dream life I wish I had... Spent some time feelin' inferior standing in front of my mirror Combed my hair in a thousand ways but I came out looking just the same Daddy said, "Son, you better see the world I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave But remember one thing don't lose your head to a woman that'll spend your bread" So I got out Paris was a place you could hide away if you felt you didn't fit in French police wouldn't give me no peace They claimed I was a nasty person Down along the Left Bank minding my own Was knocked down by a human stampede Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot when all I wanted was a cup of tea I was accused I moved on Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough of the things that keeps a young man alive My body stunk but I kept my funk at a time when I was right out of luck Getting desperate indeed I was Looking like a tourist attraction Oh my dear I better get out of here 'for the Vatican don't give no sanction I wasn't ready for that, no no I moved right out east yeah! On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry sailing on my way back here I fell in love with a slit eyed lady by the light of an eastern moon Shangai Lil never used the pill She claimed that it just ain't natural She took me up on deck and bit my neck Oh people I was glad I found her Oh yeah I was glad I found her I firmly believe that I didn't need anyone but me I sincerely thought I was so complete Look how wrong you can be The women I've known I wouldn't let tie my shoe They wouldn't give you the time of day But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet God I was glad I found her And if they had the words I could tell to you to help you on the way down the road I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats 'cause it's all been said before Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off You didn't have to come here anyway So remember, every picture tells a story don't it
well, a lot of them can relate.... the patient-tool- ball and chain-janis joplin- thomas -a perfect circle- when the musics´s over- the doors- eleanor rigby and helter skelter - the beatles- paint it black- the rolling stones- into the void -nine inch nails- such a great wide range of songs =D
Depends on my mood. I really like Whats your Number by Cypress Hill if im upbeat or Bother by Stone sour if I am in a kinda down mood or Voodoo By Godsmack
Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix Now she's walking through the clouds With a circus mind That's running wild Butterflies and zebras And moonbeams and fairytales All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind When I'm sad she comes to me With a thousand smiles She gives to me free "It's alright, it's alright," she says "Take anything from me - Anything." Fly little wing...
Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd I want whoever organizes my celebration of life (by that I mean funeral) to play this as I descend into the earth.
you beat me too it ok i take this one instead "Doth I Protest Too Much" I'm not threatened, by every pair of legs you watch go by I don't cringe when you stare at women, it's just a thing called guy I don't notice your side ways glances or where your loyalty lies I'm secure and out of me, it's hard to get a rise I'm not jealous I don't get moved my much I'm not enraged Not insecure as such Not going insane Rational stays in touch Doth I protest too much? I'm not tortured by how oft your busy, Cause I've got things to do I'm not disappointed about how you don't miss you me, cause I don't need you to I'm not needy I don't get clingy much I'm not scared I'm not afraid as such I'm not dependent Rock solid, stays in touch And Doth I protest too much? So much energy to prove to you Who I can't possibly be So much energy to prove to you I'm not who you hate for me to be I'm not saddened And I don't miss you Cause I have moved on too I'm not concerned about your new lover Cause I have a new lover too I'm not depressed I don't get down that much I'm not despondent I am not dark as such I'm never sad Keep Chin Up, Stays in touch And Doth I protest too much? I'm not jealous I don't get moved my much I'm not enraged Not insecure as such Not going insane Rational stays in touch And Doth I protest too much?
The Running Kind - Merle Haggard I was born the running kind, leaving always on my mind, home was never home for me at anytime, every front door found me hopin' I would find the back door open, there just has to be an exit, for the running kind.
Mother, mother ocean, I have heard you call, Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall. You've seen it all, you've seen it all. Watch the men who rode you, Switch from sails to steam. And in your belly you hold the treasure that few have ever seen, most of them dreams, Most of them dreams. Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late. The cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late. I've done a bit of smugglin' I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, But I pissed it away so fast, Never meant to last, never meant to last. I have been drunk now for over two weeks, I passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks, But I've got to stop wishin', Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again. Just a few friends, just a few friends. I go for younger women, lived with several awhile And though I ran 'em away, they'll come back one day. And still could manage a smile It just takes awhile, just takes awhile. Mother, mother ocean, after all these years I've found My occupational hazard being my occupations just not around. I feel like I've drowned, Gonna head uptown.
Counting Crows- Round Here (acoustic version) Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I don’t know Maria says she’s dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I don’t know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from nashville with a suitcase in her hand She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like elvis She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land Just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus She parks her car outside of my house Takes her clothes off Says she’s close to understanding jesus She knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood She has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous Round here we’re carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here she’s slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind Out of the lightning dream Mama’s little baby better get herself in Out of the lightning She says it’s only in my head She says shhh I know it’s only in my head But the girl on car in the parking lot says ’man you should try to take a shot Can’t you see my walls are crumbling? ’ Then she looks up at the building and says she’s thinking of jumping She says she’s tired of life she must be tired of something Round here she’s always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here we’re never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I can’t see nothing, nothing round here Catch me if I’m falling
For when I'm sad: I am a rock - Simon & Garfunkel For when I'm happy: Don't have the faintest idea, could be so much..need more time