Yes, deffinatly Brokedown Palace is toward the top of a list, Tiny dancer(Elton John), The Sound of Silence or homeward bound (Simon and Garfunkle) most , Skating Away on the Ice of a New Day, On my Own (from Les Mis' 'the musical version of course'), the wind (cat stevens),Annes song (John Denver) Pigs on the Wing or most others (pink floyd), um but maybe i would just sing a mixture of all of them because then it cant go wrong and if im missing one I can add it in and when I feel I'm done ... I can be. I would probably have to much to add in though...
anything by the Beatles. Thats why i listen to them all the time lol. I want a few Beatles songs played at my funeral as well, especially Imagine.
I agree with 'I Shall Be Released' I think thats one of dylan's most emotional songs. Has anyone heard the version off of the bootleg series volume 5, The Rolling Thunder review? Its a duet with Joan Baez and its absolutely amazing!
never really thought about it... but i do really like the idea of brokedown palace what a great choice... anything by the beatles really. or maybe even the doors "the end" although that does sound kind of cliche.
Drink with me To days...gone by Sing with me The songs...we knew Here's to pretty girls Who went to our heads Here's to witty girls Who went to our beds Here's to them And here's to you Drink with me To days...gone by Can it be You fear...to die Will the world remember you When you fall Could it be your death Means nothing at all Is your life Just one more life Drink with me To days...gone by To the life That used...to be At the shrine of friendship Never say die Let the wine of friendship Never run dry Here's to you And here's to me Do I care if I should die? Now she goes across the sea Life without Cosette Means nothing at all Would you weep, Cosette Should Marius fall Would you weep... Cosette...for me? Drink with me To days...gone by To the life That used...to be At the shrine of friendship Raise your glass high May the wine of friendship Never run dry Here's to you And here's...to me.
Synaesthesia by The Thrillseekers. Best song I have ever come across. I would die a happy death if that was the last thing I ever heard.
Me and My Uncle - GD (something mellow to ease out to) or Shambala - Three Dog Night (I mean, that IS where I'm a goin'!)
little busters by the pillows. great song its in japanesse but still a great great song. its hard not to be in a good mood when i hear it.
anybody know the smashing pumpkins? i'd listen to their song: porcelina of the vast oceans, it's a pretty long song, which would mean i'd have a slow death, but that ok cuz its also a damn good song lyrics: As far as you take me, that's where I believe The realm of soft delusions, floating on the leaves On a distant shoreline, she waves her arms to me As all the thought police, are closing in for sleep The dilly dally, of my bright lit stay The steam of my misfortunes Has given me the power to be afraid And in my mind I'm everyone And in my mind Without a care in this whole world Without a care in this life It's what you take that makes it right Porcelina of the oceans blue In the slipstream, of thoughtless thoughts The light of all that's good, the light of all that's true To the fringes gladly, I walk unadorned With gods and their creations With filth and disease Porcelina, she waits for me there With seashell hissing lullabyes And whispers fathomed deep inside my own Hidden thoughts and alibis My secret thoughts come alive Without a care in this whole world Without a care in this life It's what you take that makes it right And in my mind I'm everyone In my mind I'm everyone of you You make it right It's all allright You make it right Porcelina of the oceans blue
Attics of My Life- GRATEFUL DEAD......a beautiful song that, just sums up a dieing day......... In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung. Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. When there was no strings to play, you played to me. In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood. Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed. When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.