Over at My Last Song Paul Hensby is looking for Goth and Country songs fit for a funeral. I’m in no position to help him out. I like my wireless to utter spoken, not sung, words. I had to confess to Paul that I can’t actually think of a single song I want played at my funeral. Having thought some more, since, I suppose I wouldn’t mind Sailing By, the music which precedes the last shipping forecast of the day. But it’s the words of the forecast I listen out for. They are imbued with poetic meaning well beyond my grasp: Dogger. Wind northerly or northeasterly, veering easterly 3 or 4, occasionally 5; sea slight, occasionally moderate; weather rain or showers; visibility moderate or good, occasionally poor.
Country music has been called white man’s blues, so there ought to be lots fit for obsequies, especially those of a lachrymose cast. As to Goth music, I stand clueless. Given the prevailing mind-weather of Goths, I’d hazard all of it, probably.
If you can help Paul out, do contact him.
And enjoy Willie Nelson, above. Great words:
In the twilight glow I seen her
Blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we’d never meet again
Love is like a dying ember
And only memories remain
And through the ages I’ll remember
Blue eyes crying in the rain
Someday when we meet up yonder
We’ll stroll hand in hand again
In the land that knows no parting
Blue eyes crying in the rain
Paul – if you check out our Music for the Soul playlist on spotify you’ll pick up a few country tracks on there they are all on our blog http://www.sentiment.co.uk – when you say Goth – you you mean rocky type stuff = or iron maiden type goth??
Just for the record, Charles, in case nobody thinks of it at the time, would you like your funeral to coincide with the time of the shipping forecast on the ‘wireless’ – yes, I still call it that too, aren’t we quaint? – so everyone can gather round the ‘set’ and listen to that crackly voice blethering on live about Dogger, Fisher, German Bight on the Home Service?