bluegreen17 (
bluegreen17) wrote2002-09-27 08:02 pm
songs to listen to when you're wistful
everlong-foo fighters
walking after you-foo fighters
breakin' me-jonny lang
culloden's harvest-deanta
where are you-deanta
invisible sun-the police
dickens' dublin-loreena mckennitt
annachie gordon-loreena mckennitt(trad.)
the nobleman's wedding-altan(trad.)
that gaelic song the woman sings around the fire in 'rob roy' while eric stoltz gets murdered off in the forest
world outside-psychedelic furs
sometimes-psychedelic furs
the soundtrack to 'braveheart'
the whole of joshua tree by u2
ye banks and braes-dougie maclean/robert burns
(my god,what would i do without all those celts?
i can die-but canna part[burns])
Ye Banks and Braes o' Bonnie Doon
(robert burns)
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That wantons through the flow'ring thorn,
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Oft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I stretch'd my hand,
And pu'd a rosebud from the tree;
But my fause lover stole the rose,
And left, and left the thorn wi' me.
walking after you-foo fighters
breakin' me-jonny lang
culloden's harvest-deanta
where are you-deanta
invisible sun-the police
dickens' dublin-loreena mckennitt
annachie gordon-loreena mckennitt(trad.)
the nobleman's wedding-altan(trad.)
that gaelic song the woman sings around the fire in 'rob roy' while eric stoltz gets murdered off in the forest
world outside-psychedelic furs
sometimes-psychedelic furs
the soundtrack to 'braveheart'
the whole of joshua tree by u2
ye banks and braes-dougie maclean/robert burns
(my god,what would i do without all those celts?
i can die-but canna part[burns])
Ye Banks and Braes o' Bonnie Doon
(robert burns)
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That wantons through the flow'ring thorn,
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.
Oft ha'e I roved by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I stretch'd my hand,
And pu'd a rosebud from the tree;
But my fause lover stole the rose,
And left, and left the thorn wi' me.

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excellent music choices..