KarmaPolice
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Originally posted by: theprodigalrebel
Originally posted by: KarmaPolice
Hanson - mmmbop
:music:
In an Mmmbop you're gone
In an Mmmbop you're not there...
I don't think the mourners will be able to handle that
As for me, I don't know. Part of me wants Fatboy Slim's Praise You. Another part of me wants Sigur Ros' Svefn-G-Englar but then, I don't really want people making out to moody, depressive music at my funeral.
oh man sigur ros would be good but it would be very depressing. This is a pretty depressing topic heh.
While I think Sigur Ros, or Radiohead and such would fit well at my funeral cause I like them so much I think something more upbeat or happy would be more fitting. maybe a joke..cause I am not a serious guy.
They might be giants - Particle Man
or maybe
Modest Mouse - Life Like Weeds
http://groups.imeem.com/QBMyVxrl/music/l3mJwbWc/life_like_weeds/
LIFE LIKE WEEDS
And in this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you?d met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been
I wish I could have told you all?
In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
You're a rock to me
I know where you're from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I?ll breath
In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me
All this talkin? all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothin? left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
All this talkin? all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothing left to breathe
Up until there's nothin? left to speak.
Up until the better parts of space