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We don't all wear our hearts on our sleeves, but for those of us that do there's usually one or more songs that get you feeling a bit tearful, for whatever reason. I have a couple.
There's Joe Cocker's "You Are So Beautiful" -- this starts me off basically because it reminds me just how lucky I am that someone as wonderful as Mrs Dog should choose to love me.
The other one is Elgar's "Nimrod" from the Enigma Variations -- I have no idea why this chokes me up, but it just does. The crescendo at the end, gets me every time without fail.

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Aye. Nimrod does that to me too, and so do many other songs and pieces - literally hundreds or thousands of them.
"Close to the Edge" (the song) by Yes does it, for example.

One that has become a near national anthem in Norway after the 2011 murders by Anders B. Breivik is "Some Die Young" by Swedish singer Laleh.
IMHO a great song, and it moved me to tears already before the attack, but these days I'm sobbing.

Here in its 2012 memorial version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHX2J7MANHc



...and this seems to be the original version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BFH5ZjMKN08

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This always gets me. The lyrics seem to be written for this man in this condition and is a brutal reminder of everybody's mortality no matter who they are or what they've done.

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I thought it was just me with The Flame Still Burns - a band I was in many years ago used to cover it!

Don't Give Up kills me every time. Kate Bush's vocal is just sublime
Can't Stay Away from You, Gloria Estefan. Don't laugh....
Will You, Hazel O'Connor
Johnny Cash's cover of Hurt

and many many more

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another vote for Puff the Magic Dragon (brutal lyrics - was banned from our house when we were small because of the effect it had on my elder brother).

and, since the death of my father, who taught me boogie-woogie, jazz and blues piano from a very early age, Oscar Peterson's "Hymn to Freedom" from Night Train.

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I wouldn't say they make me cry, I'm not new man enough for that but 3 that definitely get me feeling sad are

Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley and Alison Krauss

The Drunken Driver - Ferlin Husky

Soldier - Harvey Andrews.

Especially that last one. It's a true story, about the murder of Sergeant Michael Willetts.

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[size=5][b]And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda by Eric Boyle[/b][/size]

[i]When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli

How well I remember that terrible day
How the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then we started all over again

Now those that were left, well we tried to survive
In a mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
But around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
For no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
All around the green bush far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me

So they collected the cripples, the wounded, the maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
The armless, the legless, the blind, the insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where my legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
Then turned all their faces away

And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all

Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll go a waltzing Matilda with me
And their ghosts may be heard as you pass the Billabong
Who'll go a waltzing Matilda with me?[/i]

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[size=5][b]Every time A Church bell Rings by Carter USM[/b][/size]

[i]When bonny Clive was twenty three
He took a dive from the balcony
Embarrassing his blushing bride
Who took her red face for a ride
To Blackpool and the pouring rain
She went out on the evening train
And came in with the morning tide
As another seaside suicide

It was summertime when Sally Clarke
Suffered from a broken heart
That left her down and out of touch
The patron saint of nothing much
No charity, no faith, no hope
She'd seen it on her favourite soap
Take fifty thousand million pills
And don't forget to pay the bills

Well I remember Micky Doyle
He shuffled off this mortal coil
With no message for "that special girl"
Just thank you and goodbye cruel world
Then for the sake of Auld Lang Syne
He put his head on the railway line
Looked up at the morning sun
And waited for the train to come

The TV repossessed and so
I tune in to the radio
Where the DJ's playing the same old songs
To whistle while you're signing on
Give me the beat boy and free my soul
Fill my pockets up with gold
I'll leave a message on the fridge
And drive my car off London Bridge

But London Bridge is falling down
There ain't no gold in Silver town
So I'm canceling my driving test
And walking back to happiness
Whoop bye oh yeah yeah!

Everytime a churchbell rings
Another angel gets its wings[/i]

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