Macfistowannabe
Rock n' Roll Doggie Band-aid
Ahh, the music, that's right, I forgot about that...Macfistowannabe said:
Paul McCartney - "Live and Let Die"
U2 - "Kite"
Bruce Springsteen - "Further On (Up The Road)"
When you die....
- Thread starter Mullen4Prez
- Start date
The friendliest place on the web for anyone that follows U2.
If you have answers, please help by responding to the unanswered posts.
If you have answers, please help by responding to the unanswered posts.
Paul McCartney - "Live and Let Die"
U2 - "Kite"
Bruce Springsteen - "Further On (Up The Road)"
Laura M
Blue Crack Addict
- Joined
- Jun 6, 2002
- Messages
- 18,934
I agree with thisjoyfulgirl said:
pax
ONE love, blood, life
Ooooohhh, Jeff Buckley's version of "Satisfied Mind."
when my life is over and my time has run out
my friends and my lovers, I will leave them no doubt
one thing's for certain, when it comes my time,
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
when my life is over and my time has run out
my friends and my lovers, I will leave them no doubt
one thing's for certain, when it comes my time,
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
Ft. Worth Frog
Acrobat
I would like my ashes scattered at the Ballpark in Arlington-a little odd I know, but it would be such a great final resting place.
uwwedoogie
Rock n' Roll Doggie
Jeff Buckleys Halleujah would be cool... but I'd probably have sometimes played...
and "he really was crazy..." written on it
and "he really was crazy..." written on it
nbcrusader
Blue Crack Addict
No tombstone for me.
I told my wife she should just roll the body to the curb on Wednesday for trash pick-up. She takes that to mean cremation (or whatever is cheapest).
Songs at my funeral. I'd pick some powerful hymns.
I told my wife she should just roll the body to the curb on Wednesday for trash pick-up. She takes that to mean cremation (or whatever is cheapest).
Songs at my funeral. I'd pick some powerful hymns.
Last edited:
pax
ONE love, blood, life
I'm kind of into the idea of sailors' burial. Cremation scares me, but then again, so does the idea of my body being eaten by worms.
Being covered in barnacles and coral seems like a nicer alternative.
Being covered in barnacles and coral seems like a nicer alternative.
Irvine511
Blue Crack Supplier
no tombstone for me, i like (as usual) what joyfulgirl had to say.
now music, at the party afterwards, that's something i'd get into. so far, i've only told my friends that they absolutely must play "Find The River" by REM, which might be my favorite non-U2 song ever.
god, how gorgeous, you can print the below on a piece of paper and put it next to a nice photograph of me, which is how i'd like to be remembered as opposed to the starkness of an open-casket funeral (i honestly think those are a bad idea ... one of my best friend's mom died from cancer a couple years ago, and it was an open-casket, and i can't get the terribleness of her dead face out of my head ... would much rather her as my 9th grade French teacher).
anyway, the lyrics:
There’s no one left to take the lead,
But I tell you and you can see
We’re closer now than light years to go
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
Fall into the ocean
The river to the ocean goes,
A fortune for the undertow
None of this is going my way
There is nothing left to throw
Of ginger, lemon, indigo,
Coriander stem and rose of hay
Strength and courage overrides
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river poet search naivete
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way
now music, at the party afterwards, that's something i'd get into. so far, i've only told my friends that they absolutely must play "Find The River" by REM, which might be my favorite non-U2 song ever.
god, how gorgeous, you can print the below on a piece of paper and put it next to a nice photograph of me, which is how i'd like to be remembered as opposed to the starkness of an open-casket funeral (i honestly think those are a bad idea ... one of my best friend's mom died from cancer a couple years ago, and it was an open-casket, and i can't get the terribleness of her dead face out of my head ... would much rather her as my 9th grade French teacher).
anyway, the lyrics:
There’s no one left to take the lead,
But I tell you and you can see
We’re closer now than light years to go
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
Fall into the ocean
The river to the ocean goes,
A fortune for the undertow
None of this is going my way
There is nothing left to throw
Of ginger, lemon, indigo,
Coriander stem and rose of hay
Strength and courage overrides
The privileged and weary eyes
Of river poet search naivete
Pick up here and chase the ride
The river empties to the tide
All of this is coming your way
Muggsy
Refugee
my tombstone... I will bury a treasure and I will print the map on it hahaha...
about the music for the funeral... some choices:
* MetallicA - the ecstasy of gold... something serious for the opening (before i die i would ask a couple of friends who play violin to bring the whole orquesta there and play that)
*MetallicA - For whom the bell tols
*U2 - Love comes tumbling
* The Cure - lullaby
* U2 - zooropa
* Cypress Hill - You never know (a very ironic song)
and stuff like that. i want my funeral end with a heavy party, with all my friends drunk and stoned listening to stuff like cypress' "tequilla sunrise" and "Illusions"
and talking about how cool that bitch was
about the music for the funeral... some choices:
* MetallicA - the ecstasy of gold... something serious for the opening (before i die i would ask a couple of friends who play violin to bring the whole orquesta there and play that)
*MetallicA - For whom the bell tols
*U2 - Love comes tumbling
* The Cure - lullaby
* U2 - zooropa
* Cypress Hill - You never know (a very ironic song)
and stuff like that. i want my funeral end with a heavy party, with all my friends drunk and stoned listening to stuff like cypress' "tequilla sunrise" and "Illusions"
and talking about how cool that bitch was
Last edited:
namkcuR
ONE love, blood, life
U2 - Zooropa
The Sunscreen Song
Beatles - The Long And Winding Road
Radiohead - Motion Picture Soundtrack
I'd love to have 'The Sunscreen Song' played...
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
The Sunscreen Song
Beatles - The Long And Winding Road
Radiohead - Motion Picture Soundtrack
I'd love to have 'The Sunscreen Song' played...
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Techie2000
Refugee
I was kind of thinking, instead of a tombstone, I'd rather have a tree. For a song, the version of Walk On with the Halelujahs at the end.
Macfistowannabe
Rock n' Roll Doggie Band-aid
I was thinking the tree thing too.Techie2000 said:
BostonAnne
Refugee
No tombstone for me - Cremation.
BostonAnne
Refugee
pax said:
Pax - I believe you are not in your body anymore. Whatever happens to your body is irrelvant.
tenacious_b
The Fly
- Joined
- Nov 8, 2004
- Messages
- 50
The sun doesn't go down,
It's just an illusion,
Caused by the world spinning round.
It's just an illusion,
Caused by the world spinning round.
honeychild
The Fly
- Joined
- Sep 3, 2004
- Messages
- 119
i went to a funeral where they played pink floyds shine on you crazy diamond and wish you were here. very moving.
i guess i´d like a U2 song but i´ve never given it any thought...kite?
i guess i´d like a U2 song but i´ve never given it any thought...kite?
Similar threads
