Songs you listened to over and over when your heart got broke...

[whiskeytown]

Rosie Thomas - When we were small...

mostly sparse piano and a very high, almost childlike voice singing songs of loss...

damned album nearly had me jumping off a roof - jesus..

Kate Rusby's stuff is pretty good too - all her songs are sad breakup songs...

I like this one for some reason - about a guy who dies and watches his true love from the gravesite find another guy who takes all the property and the woman and so he's launching curses from the grave -

all Kate's songs are sad - for some reason, even after I got thru the breakup, the chorus in this one still hits me -

"Out in the fields where the lark it flies
over the earth where my heart lies
oh how it sings when the west winds blow
out in the field where no one goes

Oh how the cold will you let me in
if you could me speak where would I begin
Time it is passed now and I roam free
Is it wrong to wish you still need me
Is it wrong to wish you still need me

Out in the field where the lark it sings
here I was waiting for all these things
there I stood and there I fell
out in the field that I know well

Oh how the cold will you let me in
if you could me speak where would I begin
Time it is passed now and I roam free
Is it wrong to wish you still need me
Is it wrong to wish you still need me

Out in the field where the lark resides
Here I'll remain where my heart can hide
Only the lark and the west winds know
Out in this field where no one goes

Oh how the cold will you let me in
if you could me speak where would I begin
Time it is passed now and I roam free
Is it wrong to wish you still need me
Is it wrong to wish you still need me"

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Also some Bill Mallonee - esp. during his dark phase...

out beneath the milky way
trying to find a place to stay
it got harder after time
became this line you crossed and somewhat undefined

now i'm drifting
beneath those things that held me up
all those thing my hands could touch
like my lips upon yours
they're all gone
that's all gone

that piece of the romantic
always dies a death that's tragic
and the part that felt so clean and new
that's now vanished inside you

now i'm drifting
beneath those things that held me up
all those thing my hands could touch
like my lips upon yours
they're all gone
that's all gone

never underestimate
distance is a feather or a crushing weight
somewhere in the darkest night
lost your locket full of moonlight

now i'm drifting
beneath those things that held me up
all those thing my hands could touch
like my lips upon yours
they're all gone
that's all gone