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what songs would you like played at you'r funeral?My family think im mad because i want "ace of spades" by motorhead.Beats amazing grace any day
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Ace of Spades rules!!!
As for me it would depend on how I go. So it's between Bathory and Sentenced, which goes something like...
I'll kill myself:
I'll blow my brains onto the wall!
See you in hell,
I will not take this anymore!
Now, this is where it ends, this is where I will draw the line
So, 'scuse me while I end my life
As for me it would depend on how I go. So it's between Bathory and Sentenced, which goes something like...
I'll kill myself:
I'll blow my brains onto the wall!
See you in hell,
I will not take this anymore!
Now, this is where it ends, this is where I will draw the line
So, 'scuse me while I end my life
OMG i came on here to ask this exact question!!!!! you are pure psychic..i was at a funeral today..a friends fathers and they played Nat King Cole's - Smile..it was really nice and at the end they played a Luther Vandross number which i never heard before but the words basically were 'if i could only dance with my father again' really nice 'caus it was an old fav of father and daughter from childhood...aww
forgot to say what mine is...for a long time ive asked for mine to be 'it was a very good year'by old blue eyes!! just sums me up.....
When i was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When i was seventeen
When i was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When i was twenty-one
When i was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When i was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now i think of my life as vintage wine
>from fine old kegs
>from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years
When i was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When i was seventeen
When i was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When i was twenty-one
When i was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When i was thirty-five
But now the days grow short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now i think of my life as vintage wine
>from fine old kegs
>from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years
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