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And how it really looks…
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Goodbye in Ghana
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Madagascar, repackaging…
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New Zealand haka
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Most played songs at UK funerals?
and what about Eric Idle, who wrote it: https://interestingmedia.blog/2025/07/27/eric-idle-if-i-have-to-turn-any-more-cheeks-my-pants-will-fall-down/?utm_source=chatgpt.com
It begs the question of whether he’d like it played at his own funeral? “Well, I know they’re going to bloody sing it at my funeral, whether I want them to or not,” he says. “But I don’t mind. The good thing about funerals is you won’t be there.”
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And from the iconic movie, The Big Chill
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https://www.facebook.com/share/v/17YSGRmk3X/
the ANU video link
Song on youtube:
More about Leonard Cohen:
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Dance me to the end of love lyrics
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There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m goneAnd I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m goneAnd you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m goneSo I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
And I won’t feel the flowing of the time when I’m goneAll the pleasures of love will not be mine when I’m goneMy pen won’t pour a lyric line when I’m goneSo I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
And I won’t breathe the bracing air when I’m goneAnd I can’t even worry ’bout my cares when I’m goneWon’t be asked to do my share when I’m goneSo I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
And I won’t be running from the rain when I’m goneAnd I can’t even suffer from the pain when I’m goneCan’t say who’s to praise and who’s to blame when I’m goneSo I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
Won’t see the golden of the sun when I’m goneAnd the evenings and the mornings will be one when I’m goneCan’t be singing louder than the guns while I’m goneSo I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
All my days won’t be dances of delight when I’m goneAnd the sands will be shifting from my sight when I’m goneCan’t add my name into the fight while I’m goneSo I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
And I won’t be laughing at the lies when I’m goneAnd I can’t question how, or when, or why when I’m goneCan’t live proud enough to die when I’m goneSo I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m goneAnd I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m goneAnd you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m goneSo I guess I’ll have to do it
I guess I have to do itGuess I have to do it while I’m here!
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the original recording was by Peter Paul and Mary in 1966
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/And_When_I_Die
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And the requisite requiems…
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Out in the West Texas town of El PasoI fell in love with a Mexican girlNighttime would find me in Rosa’s cantinaMusic would play and Felina would whirl
Blacker than night were the eyes of FelinaWicked and evil while casting a spellMy love was deep for this Mexican maidenI was in love, but in vain I could tell
One night, a wild young cowboy came inWild as the West Texas windDashing and daring, a drink he was sharingWith wicked Felina, the girl that I lovedSo in anger
I challenged his right for the love of this maidenDown went his hand for the gun that he woreMy challenge was answered in less than a heartbeatThe handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor
Just for a moment, I stood there in silenceShocked by the foul evil deed I had doneMany thoughts raced through my mind as I stood thereI had but one chance and that was to run
Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ranOut where the horses were tiedI caught a good one, it looked like it could runUp on its back and away I did rideJust as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El PasoOut to the badlands of New Mexico
Back in El Paso, my life would be worthlessEverything’s gone in life, nothing is leftIt’s been so long since I’ve seen the young maidenMy love is stronger than my fear of death
I saddled up and away I did goRiding alone in the darkMaybe tomorrow, a bullet may find meTonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart
And at last here I am on the hill, overlooking El PasoI can see Rosa’s cantina belowMy love is strong and it pushes me onwardDown off the hill to Felina I go
Off to my right I see five mounted cowboysOff to my left ride a dozen or moreShouting and shooting, I can’t let them catch meI have to make it to Rosa’s back door
Something is dreadfully wrong, for I feelA deep burning pain in my sideThough I am trying to stay in the saddleI’m getting weary, unable to ride
But my love for Felina is strong and I rise where I’ve fallenThough I am weary, I can’t stop to restI see the white puff of smoke from the rifleI feel the bullet go deep in my chest
From out of nowhere Felina has found meKissing my cheek as she kneels by my sideCradled by two loving arms that I’ll die forOne little kiss and Felina, goodbye
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Marty Robbins
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When you attend a funeral,It is sad to think that sooner orLater those you love will do the same for you.And you may have thought it tragic,Not to mention other adjec-Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do.But don’t you worry.No more ashes, no more sackcloth.And an armband made of black clothWill some day never more adorn a sleeve.For if the bomb that drops on youGets your friends and neighbors too,There’ll be nobody left behind to grieve.
And we will all go together when we go.What a comforting fact that is to know.Universal bereavement,An inspiring achievement,Yes, we all will go together when we go.
We will all go together when we go.All suffuse with an incandescent glow.No one will have the enduranceTo collect on his insurance,Lloyd’s of london will be loaded when they go.
Oh we will all fry together when we fry.We’ll be french fried potatoes by and by.There will be no more miseryWhen the world is our rotisserie,Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.
Down by the old maelstrom,There’ll be a storm before the calm.
And we will all bake together when we bake.There’ll be nobody present at the wake.With complete participationIn that grand incineration,Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak.
Oh we will all char together when we char.And let there be no moaning of the bar.Just sing out a te deumWhen you see that i.c.b.m.,And the party will be “come as you are.”
Oh we will all burn together when we burn.There’ll be no need to stand and wait your turn.When it’s time for the falloutAnd saint peter calls us all out,We’ll just drop our agendas and adjourn.
You will all go directly to your respective valhallas.Go directly, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dolla’s.
And we will all go together when we go.Ev’ry hottenhot and ev’ry eskimo.When the air becomes uranious,And we will all go simultaneous.Yes we all will go togetherWhen we all go together,Yes we all will go together when we go.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Tom Lehrer
We Will All Go Together When We Go lyrics © Public Domain
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It’s From Jacque Brel!!!
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Goodbye Émile, I loved youAdieu l’Émile, je t’aimais bienGoodbye Émile, I loved you, you knowAdieu l’Émile, je t’aimais bien tu saisWe sang the same winesOn a chanté les mêmes vinsWe sang the same girlsOn a chanté les mêmes fillesWe sang the same sorrowsOn a chanté les mêmes chagrins
Goodbye Émile, I’m going to dieAdieu l’Émile, je vais mourirIt’s hard to die in spring you knowC’est dur de mourir au printemps tu saisBut I go to the flowers with peace in my soulMais j’pars aux fleurs la paix dans l’âmeBecause since you’re as good as white breadCar vu qu’t’es bon comme du pain blancI know you will take care of my wifeJe sais qu’tu prendras soin d’ma femme
And I want us to laugh, I want us to danceEt j’veux qu’on rie, j’veux qu’on danseI want us to have fun like crazyJ’veux qu’on s’amuse comme des fousI want us to laugh, I want us to danceJ’veux qu’on rie, j’veux qu’on danseWhen will I be put in the holeQuand c’est qu’on m’mettra dans l’trou
Goodbye Curé, I loved youAdieu Curé, je t’aimais bienGoodbye Curé, I loved you, you knowAdieu Curé, je t’aimais bien tu saisWe weren’t on the same sideOn n’était pas du même bordWe weren’t on the same pathOn n’était pas du même cheminBut we were looking for the same portMais on cherchait le même port
Goodbye Priest, I’m going to dieAdieu Curé, je vais mourirIt’s hard to die in spring you knowC’est dur de mourir au printemps tu saisBut I go to the flowers with peace in my soulMais j’pars aux fleurs la paix dans l’âmeBecause since you were his confidantCar vu qu’t’étais son confidentI know you will take care of my wifeJe sais qu’tu prendras soin d’ma femme
And I want us to laugh, I want us to danceEt j’veux qu’on rie, j’veux qu’on danseI want us to have fun like crazyJ’veux qu’on s’amuse comme des fousI want us to laugh, I want us to danceJ’veux qu’on rie, j’veux qu’on danseWhen will I be put in the holeQuand c’est qu’on m’mettra dans l’trou
Goodbye Antoine, I didn’t like you very muchAdieu l’Antoine, j’t’aimais pas bienGoodbye Antoine I didn’t like you very well you knowAdieu l’Antoine j’t’aimais pas bien tu saisI’m dying to die todayJ’en crève de crever aujourd’huiWhile you are alive and wellAlors que toi, tu es bien vivantAnd even stronger than boredomEt même plus solide que l’ennui
Goodbye Antoine, I’m going to dieAdieu l’Antoine, je vais mourirIt’s hard to die in spring you knowC’est dur de mourir au printemps tu saisBut I go to the flowers with peace in my soulMais j’pars aux fleurs la paix dans l’âmeBecause since you were her loverCar vu qu’t’étais son amantI know you will take care of my wifeJe sais qu’tu prendras soin d’ma femme
And I want us to laugh, I want us to danceEt j’veux qu’on rie, j’veux qu’on danseI want us to have fun like crazyJ’veux qu’on s’amuse comme des fousI want us to laugh, I want us to danceJ’veux qu’on rie, j’veux qu’on danseWhen will I be put in the holeQuand c’est qu’on m’mettra dans l’trou
Goodbye my wife I loved youAdieu ma femme je t’aimais bienGoodbye my wife I loved you very much you knowAdieu ma femme je t’aimais bien tu saisBut I take the train for the Good LordMais je prends l’train pour le Bon DieuI’m taking the train before yoursJe prends le train qu’est avant l’tienBut we all take the train we canMais on prend tous le train qu’on peut
Goodbye my wife I’m going to dieAdieu ma femme je vais mourirIt’s hard to die in spring you knowC’est dur de mourir au printemps tu saisBut I go to the flowers with my eyes closed, my wifeMais j’pars aux fleurs les yeux fermés ma femmeBecause since I often closed themCar vu qu’j’les ai fermés souventI know you will take care of my soulJe sais qu’tu prendras soin d’mon âme
And I want us to laugh, I want us to danceEt j’veux qu’on rie, j’veux qu’on danseI want us to have fun like crazyJ’veux qu’on s’amuse comme des fousI want us to laugh, I want us to danceJ’veux qu’on rie, j’veux qu’on danseWhen will I be put in the holeQuand c’est qu’on m’mettra dans l’trou
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