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There aren't many singers with a voice as honest as Chet Baker; then the trumpet begins and that honesty carries over in a way that will knock out any hope of having anything but a melancholic day.
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My love for Mitski is deep both in a music-fan way and in a I-want-to-be-her way. This song really does it for me. A song with the lyric, "Wild women don't get the blues / But I find that / Lately I've been crying like a / Tall child" has to be at the top of my Songs to Cry to List. My favorites of her tunes have imagery of people falling. Don't know what that says about me. Probably nothing too good.
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So obviously Joy Division was going to find its way onto this list. But to mix it up, I'm going to leave this cover here. It was featured on the greatest show I've seen in years, Norwegian teen drama "SKAM." Cried a lot watching that show and have since cried a lot listening to this cover. Usually while in a bath tub, the best of the crying locations.
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I like to think of 'Hannah Hunt' as my desperation-cry song. When you just need to let it fucking out. It's quiet enough, uses some of Ezra's top poetic skills to tell a pretty depressing story about trying to get through to someone who's just not there and the build up to the yelp-sing final chorus allows for the perfect release. I've cried watching Vampire Weekend perform this live. Twice.
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Long live Karen Carpenter and her sabotage of the tear ducts. To be fair I listen to the original of this song quite a bit but in an effort to be a 'cool girl' on this blog I'll leave you with the Sonic Youth cover. Thurston Moore does a swell job at matching Karen's misery and desperation and the weird electronic sounds help ease the suffering a bit. But just a bit.
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Big one for me when I was sixteen. Still a big one. Take away the music, just read the lyrics, and tears will come. Add the sweet guitar and Conor Oberst's shakey voice and you might find yourself transported back to your adolescent twin bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you'll ever be able to feel anything the way he feels these words.
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I heard this song for the first time in a cold bedroom in Falmouth. I didn't want to cry in front of the person who showed it to me so I went home the next day and cried in my own cold bedroom. My first blog post is about this song. You can read it about it here. Sometimes someone else knows more about you than you do. That happened here.
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