Songs that bring back unhappy memories

Oh My Papa. The first few notes bring tears to my eyes. I lost my lovely dad when he was only 50.

At my friend's husbands cremation she played Cliff Richard The Young Ones, it was the first record they had bought together aged 16. She said they didn't know if it was appropriate then. They had three lovely daughter s and a long, happy marriage. When it got to the line 'Darling, one day we'll teach the young ones of our own', well that finished me, lump in my throat now.

Happy ending she married a mother wonderful man this summer.

In a bar, just broken up with someone, then I saw him with someone else..... the music in the background was 'Video Killed the Radio Star' by Buggle. It still brings back that pain.

Gerry and the pacemakers, you'll never walk alone. I bought this record for my Dad when he started cancer treatment. Every time I hear it, it still brings a tear to my eye, as sadly he only lived a few months after this.
Pet shop boys, you are always on my mind. I gave my ex husband a copy of this when he left me for a younger model!

Golden Days - Mario Lanza ( yes it’s a real oldie) My mother and I loved to sing old Marion Lanza songs in the nursing home. It made her forget her many ailments for a while.
We played Golden Days at her funeral.
There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.
I miss her.

August 1987...... A 4am telephone call told me of my father's sudden death by a rather thoughtless police officer.
My son came with me, I don't remember much about the journey, except it was the fastest 100 miles ever ....
I sorted out things for mom and after a few days went into town to find something black for dad's funeral.
We hadn't had the radio or TV on , mom preferred it that way.
As I walked into the dress shop 1960's music started to play.......
You'll never walk alone. Gerry & the. Pacemakers

My dad was a Liverpudlian... I listened to the song,
I left the shop empty handed ........
Every time I hear that song I think of my dad..

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Cant listen to Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion played at my lovely sister in laws funeral many years ago. She was only 42. And my wonderful Mum died just 20 days ago and we played Fields of Gold by Eva Cassidy. A song we both loved. I dont think I will ever be able to listen to it again

I Don’t Want to Talk about it, Rod Stewart.
Brings back memories of long ago.

Lindylou

Minnie Riperton "Lovin' You" at my dad's funeral...

When my elderly neighbour's wife died, he had "You'll never know how much I love you". Then " You are my sunshine".
he loved his wife so much, then "you are my sunshine" was what my father used to sing to my mother, and to me. I was in pieces.

We had the song I believe I can fly at my sons funeral because my gd and her dd used to sing it when she was little.
Now we know the guy whose name escapes me has been arrested for sexually abusing young girls. If I hear it now I feel more upset then ever.

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. My brother bought the record, played it over and over...then that evening, he was hit by a drunk driver, ran over and died. I was with him when it happened. It was December 1975, when he was 21 and I was 16. I still cannot bear to hear that song.

My DH and I listened to the Seekers " The Carnival is over" when he was ill and waiting for surgery. It was a major operation but he was expected to make a full recovery The song made us both feel very emotional. He died two weeks after the " successful " operation.

If anyone ever decides it would be fun to see my cry, they only need to play Abba's Slipping Through my Fingers. It so brilliantly sums up both the wonder and the sadness of a child growing up, that delight in each stage they get to yet the elusive nature of being completely unable to hang onto the time before they swiftly move on and grow. Never fails to get to me. My grand-daughters are now at the ages my own daughters were when I first heard that song and it still feels as poignant to hear it.

On the last evening of our holiday Rod Stewart version of 'Have I Told You Lately that I Love You' was playing, my husband started singing it grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet to dance. The following day at the airport on our way home he collapsed and died.... It was played at his funeral... I don't like hearing the song now..... whichever version it is.

The Maori Farewell, also known as Now is the Hour, was one of my lovely dad's favourites; when I was little, I'd hear him singing it to himself in the bathroom or as he worked in the shed or the garden. The evening of the day I was told that he'd died, I was frantically packing for an early morning flight to Aberdeen to arrange the funeral and sort out his affairs with TV on in the background playing some sort of concert. I wasn't taking any notice until the end credits rolled over Kiri Te Kanawa singing the Maori Farewell. I just dissolved into hopeless tears.

We had it played at the funeral and, nearly 30 years on, I still can't hear it without breaking down.

Right Down the Line by Gerry Rafferty..... it was a lie.

Only You by Yazoo played at my daughters funeral brings on tears everytime. We are the champions by queen as I was a teenager attempting suicide this came on the radio, and the words made me strong, so Freddie saved my life1

The Winner Takes It All by Abba.
Reminds me of a boyfriend who dumped me and went back to his ex girlfriend.
I was heartbroken.

Paperback Writer. How I agree. And seeing the song in Mama Mia had me in tears. Very poignant

YNWA always makes my throat thicken and memories of my home town flood my mind.
I sometimes play the version on YouTube where 95,000 voices at the 2013 Liverpool/Melbourne Victory match sang along to Gerry and the Pacemakers. The commentator sets the scene and the heart swells.

It may sound odd, but I love hearing the music that I chose for my husband`s funeral. It`s Cornet Carillon, by the Black Dyke Band. He was a lifelong brass band player (cornet) , this was one of his favourite pieces of music, and it brings back many happy memories of band concerts and contests when he was playing.

The Bangles - Eternal Flame. It played on repeat the Christmas Eve my husband came home to tell me he'd been out with a younger women, which I'd suspected anyway. He enjoyed watching me cry, he'd been fairly cruel to me for years, and went to bed and started snoring almost immediately. I fell into a heap on the kitchen floor. I'd been wrapping up stocking fillers for the children that evening while he was out and was surrounded by little parcels, ribbons, Sellotape and wrapping paper. I sat crying non-stop, nursing a bottle of brandy until 5am, (listening to that track, on repeat for some reason, on the CD player) then I got up, showered, put my face on, did my hair, sprayed perfume, dressed in my Christmas finery and decided I'd give the children the best Christmas ever and look like the most attractive betrayed wife there'd ever been. It was weird because there was no hangover either.

I wore a mask, wouldn't let him see how hurt I was. I cooked, laughed with the children, and carried off Christmas day with aplomb. When the festive season ended I went straight to a solicitor and started divorce proceedings. That song still makes me cry, not because of the words, but because of the occasion.

Littleflo: Oh My Papa. The first few notes bring tears to my eyes.

I was 7 when my father died. I it has taken over half a century for me to be able to hear that song.