Helpful Songs

[ElleJay]

I just thought I'd ask a question (seeing I've been meaning to ask it for a while) but through your m/c - was theres any particular song that really helped you to get through it??

The songs that really me through my was Robbie Williams - Angels and Creed - My Sacrifice

Anyone else?

[Rach75]

'FLY" celine dion was our song for Katy when she was cremated

[Visitor9]

There is an extra track on Jewells CD it has no name but it is very appropriate.
I am going to find it to see if it has a name
Bec

[scooby]

Mines a pretty funny one and i dont know why it clicked with me, but it was playing as i came home from hospital after my ectopic it was Kayne West. stronger

[ElleJay]

They're all fantastic songs

[Mel1977]

We had 3 songs at Nicholas' funeral but the main one that touched me, and still does, is The Rose by Bette Midler - it was also played at my aunty's funeral when I was 10. I often sit and listen to music because it helps me cry and let those emotions out.

[ElleJay]

Mel - that's exactly the same with me when listening to 'Angels' by Robbie Williams - If I just want to relax, or if I just wanna let something out, I'll sit down and listen to that song

[Lynn]

'There you'll be' by Faith Hill. We played it at Cooper's funeral but I play it all the time as I find so much comfort in it................especially now as I believe he is the one that is giving me strength to get through and I always know that he is with me.

When I think back
On these times
And the dreams
We left behind
I'll be glad 'cause
I was blessed to get
To have you in my life
When I look back
On these days
I'll look and see your face
You were right there for me

[Chorus:]
In my dreams
I'll always see you soar
Above the sky
In my heart
There will always be a place
For you for all my life
I'll keep a part
Of you with me
And everywhere I am
There you'll be

Well you showed me
How it feels
To feel the sky
Within my reach
And I always
Will remember all
The strength you
Gave to me
Your love made me
Make it through
Oh, I owe so much to you
You were right there for me

'Cause I always saw in you
My light, my strength
And I want to thank you
Now for all the ways
You were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always

[Clairebear]

Hi, what a great thread...music can help so much...it stirs emotions and can help get it all out.
I love the Dixie Chicks...."So Hard"...2 of them had to have ivf to fall pregnant so I can totally relate!Here are some of the words....

( Felt like a given' something a woman is born to do
A natural ambition to see a reflection of me and you
And I'd feel so guilty if that was a gift I couldn't give
Would you be happy if life wasn't how we pictured it?
And sometimes i just want to wait it out to prove everybody wrong
but I need your help to be strong cuz you know it's
So hard... So hard!

It's so hard when it doesn't some easy
it's so hard when it doesn't come fast
It's so hard when it doesn't come easy...it's just so hard!)

I have cranked this up in my car many many times!
hugs girls,
Claire

[Auntie M]

we played Godspeed (sweet dreams) by the dixie chicks and Tears in Heaven by eric clapton at Yeti's funeral. both make me cry so hard with remembering, and wishing and feeling that others have felt this pain too.

perhaps more than the songs, however, a part of Walt Whitman's poem "Leaves of Grass" resonates with me and i reread it often. the last line sometimes helps me get through a bad day. the poem itself is huge, but the part i read starts with "a child said, what is the grass?" here goes (i also deleted a hunk that makes it flow a bit better for my purposes, but you can find the unedited version on the web):

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is, any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,
A scented gift and remembrancer, designedly dropt,
Bearing the owner’s name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say, Whose?

Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic;
And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones,
Growing among black folks as among white;
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

Tenderly will I use you, curling grass;
It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men;
It may be if I had known them I would have loved them;
It may be you are from old people, and from women, and from offspring taken soon out of their mothers’ laps;
And here you are the mothers’ laps.

And what do you think has become of the women and children?

They are alive and well somewhere;
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death;
And if ever there was, it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceas’d the moment life appear’d.

All goes onward and outward—nothing collapses;
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

[Auntie M]

oh, well. here is another poem that may resonate with some of you. it doesn't mean as much to me as the walt whitman one, which for me stands for hope. but this piece by seamus heaney describes so well some of the feelings. hope you don't mind the poetry hijack of your music thread . . . oops. (btw, lough is a lake)

ELEGY FOR A STILL-BORN CHILD

Your mother walks light as an empty creel
Unlearning the intimate nudge and pull

Your trussed-up weight of seed-flesh and bone-curd
Had insisted on. That evicted world

Contracts round its history, its scar.
Doomsday struck when your collapsed sphere

Extinguished itself in our atmosphere,
Your mother heavy with the lightness in her.

For six months you stayed cartographer
Charting my friend from husband towards father.

He guessed a globe behind your steady mound.
Then the pole fell, shooting star, into the ground.

On lonely journeys I think of it all,
Birth of death, exhumation for burial;

A wreath of small clothes, a memorial pram
And parents reaching for a phantom limb.

I drive by remote control on this bare road
Under a drizzling sky, a circling rook.

Past mountain fields full to the brim with cloud.
White waves riding home on a wintry lough.

-- Seamus Heaney

[tempus moriendi]

"Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac. "Jesus Take the Wheel" by (I'm not really sure who sings this).
Then last night that song "I get knocked down, but I get up again..." (again, not sure who sings this, either), gave me sort of a weird lift. But any port in a storm...

Note to Auntie M: I'm not a big poetry fan, but I copied yours into my journal.

[ElleJay]

tempus - The group that does that song is called Chumbawumba - though I don't remember the name of the song

All great songs

[missbelinda77]

The morning after my m/c I woke in the hospital and Patrizio Buanne was on the Today show singing Robbie Williams "Angels".

"So Hard" by the Dixie Chicks is my TTC frustration song that I like to listen to.

[chris]

Hi
I have a MP3 full of songs that I listen to when I'm down/sick with pain.
they include:
Dixie chicks- Loving Arms
Dixie chicks- With out you
Dixie chicks- So hard
John Williamson- Purple roses
John Williamson- Flower on the water
Missy Higgins Stuff and nonsence
Missy Higgins - The special 2
Sara Storer - Angel
Sara Storer - Firefly
Faith Hill - There you'll be

Just to name a few off the top of my head.
I listen to it quite often as I am in pain alot and the pain makes me feel down as it is a reminder of my M/C (that's when I got Asherman's Syndrome that causes the pain).

The song Tempus Moriend was talking about is - Tubthumping by Chumbawamba

Cheers
Chris

[L-net]

We played Coldplay's "Hardest Part" at Lucia's funeral. It eerily describes everthing we experienced the day I gave birth to Lucia and our confusion at comprehending what had just happened.

Lynnette x

[maverick]

The song "Angel" by Sara Mclachian is always comforting to me. I like to think that everyone that I have loved who has passed on is finding comfort in the arms of the angels.