Forum: Art, glazba, kultura Topic: Koji je najjeziviji stih koji ste ikad pročitali? --------------------------------------------------------- 8: Gledao sam jučer NU2 s Antom Tomićem, pa me jedna njegova potakla na razmišljanje o ovoj temi. Nije da ga kopiram, ali nakon kraćeg razmišljanja moj prijedlog je: Early one morning with time to kill I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill I saw a lone rider crossing the plain I drew a bread on him to practice my aim My brother's rifle went off in my hand A shot rang out across the land The horse he kept running, the rider was dead I hung my head, I hung my head Uvijek mi krv poteče tik ispod kože kad ovo čujem. Možda je to zbog hrabrosti, mašte i lakoće s kojom se pjesnik poigrava fenomenom smrti. Kod svih drugih strah od smrti paralizira sve procese, ali Johnny Cash baš tu zablista. DanicaV: A DRI E N Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête ! Reviens ! La boule de neige que tu m'avais jetée à Chamonix l'hiver dernier je l'ai gardée Elle est sur la cheminée près de la couronne de mariée de feu ma pauvre mère qui mourut assassinée par défunt mon père qui mourut guillotiné un triste matin d'hiver ou de printemps... Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête ! Reviens ! j'ai eu des torts j'en conviens je suis restée de longues années sans rentrer à la maison Mais je te l'ai toujours caché c'est que j'étais en prison ! J'ai eu des torts j'en conviens souvent je battais le chien mais je t'aimais bien !... Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête ! Reviens ! Et Brin d'osier ton petit fox-terrier qui est crevé la semaine dernière je l'ai gardé ! Il est dans le frigidaire et quand parfois j'ouvre la porte pour prendre de la bière je vois la pauvre bête morte ca me désespère! Pourtant c'est moi qui l'ai fait un soir pour passer le temps en t'attendant... Adrien ne fais pas la mauvaise tête ! reviens ! De la tour Saint-Jacques je me suis jetée avant-hier je me suis tuée à cause de toi Hier on m'a enterrée dans un très joli cimetière et je pensais à toi Et ce soit je suis revenue dans l'appartement où tu te promenais nu du temps que j'étais vivante et je t'attends... Adrien ne fais pas la mauvaise tête ! Reviens ! J'ai eu des torts j'en conviens je suis restée de longues années sans rentrer à la maison Mais je te l'ai toujours caché c'est que j'étais en prison ! J'ai eu des torts, j'en conviens souvent je battais le chien mais je t'aimais bien !... Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête ! Reviens ! Jacques Prévert, Histoires. 8: DanicaV je napisao/la: A DRI E N Adrien ne fait pas la mauvaise tête ! Reviens ! Nema prepjeva? Jeff Murdock: DanicaV je napisao/la: Et Brin d'osier ton petit fox-terrier qui est crevé la semaine dernière je l'ai gardé ! Il est dans le frigidaire et quand parfois j'ouvre la porte pour prendre de la bière je vois la pauvre bête morte ca me désespère! Pourtant c'est moi qui l'ai fait un soir pour passer le temps en t'attendant... Meni je od svega u pjesmi najjezivjie ovo. Mozda i sa mnom nesto nije u redu?:roll: Evil Poodingh: Cijeli album Dream Theater - Scenes From A Memorry, album jr toliko dobra cjelina da ne bi bilo dobro bilo što izdvajati... ozana: ADRIAN Adriane, ne duri se! Vrati se! Adriane, ne duri se! Vrati se! Gruda snijega koju si bacio na mene u Chamonix-u prošle zime, sačuvala sam ju. Eno je na kaminu, pored svadbenog vijenca moje pokojne majke, koju je ubio moj pokojni otac, a koji je giljotiniran jednog tužnog zimskog jutra ... ili proljetnog... Griješila sam, priznajem, znala sam otati duge godine ne vraćajući se kući. Ali, nikad ti nisam rekla da je to zbog tog jer sam bila u zatvoru! Griješila sam, priznajem, često sam tukla psa, ali sam te voljela. Adriane, ne duri se! Vrati se! I Vrbova Grana (tvoj mali foksterijer), koji je krepao prošlog tjedna, sačuvala sam ga! Eno ga u hladnjaku, i ponekad kad otvorim vrata (da uzmem pivo) ugledam jadnu životinju.. i to me jako rastuži! A ipak, to sam ja učinila, jedne večeri - da skratim vrijeme, dok sam te čekala... Adriane, ne duri se! Vrati se! S vrha kule St Jacques bacila sam se prekjučer, zbog tebe sam se ubila! Jučer su me zakopali na jednom divnom groblju, i mislila sam na tebe. I večeras sam se vratila u sobu po kojoj si često šetao gol, u vrijeme dok sam još bila živa, i čekala te. Adriane, ne duri se! Vrati se! U redu, griješila sam, duge godine nisam se vraćala kući, ali sam ti uvijek krila da je to zbog tog što sam bila u zatvoru! Griješila sam, priznajem, često sam tukla psa, ali sam te voljela! Adriane, ne duri se! Vrati se! Circa: Gledo sam te sinoć. U snu. Tužnu. Mrtvu. U dvorani kobnoj, u idili cvijeća, Na visokom odru, u agoniji svijeća, Gotov da ti predam život kao žrtvu. Nisam plako. Nisam. Zapanjen sam stao U dvorani kobnoj, punoj smrti krasne, Sumnjajući da su tamne oči jasne Odakle mi nekad bolji život sjao. Sve baš, sve je mrtvo: oči, dah i ruke, Sve što očajanjem htjedoh da oživim U slijepoj stravi i u strasti muke, U dvorani kobnoj, mislima u sivim. Samo kosa tvoja još je bila živa, Pa mi reče: Miruj! U smrti se sniva. Antun Gustav Matoš, 1906. Ne znam kako mi je bolja, na papiru ili uglazbljena... ---: "ne okreći se,sine..." Evil Poodingh: Utjeha kose mi je nekako isfurana... Alana Bates: Evil Poodingh je napisao/la: Cijeli album Dream Theater - Scenes From A Memorry, album jr toliko dobra cjelina da ne bi bilo dobro bilo što izdvajati... Čula za album, ali ga nikad nisam imala prilike poslušati, prijatelj mi je rekao da je to nešto najstrašnije za slušati u mračnoj sobi... :) Alana Bates: 8 je napisao/la: Gledao sam jučer NU2 s Antom Tomićem, pa me jedna njegova potakla na razmišljanje o ovoj temi. Nije da ga kopiram, ali nakon kraćeg razmišljanja moj prijedlog je... Aum, neam pojma. "Reče gavran: Nikad više" ??? Basically, nikad i nisam tekstove pjesama dijelila na "jezive", "ljubavne" i sl. Pamtim samo one koji dobro leže na jeziku i lijepo silaze s njega (jedna od najgorih profesionalnih deformacija - izražajno čitanje...) DanicaV: Jeff Murdock je napisao/la: DanicaV je napisao/la: Et Brin d'osier ton petit fox-terrier qui est crevé la semaine dernière je l'ai gardé ! Il est dans le frigidaire et quand parfois j'ouvre la porte pour prendre de la bière je vois la pauvre bête morte ca me désespère! Pourtant c'est moi qui l'ai fait un soir pour passer le temps en t'attendant... Meni je od svega u pjesmi najjezivjie ovo. Mozda i sa mnom nesto nije u redu?:roll: Slažem se s tobom. Ali svejedno ima neke ljepote....... DanicaV: Moram priznati da sam davila ljude u srednjoj školi tom pjesmom........ :lol: Jeff Murdock: DanicaV je napisao/la :Jeff Murdock je napisao/la: DanicaV je napisao/la: Et Brin d'osier ton petit fox-terrier qui est crevé la semaine dernière je l'ai gardé ! Il est dans le frigidaire et quand parfois j'ouvre la porte pour prendre de la bière je vois la pauvre bête morte ca me désespère! Pourtant c'est moi qui l'ai fait un soir pour passer le temps en t'attendant... Meni je od svega u pjesmi najjezivjie ovo. Mozda i sa mnom nesto nije u redu?:roll: Slažem se s tobom. Ali svejedno ima neke ljepote....... Pjesma je predivna, koliko god mracna bila. DanicaV: Jeff Murdock je napisao/la: Pjesma je predivna, koliko god mracna bila. Upravo tako. Obično čitam prozu, ali kada sam je ja, ničim izazvana osim tom užasnom ljepotom, naučila recitirati, onda stvarno..... :wink: Ima još nekoliko Prevertovih pjesama koje znam, ali su dosta blaže (npr. Protiv moje volje..... - to mi dođe kao životni moto). U srednjoj smo obrađivali jednu Handkeovu pjesmu u prozi koju baš ne znam napamet, ali ju često čitam: Promjene u toku dana. Ok, Handke je kod nas sad malo nepodoban, ali njegovi stavovi su njegova privatna stvar, a pjesme su predivne. Lugar: Foggy Dew It was down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men, In squadrons passed me by. No pipe did hum, nor battle drum, Did sound out its dread tattoo. But the angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell, Rang out in the foggy dew. Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out the flag of war. It was better to die 'neath an Irish sky, Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. And from the plains of royal Meath, Strong men came hurrying through, While Britannia’s Huns with their long-range guns, Sailed in by the foggy dew. It was England bade our Wild Geese go, That small nations might be free. But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves On the fringe of the great North Sea. Oh had they died by Pearse’s side Or had fought with Cathal Brugha, Their names we would keep where the Fenians sleep, ‘Neath the shroud of the foggy dew. But the bravest fell and the solemn bell, Rang mournfully and clear, For those who died that Eastertide In the springtime of the year. The world did gaze in deep amaze, At those stout hearted men but few, Who bore the fight that freedom’s light, Might shine through the foggy dew. Back through the glen I rode again, My heart with grief was sore. For I parted with those valiant men, I never will see no more, And to and fro in my dreams I will go, I’ll kneel and I’ll pray for you, Oh slavery fled, you rebel dead, When you fell in the foggy dew. Ovo je jedna Irska borbena pjesma. Stvarno sam se najezio kad sam ju cuo... ---: na nadgrobnom spomeniku: "ovdje ležim ja, a čitaš ti. bilo bi puno bolje da je obrnuto" i nek netko kaže da pokojnici nemaju smisla za humor, pa makar i crni... :P fatcat: 2Pac"Starin' Through My Rear View" Staring at the world through my rearview Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? Starin... Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop I wonder when the world stopped caring last night Two kids shot while the whole block staring I will never understand this society, first they try to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies flee when they see me, believe me Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers Now you see him, now you don't, some niggaz be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery But all I know I never let the money get to me Stay down like the, truest Thug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview Half you, is down with them Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through Starin at the world through my rearview Now I was raised as a young black male In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya Talk to my guns like they fly bitches All you bustas best to run look at my bitches Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly - and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed Criminally addicted, infested since a seed We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin The world, the world is behind us Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game and what the levels and the rules of the game is Then the world ain't no trick no more The world is a game to be played So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do what they can't Starin at the world through my rearview Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be Marigold: Kurt Cobain: Paper cuts .... Black windows are paint I scratch with my nails I see others just like me Why do they not try escape? They bring out the older ones They point at my way The older ones come with lights And take my family away And very later I have learned To accept some friends of ridicule My whole existence was for your amusement And that is why I'm here with you! puki: uhm...ne znam. "...don't take those pills your boyfriend gave you, you're too wonderfull to die" ? možda... ozana: Stagger Lee (Nick Cave) It was back in '32 when times were hard He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards Stagger Lee He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat Had a '28 Ford, had payments on that Stagger Lee His woman threw him out in the ice and snow And told him, "Never ever come back no more" Stagger Lee So he walked through the rain and he walked through the mud Till he came to a place called The Bucket Of Blood Stagger Lee He said "Mr Motherfucker, you know who I am" The barkeeper said, "No, and I don't give a good goddamn" To Stagger Lee He said, "Well bartender, it's plain to see I'm that bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee" Mr. Stagger Lee Barkeep said, "Yeah, I've heard your name down the way And I kick motherfucking asses like you every day" Mr Stagger Lee Well those were the last words that the barkeep said 'Cause Stag put four holes in his motherfucking head Just then in came a broad called Nellie Brown Was known to make more money than any bitch in town She struts across the bar, hitching up her skirt Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt With Stagger Lee She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!" Stag said, "Well, just count the holes in the motherfucker's head" She said, "You ain't look like you scored in quite a time. Why not come to my pad? It won't cost you a dime" Mr. Stagger Lee "But there's something I have to say before you begin You'll have to be gone before my man Billy Dilly comes in, Mr. Stagger Lee" "I'll stay here till Billy comes in, till time comes to pass And furthermore I'll fuck Billy in his motherfucking ass" Said Stagger Lee "I'm a bad motherfucker, don't you know And I'll crawl over fifty good pussies just to get one fat boy's asshole" Said Stagger Lee Just then Billy Dilly rolls in and he says, "You must be That bad motherfucker called Stagger Lee" Stagger Lee "Yeah, I'm Stagger Lee and you better get down on your knees And suck my dick, because If you don't you're gonna be dead" Said Stagger Lee Billy dropped down and slobbered on his head And Stag filled him full of lead Oh yeah. Možda i nije baš toliko jezivo, ali je... uuuhhhh!!! puki: heh..simpa je i ovako, al pravi dozivljaj je kada poslusas pjesmu... 8: ozana je napisao/la: Stagger Lee (Nick Cave) ... Sviđa mi se, odličan izbor. Znaš njegovu izvedbu "In the Ghetto"? DonQuijote: Sve to što ste napisali ne bi bilo loše, samo da naslov posta nije "Koji je najjeziviji STIH koji ste ikad pročitali?"... :) puki: hehe...aj da ja to nisam morao napisati:) Isis: Tom Waits - Poor Edward Did you hear the news about Edward? On the back of his head He had another face Was it a woman's face Or a young girl They said to remove it would kill him So poor Edward was doomed The Face could laugh and cry It was his Devil twin And at night she spoke to him Of things heard only in hell They were impossible to separate Chained together for life Finally the bell tolled his doom He took a suit of rooms And hung himself and her From the balcony irons Some still believe he was freed from her But i knew her too wee I say she drove him to suicide And took Poor Edward to Hell Nekvinda: Nije stih, ali iz prilozenog vidim da nema veze. Prvo sto mi palo na pamet,a da je omako, jezivo. Used To Love Her - GN'R I used to love her But I had to kill her I used to love her, mm, yeah But I had to kill her I had to put her six feet under And I can still hear her complain I used to love her, mm, yeah But I had to kill her I used to love her, oo, yeah But I had to kill her I knew I'd miss her So I had to keep her She's buried right in my backyard Oh yeah Oo yeah Whoa, oh yeah I used to love her But I had to kill her I used to love her, mm, yeah But I had to kill her She bitched so much She drove me nuts And now I'm happier this way aethur: Therapy? - Diane (još ako gledate necenzuriranu verziju spota...) jezivo Hey little girl wanna go for a ride ? Theres room and my wagon is parked right outside We can cruise down rober street all night long But I think Ill just rape you and kill you instead Diane diane diane diane diane diane I hear theres a party at lake cove Its be much easier if I drove We could check it out We can go and see Come on take a ride with me Diane diane diane diane diane diane Lay down together for a while Ill put all your clothes in a nice neat little pile Youre the cutest girl Ive ever seen in my life But its over now and with my knife Diane diane diane diane diane diane gaap: Uđe ponovno u sinagogu. Bio je ondje čovjek usahle ruke.A oni vrebahu hoće li ga Isus u subotu izliječiti, da ga optuže.On kaže čovjeku usahle ruke: "Stani na sredinu!"A njima će: "Je li subotom dopušteno činiti dobro ili činiti zlo, život spasiti ili pogubiti?" No oni su šutjeli.A on, ražalošćen okorjelošću srca njihova, srdito ih ošinu pogledom pa reče tom čovjeku: "Ispruži ruku!" On ispruži - i ruka mu zdrava! MacaPapucharica: --- je napisao/la : na nadgrobnom spomeniku: "ovdje ležim ja, a čitaš ti. bilo bi puno bolje da je obrnuto" i nek netko kaže da pokojnici nemaju smisla za humor, pa makar i crni... :P ili nesto slicno, na ulazu u groblje: "Sto ste sada vi, to smo bili mi, sto smo sada mi, to cete biti vi!" Kugla: Gde je, gde je mali kunić da popase moj žbunić da popase moj žbunić ah što nisi mali kunić... Nekvinda: Cujem kako dijete place tamo negde iza zida zasto place sto li mu je ? ko li njemu nerve kida? Cujem kocnicu gdje skripi tamo negdje iza zida dijete vise i ne place zasto,zasto majka pita Ranjeni otac pusku uzima dolazi u ocaju bjesa otkopava grob sina mrtvog mahne sjekirom krhka lijesa bludno vristi od nepravde ljute novac uzima djecu bez osude tvoje ce dijete drznik zgaziti place i ubija metak pogodi Uma: Druže Tito ljubičice bijela tebe voli omladina cijela. Loona: JEDNE NOĆI Te noći pisah sjedeć posve mirno, Da ne bih majci u susjednoj sobi Škripanjem stolca u san dirno. A kad mi koja ustrebala knjiga, Sasvim sam tiho išao po sagu. U svakoj kretnji bila mi je briga Da staričicu ne probudim dragu. I noć je tekla spokojna i nijema. A tad se sjetih da je više nema. Dobriša Cesarić Nije najezovitiji, ali nekako mi je ostao urezan u pamćenje.. kao i njegova Pjesma mrtvog pjesnika. Loona: Alana Bates je napisao/la: Aum, neam pojma. "Reče gavran: Nikad više" ??? ... Ovaj stvor u crnom plaštu, nasmija mi tužnu maštu Teškim, mrkim dostojanstvom, kojim čitav lik mu diše. "Nek ti kresta jadno visi", rekoh, "kukavica nisi, Strašni, mračni Gavran ti si, što sa žala Noći stiže, Kako te na žalu zovu hadske noći otkud stiže?" Reče Gavran: "Nikad više". Začudih se tome mnogo, što je jasno zborit mogo, Premda nejasne mu riječi malo tog mi razjasniše. Ali priznat mora svako, ne događa da se lako, Da živ čovjek gleda tako, pticu što se nad njim njiše, Životinju ili pticu, što nad vratima se njiše S tim imenom "Nikad više". Ali Gavran sjedeć tamo, govori riječ jednu samo, Ko da duša mu i srce u tu jednu riječ se sliše. To je sve što on mi reče - dalje krila ne pokreće, Dok moj šapat mir presiječe: "Svi me druzi ostaviše, Otići će i on kao nade što me ostaviše". Tad će Gavran "Nikad više". ... morgan: My hands ‘round your throat If I kill you now, well, they will never know ... Tindersticks - Untill the morning comes cane: "Zidaj kuću trokatnicu ali ljubi i ženicu Neka živi živi rad!" Magazin iz doba kad je komunizam vladao... 1step2far: I taste death in every kiss we share Every sundown seems to be the last we have Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end I'm drunk on your tears, Baby, can't you see it's hurting... You kissed my lips With those once cold fingertips You reached out for me And oh how you missed You touched my face And all life was erased You smiled like an angel (falling from grace)... Eto, sjetih se srednjoškolske ljubavi, grupe HIm i albuma Razorblade romance... sokrat: ..."dal' zbog oca il' zbog novca,morala je za njeg poći četri zime plakala je,kao ruža venula je znam od tuge umrla je lijepa Ana iz sokaka mog..." tonya: On the third day he took me to the river, he showed me the roses and we kissed. And the last thing I heard, was a muttered word, as he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist. On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow, and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief. As I kissed her goodbye, I said "All beauty must die", lent down and planted a rose between her teeth. Ah, taj Nick Cave... :oops: A posebno su mi jezivi idući stihovi: Grliš me, o ljubiš me Ali ne od struka na niže Jer je to opasno Jer je to za mene prerano O, sugar honey, dečko moj... :shock: chaknoris: :wink: 1step2far: Dimmu Borgir: "Tormentor of Christian Souls" I could drag you to my chambers and strip you naked in darkness I could pull out your fingernails one by one and rape you till you find no hope... Queen: "Bohemian rhapsody" Mama just killed a man put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead... maja_mm: Pjesma za samotnike Oni nikoga ne čekaju. Nikome nisu rekli da im dođe. I nitko im nije rekao da mu dođu. Oni se duboko zbijaju u odjeću. I hod im je skrivanje u sebe. Oni govore nečujno. Oni hodaju nečujno. Svi se sklanjaju pred njihovim pogledom što tvrdokorno traži davno mrtvu pticu. Oni hodaju pognuti do hladnog zida noći. U snovima putuju u tople predjele, ali se vraćaju prozebli i kao da traže nešto svjetlucavo, priginju se zemlji. I plaču kostima. I plaču dahom. -J.Frančević Pločar- "Ja usavrših okrutnu vještinu koju mi darova demon pri porodu: raskrvariti svoje zlo i grepsti svoju ranu..." -Baudelaire- "Ja se sjećam tebe i mrvice snijega na tvojim usnicama. U prošlosti što se skamenila. Među mahovinom zahrđalom. Ti si mrtva." -V.Vida- tomislavv: evo jedna country pjesma... nedavno sam je nasao... presavrsena je..... HE STOPPED LOVING HER TODAY by GEROGE JONES He said I'll love you 'til I die She told him you'll forget in time As the years went slowly by She still preyed upon his mind He kept her picture on his wall Went half crazy now and then He still loved her through it all Hoping she'd come back again Kept some letters by his bed Dated 1962 He had underlined in red Every single I love you I went to see him just today Oh but I didn't see no tears All dressed up to go away First time I'd seen him smile in years (Chorus) He stopped loving her today They placed a wreath upon his door And soon they'll carry him away He stopped loving her today (Spoken) You know she came to see him one last time Oh and we all wondered if she would And it kept running through my mind This time he's over her for good (Repeat Chorus)