This is the thread where we write lyrics to songs by The Cranberries about the death of pop stars

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It was an unholy day in Spring,
Nobody had suspected a thing,
Although, the pope had been sick for many days,
He appeared at windows, his eyes were glazed

He prayed alot, mostly to god
But he was old, like Paul Weller, a mod
He played soccer, in his youth, in goals,
But he could not save himself, the bell tolled

Pope John Paul, why did you die
You were head of the catholic church
and now a guy
who is a nazi is
what a sad and sorry and sickening occurrence
what a sad and sorry and sickening occurrence

― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 13:43 (eighteen years ago) link

It was a frightful day, it may
have been in may, it rhymes, this way
Julius Caesar was a foolish lad,
Become too much of an overlording figurehead, he had

Friends, Romans, he began his speech,
countrymen too, but soon he would screech,
Et Tu Brute, you were my mate,
But for Julius Caesar, it was too late.

Brutus plunged the knife in deep,
And Caesar began his final sleep,
He was a play I done at school,
Before the Cranberries, made me cool,

What a truly sad indictment of human morality and the culture of murder and espionage which developed in the Roman empire and culminated in the barbaric murder of such a brilliant man

Ah, Hi, Hae, Haec, Ah, Ah, Ah,

― Ronan (Ronan), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 13:52 (eighteen years ago) link

When Marvin Gaye went to see his old man
He perceptively knew it wasn't a good plan
His father was in a tetchy mood and said:
"I hate you Marvin!" and shot him in the head.
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
What a sad and sorry and sickening night
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
What a sad and sorry and sickening night

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

― Dolores O'Riordan, Wednesday, 18 May 2005 13:53 (eighteen years ago) link

They knew you were a ticking bomb
until you put into your mouth a gun
They knew you couldn't stop the hurt
but did you have to leave them, Kurt?

Did your finger linger on the trigger
and think about
Courtney and Frances Bean
Courtney and Frances Bean
Courtney and Frances Bean

Did your finger linger? Huh-uh?

― Onimo (GerryNemo), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:01 (eighteen years ago) link

He travelled the world, near and far
He knew how to play a mean guitar
But one night he took some sleeping pills
Thinking they would cure his ills

The night that Jimi Hendrix died
The night that Jimi Hendrix died

A showman each and every day
He shocked the crowds at Monterey
What thoughts were swirling in his head
When he took those pills and woke up dead?

The night that Jimi Hendrix died
The night that Jimi Hendrix died

― Dolores O'Riordan (Barry Bruner), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:03 (eighteen years ago) link

*slackjawed with amazement and laughter*

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:04 (eighteen years ago) link

It was a cold spring evening in 1997
When Jeff Buckley sang his way into heaven
He had known of the early death of his father, Tim
But had never imagined it would happen to him

What a terrible day for the Buckley clan
What a terrible day for the Buckley clan
What a terrible day for that young man
What a terrible day for the Buckley clan

He played a song and walked into the river
Perhaps listening to a bad advice giver
Down the river he drifted like an eel
His angelic voice would now be angelic for real

What a terrible day for the Buckley clan
What a terrible day for the Buckley clan
What a terrible day for that young man
What a terrible day for the Buckley clan

― Dolores O'Ewing (Groke), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:07 (eighteen years ago) link

It was the fearful night of whenever it was.
Delores was in need of lyrics because
She had unperceptively thought it'd be worth respect
but she needed someone to offer perspect
ive

The Cranberries career died. [X6]

With a papermate 38,
her intelligence was no longer a debate.
she should have stayed at home,
she should have written another "dreams",
or "Linger" or even "Zombie" it seems,

she wrote "I just shot John Lennon".
she wrote "I just shot John Lennon".
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight.
What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight.
What a sad and sorry and sickening night.

Ah, ah ah ah, ah...

She said "I just shot John Lennon.
I mean I just wrote "I just shot John Lennon"."
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight.
What a sad and sorry and sickening night.
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight.
What a sad and sorry and sickening night.

Ah, ah ah ah, ah...
tishoo.

― mark grout (mark grout), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:12 (eighteen years ago) link

It was the woeful night in 1959
About flying Buddy did not often feel fine
As he got onto the plane with its fearful wings
Unexpectedly he thought of his lifes things

It was him the Big Bopper and that other one
They had been on a tour, it was fun
They were not to know as their plane ascended
That on that night their lives were to be ended

What a sad and sorry and sickening flight
What a sad and sorry and sickening flight
What a sad and sorry and sickening flight

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Above the fields the plane no longer flied
Some have called it the day the music died
However my own career is proof it was not
In my opinion there's a bigger plot

― Don O'McLean (Groke), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:20 (eighteen years ago) link

Poor Kirsty MacColl
Her head rammed by that boat hull
She was swimming in Mexico
The boater ignored the signs that said, "no wake go slow"
what a sad and sorry and sickening thought
What a holiday tragedy God has brought

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Well tonight we hold a wake for dear Kirsty
The salty water that makes one thirsty
is from a sea filled with our tears
The news confirmed our worst fears

what a sad and sorry and sickening thread
Our heroic pop stars now are all dead

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

― diedre O' Rearend (Dave225), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:22 (eighteen years ago) link

It was a beautiful night at Crotchford Farm
Brian Jones thought it couldn't do any harm
If he slipped into his trunks and took a dip in his pool
But he couldn't swim, so it wasn't so cool
The very next day they found him floating face down
Poor old Brian had gone and drowned

What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
What a sad and sorry and sickening night
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
What a sad and sorry and sickening night

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

― Dolores O'Riordan, Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:31 (eighteen years ago) link

GG Allin wanted to die on stage
At a show with his trademark fits of rage
He wanted to go out in a blaze of glory
But the heroin he took led to a different story.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

On that sad, sorry night in 1993
An overdose caused the death of GG.
His lack of talent was never debated
He may be dead, but we'll always have Hated.

What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
What a sad and sorry and sickening night
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
What a sad and sorry and sickening night

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...

― mike a, Wednesday, 18 May 2005 14:39 (eighteen years ago) link

In 1977 the band Lynyrd Skynyrd
With their southern rock reflecting the common man's innards
Took to the skies after a great show
But the plane instead of flying high crashed low

It crashed Lynyrd Skynyrd
It crashed Lynyrd Skynyrd
It crashed Lynyrd Skynyrd
It crashed Lynyrd Skynyrd

Ah ah ah ah ah

Ronnie Van Zant, Cassie and Steve Gaines
Were killed, and others suffered lots of pains
I never listened to their music that much
But by mourning them I appear to have the commoner's touch

There was lots of fire and smoke and ash
They sang of a free bird, but they all crashed
And then they had a Phoenix's resurrection
And I'm the first person to ever make that connection

What a sad and sorry and sickening thud
What a sad and sorry and sickening thud
What a sad and sorry and sickening thud
What a sad and sorry and sickening thud
What a sad and sorry and sickening thud
What a sad and sorry and sickening thud
What a sad and sorry and sickening thud
What a sad and sorry and sickening thud

― Rick Massimo (Rick Massimo), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 16:42 (eighteen years ago) link

Rick Allen's arm
A car has brought you harm
Poor arm of Rick Allen
No more will be palin'
around with Rick
It's sad and it's sick

Oh it's sad and it's sick
The beloved* arm of Rick *3 syllables
It's so sad and so sick
That you no longer hold that stick

It's so sick and so sorry
It's a sick and sad story
It's so sad and so sickening
Ahhhh ah ah Ahhhh ah ah ah ah ah a-a-a--a--a, um, ah aha hh ah

Did you ever dream
you'd be replaced by a machine?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...

― D'Odor O'Rearend (Dave225), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 16:58 (eighteen years ago) link

I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
22 years ago to keep it on track
The birth of a child on the 8th of October
A toast but my granddaddy came sober
Countin all the fingers and the toes
Now I suppose, you hope the little black boy grows, huh
18 years younger than my mama
But I really got beatings cause the girl loved drama
In single parenthood there I stood
By the time she was 21, had another one
This one's a girl, let's name her Pam
Same father as the first but you don't give a damn
Irresponsible, plain not thinking
Papa said chill but the brother keep winking
Still he won't down you or tear out your hide
On your side while the baby maker slide
But mama got wise to the game
The youngest of five kids, hon here it is
After 10 years without no spouse
Momma's gettin married in the house
Listen, positive over negative for the women and master
Mother Queen's risin a chapter
Deja vu, tell you what I'm gonna do
When they reminisce over you, my God

― Dom Passantino (Dom Passantino), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 22:09 (eighteen years ago) link

It was a fateful night under a moon
crept from the studio Shannon Hoon
Even though he could have been a felon
He was the singer for Blind Melon

I don't even remember why he was killed like a cat
(crash or an overdose or something like that)
but there was no rain on the ground where he lay
on that sad and frightful day

Shannon Hoon, the rock singer in Blind Melon, died
Shannon Hoon, the rock singer in Blind Melon, died
Shannon Hoon, the rock singer in Blind Melon, died

― Clitoris O'RamItIn (Roger Fidelity), Wednesday, 18 May 2005 22:26 (eighteen years ago) link

What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
All Elvis wanted was to have a good shite

But he snuffed it on the pan
He snuffed it on the pan
Oh unlucky man

What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
Someone's gonna have to clean up that mess alright

If it takes all night.

― Masked Gazza, Thursday, 19 May 2005 02:14 (eighteen years ago) link

six years pass...

hahahahahahahaha

― goole, Monday, 11 July 2011 22:53 (twelve years ago) link

ha this thread was great.

― LocalGarda, Monday, 11 July 2011 23:09 (twelve years ago) link

Lyrical creepypasta needs to be a thing.

― Breezy Summer Jam (MintIce), Monday, 11 July 2011 23:28 (twelve years ago) link

five years pass...

Fuck, I'm a terrible person, sorry. The Kirsty MacColl one is worse though, that's my excuse.

It was the fearful eve' of the twenty-second of November
Which Michael Hutchence will not be able to remember
In the Ritz-Carlton hotel in Double Bay, Sydney
Was a sight as terrible as any in a film by Scott, Ridley

He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of
He was stuck on a doorframe he couldn't get out of

His snake skin belt was all knotted and the buckle was broken
He must have been feeling that the lord God had spoken
With his success in INXS he was laughing all the way to the bank
Oh if only he had not been tempted by that stranglewank

Ahhh ahh ahh
Oooh oooh oooh

― Camaraderie at Arms Length, Wednesday, 31 August 2016 21:46 (seven years ago) link

My friend Max came up with:

It was a tragic time
We lost Bowie and Prince
We can only pray
'17 i uno repeat and rinse

― The burrito of ennui (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Thursday, 1 September 2016 17:14 (seven years ago) link

Dave225 was a bad man

― corbynite, shite (soref), Thursday, 1 September 2016 17:16 (seven years ago) link

should say "is no"

― The burrito of ennui (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Thursday, 1 September 2016 17:21 (seven years ago) link

BEST THREAD EVER.

― Mr. Snrub, Friday, 2 September 2016 02:27 (seven years ago) link

You spoke in lyric, you spoke in rhymes
They hit you in the head too many times
What a sad and sorry and sickening sight
Why'd you take the Berbick fight

Ah-ha-li
Ah-ha-li
Ah-ha-li

― pinkhushpuppies (rip van wanko), Friday, 2 September 2016 03:07 (seven years ago) link

And what of Johnny Ace?
Houston, Texas was the place
That .22 he called his friend
Would soon bring on his bitter end

He played Russian Roulette and he lost
He played Russian Roulette and he lost
A dangerous game, his life the cost
He played Russian Roulette and he lost

Curtis Tillman dabbed his eyes
That Oldsmobile he'll never drive
Was it suicide? Was it a reckless show?
Perhaps the world will never know

He played Russian Roulette and he lost
He played Russian Roulette and he lost
A dangerous game, his life the cost
He played Russian Roulette and he lost

― Neanderthal, Friday, 2 September 2016 03:20 (seven years ago) link

one year passes...

i mean, in this case maybe don't

46 way too young :(

― mark s, Monday, 15 January 2018 17:22 (six years ago) link

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