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1 posted on 03/11/2015 12:45:07 PM PDT by lee martell
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This ain’t the worst syrup song.


2 posted on 03/11/2015 12:47:50 PM PDT by stephenjohnbanker (f this controversy dies down, Obama has enougMy Batting Average( 1,000) (GOPe is that easy to read))
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I have it on my phone.


3 posted on 03/11/2015 12:48:36 PM PDT by BigCinBigD (...Was that okay?)
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I personally never tied it to MLK death. “Honey” was a sad song, though.

There was a country song about “just one more day” or along that line, which skyrocketed right after 9-11, IIRC.


4 posted on 03/11/2015 12:50:07 PM PDT by NEMDF
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I wanna spew chunks just thinking about it!


5 posted on 03/11/2015 12:50:10 PM PDT by Dr. Bogus Pachysandra (Don't touch that thing Don't let anybody touch that thing!I'm a Doctor and I won't touch that thing!)
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Another big Bobby Goldsboro hit around that same era was “Watching Scotty Grow”.


6 posted on 03/11/2015 12:50:21 PM PDT by SamAdams76
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I hated that song as much as I hated “McArthur Park” (”..somebody left the cake out in the rain, it took so long to bake it, and I’ll never have that recipe again...”) I still can’t get that crappy music out of my head 47 years later. There were a lot of bad events in 1968, and honey, I don’t miss you!


7 posted on 03/11/2015 12:52:06 PM PDT by forgotten man
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This came out in my late teens.”God...please make it stop” I'd say.Today,it's still not anywhere near a favorite but knowing something about death...about loss...my opinion of it is less negative.Definitely a chic song though.
9 posted on 03/11/2015 12:54:09 PM PDT by Gay State Conservative (Obama;A Low Grade Intellect With Even Lower Morals)
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“But there’s a six lane highway down by the creek
Where I went skinny dippin’ as a child
And the drive in show where the meadow used to grow
And the strawberries used to grow wild.”

Don’t it make you want to go home...

Joe South.


10 posted on 03/11/2015 12:54:21 PM PDT by BigCinBigD (...Was that okay?)
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clips of top songs of 1968
11 posted on 03/11/2015 12:57:01 PM PDT by jobim (.)
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You can find anything on YouTube

And, if you know what you are doing, you can download anything from YouTube. An amazing resource.

15 posted on 03/11/2015 1:00:00 PM PDT by InterceptPoint (Cruz'n to Victory in 2016)
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The late 1950s/early 1960s were famous for “splatter platters”: records about tragically lost loves, usually in car crashes.


17 posted on 03/11/2015 1:01:24 PM PDT by SJSAMPLE
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Remember Terry Jacks’ “Seasons in the Sun”? Another song about someone dying.


20 posted on 03/11/2015 1:03:42 PM PDT by Lizavetta
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It made this list:
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Barry%27s_Book_of_Bad_Songs


21 posted on 03/11/2015 1:04:35 PM PDT by CrazyIvan (I lost my phased plasma rifle in a tragic hovercraft accident.)
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I remember I was maybe 8 and there was a Kodak commercial which used the song ‘Sunrise Sunset’ from ‘Fiddle on the Roof’ on the TV my dad turned to my mom nodded me and said that reminds me of him. I didn’t understand it then, but better than 50 years and 4 children and 7 grandchildren later bitter-sweetly I do.


25 posted on 03/11/2015 1:10:12 PM PDT by Kartographer ("We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes and our sacred honor.")
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That song used to make me sad when I was a kid.

But just over two years ago I lost the love of my life to cancer (I had met her three years earlier). We met online and hit it off instantly in our chats and email exchanges.

Then, just before our first face-to-face meeting, she told me that she had recently undergone surgery after having been diagnosed with breast cancer a few months earlier, and that she was only halfway through her course of chemo treatments.

She said that she would understand if I wanted to back out of meeting her.

Something told me that if I didn't meet her, it would be the biggest mistake of my life. So I met her and fell hopelessly in love in a very short time.

She was my true soul mate -- temperamentally and intellectually. Our physical chemistry was amazing. But best of all we shared a deep love and technical understanding of music. She was an internationally renowned classical musician with a long list of recordings and professional accomplishments, as well as being head of the music department at a well known local university.

I am a jazz guitar player with a cum laude degree from Berklee College of Music. Our musical connection was like nothing I have ever experienced with anybody.

We had thought she was cured of her illness, but after 18 months together, the cancer metastasized. She began exhibiting various debilitating symptoms and underwent more surgery and a new round of brain radiation and oral chemo. I took care of her at my place for the next none months before she finally went into the hospital, and then the hospice where she died five weeks later.

I admit that I think of that sentimental Bobby Goldsboro song sometimes. Just the other day, in fact. And it still makes me sad.

But not as sad as this one.

Thanks for listening.

26 posted on 03/11/2015 1:10:17 PM PDT by Maceman
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Bobby Goldsboro’s parents lived about a half a block from me. Both passed away fairly recently. As I drove up the street and stopped at the intersection where their home was, the local radio station was playing “Honey”. It was so poignant since Mrs. Goldsboro has passed away that same day.
Their home is still up for sale now.


28 posted on 03/11/2015 1:15:57 PM PDT by miele man
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At that point, Bobby Russell gave it to Goldsboro, who was the first one to produce it accompanied by a full orchestra.

...

As usual, the production made the difference. And the full sound was popular then.


30 posted on 03/11/2015 1:18:03 PM PDT by Moonman62 (The US has become a government with a country, rather than a country with a government.)
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From memory:

She wrecked the car and she was sad,

so afraid that I'd be mad,

But what the heck ...

37 posted on 03/11/2015 1:31:35 PM PDT by 11th_VA (where's Brutus?)
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“For a little While”

Gator


41 posted on 03/11/2015 1:40:58 PM PDT by Varsity Flight (Extortion-Care is is the Government Work-Camp: Arbeitsziehungslager)
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Seasons in the Sun ping (and assorted other terrors)


43 posted on 03/11/2015 1:47:52 PM PDT by CatherineofAragon ((Support Christian white males---the architects of the jewel known as Western Civilization.))
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