You can thank me for this later … This was on the radio a lot when I was a kid, and it has to rank among the most depressing songs of all-time. It’s right up there with Cat’s in the Cradle and Season’s in the Sun.
Do yourself a favor, remove all sharp objects and give a friend your belt to hold before you click play.
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Thanks Mike ! Sad but great song…..
She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named, Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say, she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named, Wildfire
Busted down it’s stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran callin’, Wildfire
She ran callin’, Wildfire
She ran callin’, Wildfire
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/michael-martin-murphy-lyrics/wildfire-lyrics.html
By the dark of the moon, I planted
But there came an early snow
There’s been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She’s coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire, we’re both gonna go
We’ll be riding, Wildfire
We’ll be riding, Wildfire
We’ll be riding, Wildfire
On Wildfire, we’re gonna ride
We’re gonna leave, sodbustin’ behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire
come on now Mike…don’t be a hater. This was a good song.
Mike, Imagine if you will the singer/guitar player with less hair, more wrinkles, a protruding stomache, and curvature of the spine. Picture anyone we know?
Mike, if you do this again you may risk losing your blogging license. First Dylan and now this?
How about a little Prog-Metal to wake everybody back up. Dream Theater anyone?
was that song sad?
I couldn’t even get through the piano intro without stabbing my neck with a pencil
I’ll compare the sadness factor of Wildfire and Shannon…it is a no brainer.
A “pony” running away is not as sad as “man’s best friend”, your dog, drowning.
Al, “The night chicago died” is sadder still.
That song did have a happy ending though.
I don’t think Suffern will change to this from Crazy Train
What a sad song.
Wait is this a hockey blog?
Is mamk gonna play that song at hommocks vs. Suffern to make them cry on the ice?
Rocket,
That is a tremendous post. A perfect union of 2 unrelated, but related, subjects…
For those of you interested, Clarkstown beat Guilderland/Mohonasen 4-2 today in the consolation game of the Bethlehem tournament.
Wonderful “What’s the Score” thread, now up to 58.
All started with Ned’s reaction to Messena AM radio failing to broadcast the Suffern games.
Okay, who’s got the Top 10 List of Hall of Fame Threads.
I know it has to start with the Chapanese affair at Number 1.
That made my eyes water….......)))))))))))))))))))
Billy dont be a hero
Alone again naturally the most depressing song ever
Gilbert o sullivan forget the horse this song takes the cake
Daddy Don’t You Walk So Fast
Honey
He Stopped Loving Her Today
At Seventeen
Wasn’t Wildfire about a girl dying? The horse was a throw-in?
How about The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald.
Billy Don’t Be Hero
sorry if this is a duplicate. Got bounced just now
Wasn’t wildfire about a girl dying? The horse was a throw in.
Other sad songs:
The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald.
Honey
At Seventeen
Billy Don’t Be A Hero
also: new State Rankings are out
http://www.newyorksportswriters.org/reference/hockey_ratings_2011.shtml
He Stopped Loving Her Today
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_P-v1BVQn8&feature=related
THIS is the most heartbreaking song ever
Guys get over yourselfs. Take some Lexapro or other anti depressant and listen to some holiday music. Happy New year!
Old Stripes, I figured you for the originator of the Chapanese posts? Guess not
5-hole the dude in Alone Again was stood up at the altar…I would not call that ‘sad’ I would call that ‘dodging a gigantic hand grenade’ (and hope my ex-wife doesn’t follow HS hockey in the Lower Hudson Valley)...plus he looks a little like the dude from Mask
saddest song in a movie…Calling All Angels…at the end of Pay it Forward.
Happy and safe New Year.
nb
Wrong listen to the song
Chapanese
Ned I would be proud to take credit for that splendid display of semblance and metaphor.
Honesty, however, requires that I admit that I was only an inspired observer.
I suspect that youth was being served.