there'll be apples on sticks and fish stands and your daddy will buy you something at the end

[sab]

Here's what we at Eating Hard Candy Alone like to call a soullessness contest. This here is Antje Duvekot's song Anna, a heartbreaking little number about the delights of Alzheimers. When I was woefully undermedicated, I could not come within ten yards of this song. Now, solidly medicated, I tried to listen to it yesterday and still didn't make it past "tries to concentrate on...something."

So, team Livejournal, your mission: hear this song! And then report back exactly when you burst into tears/had to leave the room/killed yourself and others/called your grandparents on the phone.

[Anna] (right-click-save, feel free to share)

/weeping ALREADY

Comments

[circusgirl.livejournal.com]

I can't call my grandparents because ONE OF THEM DIED OF ALZHEIMER'S. Clearly I am downloading and can't wait to listen!

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I only have one grandparent left and he's CURRENTLY got Alzheimers, so it's a good time all around. Let me know when you get completely destroyed &c.

[circusgirl.livejournal.com]

I started to cry as soon as the music fucking started. This is the most painful song I've ever heard. Jesus God.

[iamsab.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay. See? See. It's TORTUROUS and probably the SADDEST SONG EVER WRITTEN.

*sigh* This is why I never make it past "tries to concentrate on something," because if I make it to the part with the Harbor Fest and daddy buying you something at the end I just FUCKING LOSE MY SHIT.

Thanks for crying with me, anyway.