Sick!Wilson Soundtrack

[petitecuriosity.livejournal.com]

Good morning campers! Let's all gather around the campfire, and talk about which songs remind us of Sick!Wilson. Whether it's allergies, fever, or emotional hurt, Wilson's suffering always gives us (and this summer, House it seems) something to sing about!

Here are two that remind me of Sick!Wilson:

Jewel - The Cold Song

It's getting cold and I'm,
Starting to sneeze
I wipe my nose, on my sleeve
I got the sniffles
I better drink my tea
Oh, do you do you wanna wanna catch a cold with me?

Robert Palmer - Bad Case of Loving You (Doctor, Doctor)

Doctor, doctor, give me the news
I've got a bad case of lovin' you
No pill's gonna cure my ill
I've got a bad case of lovin' you

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[damigella-314.livejournal.com]

Warning: sorry, these are all songs about death. Well, yeah, it's still me.

There's a song I love a lot since my pre-teen years, Canzone per un'amica (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzN8KjQDVxw), a song by Francesco Guccini, one of my favorite singer-songwriters, about a young woman dying in a traffic accident on a beautiful summer day.

The final verses are imho so appropriate:

"Voglio sapere a che cosa è servito
vivere, amare, soffrire,
spendere tutti i tuoi giorni passati,
se presto hai dovuto partire.

Voglio però ricordarti com'eri,
pensare che ancora vivi,
voglio pensare che ancora mi ascolti,
e che, come allora, sorridi."

"I want to know what it was for,
living, loving, suffering,
all those days of your passing,
if you had to go so soon.

Yet I want to remember you as you were,
think of you as still living,
I want to think that you're still listening to me,
and that you smile, as you used to do."

Guccini was, and afaik still is, fiercely atheist and passionately Communist, of the brand of Communism Italians used to have.
But in front of death there's not, I think, much difference.
Oh, and if there is such a thing as deathfic notion for songs, Guccini would hold the Italian record. He's a poet, but one with a taste for tragedy.

ETA: Also, Ne Me Quitte Pas (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E7zgNye6HTE). Jacques Brel repeats "Don't leave me", gives extravagant, impossible promises, speaks of a long sleeping vulcano that starts burning again - and yet, there's really no hope in his voice, just pain. I can imagine House singing this during dark winter nights, a glass of armagnac on the piano. Because dammit I don't want House to die if Wilson does.

[petitecuriosity.livejournal.com]

Ouch. Definitely a rather sad song.