Irish ballads.
My turn to songs for introspection, tears and sadness.
There is something infinitely sorrowful about most of them. The Irish have suffered forever, but they also have a knack for finding the joy in a blinding moment before it disappears.
Maudlin, emotional, often fueled by alcohol, their music speaks to me of rich hearts, true hearts, hearts tried over and over again by unbearable loss and dinginess. I am not sure I would have survived the sadness, or the dreariness. I'd probably be buried outside the church yard under a tree somewhere.
Perhaps that is what draws me to them.
When life is dreary, and I'm feeling sad, I need something older than me to cling to.
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