(awesome song) Saltillo - The Opening

I've been having an idea for a playlist مضمون that would have 1000 of my پسندیدہ songs. Over the weekend I decided to open it up to everyone.
I'll start off with 10 songs and in the تبصرے section everyonee can add 10 more. Hopefully over time we can get over a 1000 diffrent songs listed.
The only rule is no song can be listed twice unless it's a cover version سے طرف کی another artist.
So here goes.

1. Yesterday-The Beatles
2.Angel-Sara MacLachlan
3. Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain-Willie Nelson
4.Where Is The Love Black Eye Peas
5.Love Me Tender-Elvis Presley
6.Hallelujah-Jeff Buckley
7.You're My Best Friend-Queen
8. You're So Beautiful-Joe Cocker
9. Tears In Heaven-Eric Clapton
10.Lean On Me-Bill Withers

Music, it's just not a word that means a catchy sound, it means many things. Life, love, pain, tears, smiles, anything آپ want it to be.

Many people know the song "American Pie" سے طرف کی Don McLean and one line is "Can موسیقی save your mortal soul?" That line speaks the truth. Without music, what would this world be? موسیقی is in everything. Heck, آپ can't even watch a TV without background music. یا آپ can't walk out of a baseball game without a man playing The Simpsons theme song on a trumpet. It brings joy to people in their everyday lives.

My dad took my older brother and I to a Bruce Springsteen کنسرٹ when I was seven. It was my first کنسرٹ and I knew that rock was going to be my پسندیدہ type of موسیقی for as long a I lived. Now it's been fourteen years since that کنسرٹ and now my پسندیدہ band is Guns N Roses and many others.

Without music, what would this world be? It saves the world from dullness.

So the سوال is: Can موسیقی Save Your Mortal Soul?

I say yes

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of آگ کے, آگ and fry
Won't see em again 'till the fourth of July

I knew a lady who came from Duluth
She got bit سے طرف کی a dog with a rabid tooth
She went to her grave just a little too soon
And she flew away howling on the yellow moon

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of آگ کے, آگ and fry
Won't see em again 'till the fourth of July

Now the people cry and the people moan
And they look for a dry place to call their home
And try to find some place to rest their bones
While the angels and the devils try to make them their own

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to heaven where the angels fly
They go down to the lake of آگ کے, آگ and fry
Won't see em again 'till the fourth of July