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"now i bid you farewell i don't know when i'll be back they're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track but you'll be hearing from me baby long after i'm gone i'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the tower of song"
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unhinged
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hallelujah
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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You Wanted It Darker. Not yet, but it's gotten darker. (Someone who was able to pursue music and writing together, who worked hard despite setbacks, who didn't let fame make him terrible. A Montreally source of "he came from here" pride, but that's relatively unimportant. The world will miss him.)
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"who by fire" was the first song that got its hooks in me, when i was about thirteen. such interesting words. so different from anything i was used to hearing. compelling music, too. something urgent there. i always liked leonard. always enjoyed how his voice kept getting darker and deeper, until it sounded like you were being sung to by a wry, battered god with a very bleak sense of humour. but i only ever owned a few albums. always meant to get more. the other day at the record store there was a whole whack of them. the new one wasn't there, but i grabbed "songs from a room", "songs of love and hate", "new skin for the old ceremony", and "i'm your man". i always feel guilty getting into someone's work in a more meaningful way after they're gone. fighting with that is the joy of having some new friends to hang out with. it's just that their daddy's a ghost. as it sits right now, if i could only take one little bit with me, it would be "the guests". that chorus. every chorus. so beautiful.
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what's it to you?
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