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Elliott,
There's not much I can say really. It's not that I don't have anything to say - but more that I can't articulate my thoughts when trying to write about or to you. I've been touched, and I know so have many others, in a way that we never thought we could. No other musician/singer/songwriter/human being is able to warm the soul and break the heart as you do.
I can't begin to express what your music means to me. When in the darkest of times, you've been a voice to follow. I don't want to sound like a Ben Fold's song here... but the songs you wrote really did get me through a lot. And they'll continue to do so. Just want to fucking tell you that. But it's too late, right?
Ok, that's exactly like the Ben Fold's song. Ah well.
It saddens me. That I'll never be able to tell you what you did for me; along with the thousands of others. I hope where ever you are, you're safe. And finally at peace.
Maybe one day I will get to tell you this, in one form or another. I think the easiest way to do it would just be to thank you. The simplest ways are always the best, right?
I know this is being posted in my livejournal... but one day I'm going to write it out, and I'm going to leave it by the wall. I'll light a candle, and just sit and stare, listening to your voice. I'll shed a tear. Maybe you'll look down and smile, before you go back to jamming with John Lennon. Man, I'd like to hear the result of that one day.
You've given support. You've given hope. You've given inspiration. All is forgiven, Elliott. You're fucking forgiven. We're proud of you.
I don't want to end this letter like this, but you were the one who put it best, as you always did.
"I'm never going to know you now, but I'm going to love you anyhow."
Ryan
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...
Bye, Elliott.
Xo
Rest in Peace
Elliott Smith 1969-2003
I'd say you'd make a perfect angel in the snow...
There's not much I can say really. It's not that I don't have anything to say - but more that I can't articulate my thoughts when trying to write about or to you. I've been touched, and I know so have many others, in a way that we never thought we could. No other musician/singer/songwriter/human being is able to warm the soul and break the heart as you do.
I can't begin to express what your music means to me. When in the darkest of times, you've been a voice to follow. I don't want to sound like a Ben Fold's song here... but the songs you wrote really did get me through a lot. And they'll continue to do so. Just want to fucking tell you that. But it's too late, right?
Ok, that's exactly like the Ben Fold's song. Ah well.
It saddens me. That I'll never be able to tell you what you did for me; along with the thousands of others. I hope where ever you are, you're safe. And finally at peace.
Maybe one day I will get to tell you this, in one form or another. I think the easiest way to do it would just be to thank you. The simplest ways are always the best, right?
I know this is being posted in my livejournal... but one day I'm going to write it out, and I'm going to leave it by the wall. I'll light a candle, and just sit and stare, listening to your voice. I'll shed a tear. Maybe you'll look down and smile, before you go back to jamming with John Lennon. Man, I'd like to hear the result of that one day.
You've given support. You've given hope. You've given inspiration. All is forgiven, Elliott. You're fucking forgiven. We're proud of you.
I don't want to end this letter like this, but you were the one who put it best, as you always did.
"I'm never going to know you now, but I'm going to love you anyhow."
Ryan
...
...
...
Bye, Elliott.
Xo
Rest in Peace
Elliott Smith 1969-2003
I'd say you'd make a perfect angel in the snow...