Leslie's Omnibus

The End of the Line

For all my tweaking, I really respected Rob Smith -- writer, singer, picker of all instruments stringed, charmer, pain-in-the-ass, larger-than-life as he was.

Robbie, the blogosphere will be a far more boring world without you. I, for one, am damned glad I got to meet you, argue with you, see you get your shit back in one sock, and sing with you.

I trust you're in the arms of the angels, my friend:

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it OK
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction or a beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here

So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees

In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here

You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here


Sarah McLachlan
_____
Leslie

2 comments:

bt said...

I had seen his site thru a link from yours some time ago. I am sorry I didn't go back that often. he will be missed. R.I.P.

Libby said...

Nice tribute. Beautiful song.