\nWho doesn\u2019t know \u2018Suzanne<\/a>\u2019 and So long, Marianne<\/a>\u2019?
\n
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<\/p>\nIn latter years Leonard came to New Zealand three times.
\nI so wanted to go to that first concert in Wellington, but it was on my birthday\u00a0in mid January\u00a0– \u00a0at a time of the year I thought\u00a0I couldn\u2019t possibly get away from the farm due to the tourist season etc.
\nSadly I never even tried to make it work.
\nThat became\u00a0my biggest regret.<\/p>\n
When he returned in November 2010<\/a> I was absolutely determined I was going. Then, he became far far more intensely involved with my life. When Tim was killed Leonard bathed my soul with all his songs. I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,\u00a0<\/em> ‘Ain\u2019t No Cure For Love’<\/strong><\/a> There ain’t no cure for love\u00a0<\/em> I see you in the subway and I see you on the bus\u00a0<\/em> I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go\u00a0<\/em> There ain’t no cure for love\u00a0<\/em> And of course the\u00a0absolute ultimate song which we played at Tim\u2019s funeral. Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on\u00a0<\/em> Dance me to the children who are asking to be born\u00a0<\/em> Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin\u00a0<\/em> When Leonard\u00a0returned for a third\u00a0time in Dec 2014 I was there with bells on! As a poet, a wordsmith, a singer, a man. What words do you use to describe the loss of one who has had so much influence in your life. One who\u2019s words speak into the depths of your soul. One who moved you\u00a0so powerfully through all of your decades. One who\u2019s words and music soothed and loved you during the hardest time of your … Continue reading “Farewelling the Master”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[11,20,47,57,58,18],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/555"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=555"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/555\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":563,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/555\/revisions\/563"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=555"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=555"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mybigballofstring.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=555"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI travelled to Christchurch and had my socks completely blown off!
\nHe was so much more than I had ever dreamed of.
\nThe only sad thing was that I was there on my own and had no one to share the absolute delight with.<\/p>\n
\nI have always loved words.
\nAs a writer words touch & feed my heart and soul, the\u00a0ebb & flow of them between myself and other writers is what makes me tick.<\/p>\n
\nHe\u00a0embraced my hurting heart with these two specifically ….
\n‘Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye<\/a>‘\u00a0<\/strong>
\nI loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,\u00a0<\/em>
\nyour hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,\u00a0<\/em>
\nyes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,\u00a0<\/em>
\nin city and in forest they smiled like me and you,\u00a0<\/em>
\nbut now it’s come to distances and both of us must try,\u00a0<\/em>
\nyour eyes are soft with sorrow,\u00a0<\/em>
\nHey, that’s no way to say goodbye.\u00a0<\/em>
\nI’m not looking for another as I wander in my time,\u00a0<\/em>
\nwalk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme\u00a0<\/em>
\nyou know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,\u00a0<\/em>
\nit’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,\u00a0<\/em>
\nbut let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie,\u00a0<\/em>
\nyour eyes are soft with sorrow,\u00a0<\/em>
\nHey, that’s no way to say goodbye.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nyour hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,\u00a0<\/em>
\nyes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,\u00a0<\/em>
\nin city and in forest they smiled like me and you,\u00a0<\/em>
\nbut let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie,\u00a0<\/em>
\nyour eyes are soft with sorrow,\u00a0<\/em>
\nHey, that’s no way to say goodbye.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI loved you for a long, long time\u00a0<\/em>
\nI know this love is real\u00a0<\/em>
\nIt don’t matter how it all went wrong\u00a0<\/em>
\nThat don’t change the way I feel\u00a0<\/em>
\nAnd I can’t believe that time’s\u00a0<\/em>
\nGonna heal this wound I’m speaking of\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure for love\u00a0<\/em>
\nI’m aching for you baby\u00a0<\/em>
\nI can’t pretend I’m not\u00a0<\/em>
\nI need to see you naked\u00a0<\/em>
\nIn your body and your thought\u00a0<\/em>
\nI’ve got you like a habit\u00a0<\/em>
\nAnd I’ll never get enough\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure for love\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThere ain’t no cure for love\u00a0<\/em>
\nAll the rocket ships are climbing through the sky\u00a0<\/em>
\nThe holy books are open wide\u00a0<\/em>
\nThe doctors working day and night\u00a0<\/em>
\nBut they’ll never ever find that cure for love\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no drink no drug\u00a0<\/em>
\n(Ah tell them, angels)\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere’s nothing pure enough to be a cure for love\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nI see you lying down with me, I see you waking up\u00a0<\/em>
\nI see your hand, I see your hair\u00a0<\/em>
\nYour bracelets and your brush\u00a0<\/em>
\nAnd I call to you, I call to you\u00a0<\/em>
\nBut I don’t call soft enough\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure for love\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWhen the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul\u00a0<\/em>
\nI don’t need to be forgiven for loving you so much\u00a0<\/em>
\nIt’s written in the scriptures\u00a0<\/em>
\nIt’s written there in blood\u00a0<\/em>
\nI even heard the angels declare it from above\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThere ain’t no cure for love\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThere ain’t no cure for love\u00a0<\/em>
\nAll the rocket ships are climbing through the sky\u00a0<\/em>
\nThe holy books are open wide\u00a0<\/em>
\nThe doctors working day and night\u00a0<\/em>
\nBut they’ll never ever find that cure,\u00a0<\/em>
\nThat cure for love<\/em><\/p>\n
\n‘Dance me to the End of Love’<\/a>
\nDance me to your beauty with a burning violin\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in\u00a0<\/em>
\nLift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em>
\nOh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone\u00a0<\/em>
\nLet me feel you moving like they do in Babylon\u00a0<\/em>
\nShow me slowly what I only know the limits of\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nDance me very tenderly and dance me very long\u00a0<\/em>
\nWe’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nDance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn\u00a0<\/em>
\nRaise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n
\nDance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in\u00a0<\/em>
\nTouch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love\u00a0<\/em>
\nDance me to the end of love
\n<\/em>
\nChristian came down and spent his time creating\u00a0a slideshow for me.
\nI was so busy getting the funeral organised that I never had time to see what he was doing.
\nThen the night before I finally caught my breath and asked him if I could watch it.
\nIt was so beautiful, but the pain hit me so hard I crumbled and cried and cried and cried.<\/a>
\nIt was such a blessing.
\nIf I hadn’t seen it then I would have totally lost it at the church and not have had the strength to speak.
\nI am forever grateful to Christian for making this video.
\nIt is a real treasure for us.<\/p>\n
\nThis time I went with friends.
\n<\/a>The best way to see a show is with friends to enjoy it with.
\nAnd this show was THE absolute best.
\nHe was 80 years old and like a good wine he certainly aged well.
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<\/p>\n
\nYou had such presence.
\nLeonard, you will always have my respect and a part of my heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"