Music to die for
Well, I won't suggest you start the process, Paula.....want that humour of yours around.....even if you do think Leonard uses filler ~
! For me, from all I've seen and read, Leonard's entire world seems to be one of precision, so I'm holding to "I didn't come all this way t' fool ya'....."
All good things,
Lizzytysh

All good things,
Lizzytysh
Great Linda! My initial thought had been that she might want to use something out of the "That Don't Make It Junk" stock, but I couldn't get any further than that, so jest [Freudian typo] let it go....I wanted to do something with it.
Hmmm.....recipes, and here I am on a grape fast. Just came from picking them myself from the orchard; loving the feel of the sunshine/feel of the shade/the fresh air; smell of the green; sight and touch of the grapes and leaves; conversation with the older man who owns the orchard; sharing my pick with the elderly man too unhealthy to pick; picking for the next two, whose health won't really allow their being in the sun ~ real life. What a great morning.
~Lizzytysh
Hmmm.....recipes, and here I am on a grape fast. Just came from picking them myself from the orchard; loving the feel of the sunshine/feel of the shade/the fresh air; smell of the green; sight and touch of the grapes and leaves; conversation with the older man who owns the orchard; sharing my pick with the elderly man too unhealthy to pick; picking for the next two, whose health won't really allow their being in the sun ~ real life. What a great morning.

~Lizzytysh
My esteemed espouse has very strict instructions to pickle whatever's left of me in gin and nicotine, then prop me up in an open box, and invite all family, friends and acquaintances to a riotous assembly
I have insisted that the required music will be LC, Mozart, Beethoven and Carmina Burana, plus anything else found amongst my CDs - there's plenty variety there so everyone should be happy and the assembly should continue on it's riotous way until well into the following week.
I also insist on copious amounts of gin and Southern Comfort being consumed on my behalf while this particular bit is repeated until the entire assembly is under the table.
:
I did my best; it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I learnt to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my lips but
HALLELUJAH!
Hope you'll all be there.
Jo


I also insist on copious amounts of gin and Southern Comfort being consumed on my behalf while this particular bit is repeated until the entire assembly is under the table.

I did my best; it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I learnt to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my lips but
HALLELUJAH!
Hope you'll all be there.

Jo
I'll begin my meager savings now, Jo.....airfares nearly prohibitive. If you'll just hang on until I can afford my ticket, you should have a long life, and possibly be already sufficiently pickled....saving your esteemed espouse the time and trouble
. Sounds like the kind of wake I'd be honoured to attend. Thanks for the invite
. Mine shan't be nearly so elaborate, but you can at least count on "Leonard" being in the mix. Maybe someone can finally get me to choke down a Red Needle
. You're certainly welcome to come along to mine! In fact, I expect it, after I've made it a point to be at yours
.
~Lizzytysh




~Lizzytysh
I dreamt I died and in my dream
My spirit rose and it did seem
That I was due no other day
That there could be no further way.
They lay me out and spread my shroud
The coffin placed before the crowd
And as the funeral got goin'
I heard a song of Leonard Cohen.
And from the sky there came a voice.
It said, "I do not like the choice
Of Cohen song which now is playing
So on the earth you will be staying."
The wooden lid I gladly lifted
My life's perception I had shifted
From then I lived in joy and laughter
Not being bound for the hereafter.
The song remains a mystery
Oh. Leonard, please enlighten me.
An ode to all you joyous souls!
My spirit rose and it did seem
That I was due no other day
That there could be no further way.
They lay me out and spread my shroud
The coffin placed before the crowd
And as the funeral got goin'
I heard a song of Leonard Cohen.
And from the sky there came a voice.
It said, "I do not like the choice
Of Cohen song which now is playing
So on the earth you will be staying."
The wooden lid I gladly lifted
My life's perception I had shifted
From then I lived in joy and laughter
Not being bound for the hereafter.
The song remains a mystery
Oh. Leonard, please enlighten me.
An ode to all you joyous souls!
Which version, Glyn? I prefer Austin's:-)
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