elliott smith, 1969-2003
Singer/Songwriter Elliott Smith Found Dead, An Apparent Suicide
Elliott Smith Dead at 34

I think these lyrics are relatively appropriate. Fond Farewell by Elliott Smith.

The litebrite's now black and white
Cause you took apart a picture that wasn't right
Pitch burning on a shining sheet
The only maker that you'd want to meet
The dying man in a living room
Trying to get to the door
God knows what for
This is not my life

It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend

He said, "Really I just wanna dance"
Good and evil matched perfect it's a great romance
I can deal with some physic pain
If it'll slow down my higher brain
Page full of disappearing ink
Vomiting in the kitchen sink
Disconnecting from the missing link
This is not my life

It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend

I see you're leaving me and taking up with the enemy
The cold comfort of the in between
A little less than a human being
A little less than a happy high
A little less than a suicide
The only things that you really tried
This is not my life

It's just a fond farewell to a friend
It's not what I'm like
It's just a fond farewell to a friend
Who couldn't get things right
Fond farewell to a friend
This is not my life
It's just a fond farewell to a friend

This is Just a Fond Farewell to a Friend

Elliott, I never got a chance to meet you. I never got a chance to know you personally, as many of your fans did. I never got a chance to devote a website to you. I never got a chance to see you play your music live. However, through your art, you have moved me. There are no words that can express how much your music has meant to me. Through your poetry, I feel as though I have known you personally for many years–like you were one of my best friends. I’ve never known another artist I could relate to as well as I could relate to you. Simple yet elegant songs of sadness and depression, love and heartbreak. Everything that has happened to me in my life I can relate to your songs.

Well, Elliott, I hope you don't mind that I steal your words to honor your memory. "I’m never going to know you now, but I’m going to love you anyhow." Never will a day go by that I will not remember your contribution to the modern music scene; never will a day go by that I will not sing a song you've written; and never will a day go by that I won't remember the way you changed my life. Rest in peace, Elliott. I’ll see you in heaven.

Nothing else today.