Singer-actor-songwriter best known for songs like Me and Bobby McGee and Help Me Make It Through the Night. As an actor, his best-known role was opposite Barbra Streisand in the 1977 version of A Star is Born.
Age 88.
https://variety.com/2024/film/obituarie ... 236159472/
RIP Kris Kristofferson
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When I heard Kris died, I wrote this. I'm working on a melody.
Twilight Legends
(Verse 1)
In the twilight years, my mind starts to stray,
To the legends of youth, now fading away.
Their voices, once strong, now echo in the breeze,
Yet the memories linger like autumn leaves on trees.
(Verse 2)
Old wooden fences and jukebox songs,
Heroes of my past who could do no wrong.
With worn-out guitars and stories to tell,
They gave me a life worth singing as well.
(Chorus)
Gone are the legends, but their shadows remain,
In the heart of this old man, through joy and pain.
They taught me to dream, they taught me to fight,
Now, I cherish the echoes in the quiet twilight.
(Bridge)
The town's grown silent, but their laughter I hear,
In the crackling fire and a bottle of cheer.
They danced through my childhood, so wild and so free,
Now, they rest in my memory, a bittersweet melody.
(Verse 3)
Late-night radios, where their songs still play,
Tales of their glory, just a heartbeat away.
Their faces grow dimmer, but my heart understands,
They're the legends of my life, the ghosts of old friends.
(Outro)
As stars puncture the sky and the night takes hold,
I remember their stories, worth their weight in gold.
Though the years have been cruel, the legends don’t die,
They live in the twilight, in the old man's eye.
Twilight Legends
(Verse 1)
In the twilight years, my mind starts to stray,
To the legends of youth, now fading away.
Their voices, once strong, now echo in the breeze,
Yet the memories linger like autumn leaves on trees.
(Verse 2)
Old wooden fences and jukebox songs,
Heroes of my past who could do no wrong.
With worn-out guitars and stories to tell,
They gave me a life worth singing as well.
(Chorus)
Gone are the legends, but their shadows remain,
In the heart of this old man, through joy and pain.
They taught me to dream, they taught me to fight,
Now, I cherish the echoes in the quiet twilight.
(Bridge)
The town's grown silent, but their laughter I hear,
In the crackling fire and a bottle of cheer.
They danced through my childhood, so wild and so free,
Now, they rest in my memory, a bittersweet melody.
(Verse 3)
Late-night radios, where their songs still play,
Tales of their glory, just a heartbeat away.
Their faces grow dimmer, but my heart understands,
They're the legends of my life, the ghosts of old friends.
(Outro)
As stars puncture the sky and the night takes hold,
I remember their stories, worth their weight in gold.
Though the years have been cruel, the legends don’t die,
They live in the twilight, in the old man's eye.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
- Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001)
Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere.
Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when he grows up, he'll never be able to drive in New Jersey.
- Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001)
Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere.
Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when he grows up, he'll never be able to drive in New Jersey.
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Bob Juch
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Re: RIP Kris Kristofferson
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
- Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001)
Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere.
Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when he grows up, he'll never be able to drive in New Jersey.
- Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001)
Si fractum non sit, noli id reficere.
Teach a child to be polite and courteous in the home and, when he grows up, he'll never be able to drive in New Jersey.