Archive for the ‘Cohen Leonard’ Category

True Love Leaves No Traces

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
I’m just paying my rent every day
Oh in the Tower of Song

I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night...

Memories

Saturday, June 18th, 2011

I believe that you heard your master sing
when I was sick in bed.
I suppose that he told you everything
that I keep locked away in my head.
Your master took you travelling,
well at least that’s what you said.
And now do you come back to bring
your prisoner wine and bread?

You met him at some temple, where
they...

Jazz Police

Friday, July 9th, 2010

You were the promise at dawn,
I was the morning after.
You were Jesus Christ my Lord,
I was the money lender.
You were the sensitive woman,
I was the very reverend Freud.
You were the manual orgasm,
I was the dirty little boy.

And is this what you wanted
to live in a house that is haunted
by the ghost of you and...

One of Us Cannot Be Wrong

Monday, June 28th, 2010

Oh but it’s been such a long, long time.
Thought I’d got you off my mind.
Looks like I can’t, just the thought of you
turns my whole world a misty blue.
Just the mention of your name
fans the flicker to a flame.
I can’t forget the things we used to do.
My whole world turns misty blue.
You know I should...

Be for Real

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

Say a prayer for the cowboy
His mare’s run away
And he’ll walk til he finds her
His darling, his stray
but the river’s in flood
and the roads are awash
and the bridges break up
in the panic of loss.

And there’s nothing to follow
There’s nowhere to go
She’s gone like the summer

First We Take Manhattan

Wednesday, June 9th, 2010

(Written By Cohen, Performed In "Night Magic")

(Michael) I burnt the house of love tonight
It made a perfect ring
In which I saw some weeds and stone
Beyond not anything

Certain creatures of the air
Frightened by the night
They came to see the world again
And they perished in the light

So now I sail from...

Winter Lady

Monday, June 7th, 2010

Why don’t you try to do without him?
Why don’t you try to live alone?
Do you really need his hands for your passion?
Do you really need his heart for your throne?
Do you need his labour for your baby?
Do you need his beast for the bone?
Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady?
I know you’re going to make, make...