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24 Sep 2009 21:15 |
Last Friday while into his 4th song of the evening Leonard staggered whilst reaching for his guitar playing at Valencia Spain. His backing singers stopped him from falling and he went on to perform. Moments later Cohen collapsed again and was helped off stage by the medical crew of the stadium, he was later taken to hospital by ambulance. Cohens managers told media that he was suffering from a mild dose of food poisoning. Cohen (57) returned on the Monday to a crowd of 14,000 in Barcelona marking the end of his 9 concert tour of Spain.
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24 Sep 2009 21:18 |
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
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24 Sep 2009 21:20 |
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know, she's half crazy
It's why you want to be there She feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her You have no love to give her She gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer You've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And know she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind
Jesus was a sailor When He walked upon the water And He spent a long time watching From His lonely wooden tower
And when He knew for certain Only drowning men could see Him He said,"All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them"
But He, Himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him You want to travel blind And you know he will find you For he's touched your perfect body with his mind
Suzanne takes your hand now And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey On our, our lady of the harbor She shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her You want to travel blind And you know she'll find you For she's touched your perfect body with her mind
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24 Sep 2009 21:20 |
Hi Uzzi
I was surprised to hear this - (a) because I'm a great Leonard Cohen fan and (b) because I couldn't believe he was only a year older than me!
Anyway, I've just checked and he's actually 75!!
Hope this finds you well.
Sue x
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24 Sep 2009 21:21 |
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind I hope that you can just let it go by If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you
Oh, like a baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me, "You must not ask for so much" And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh, like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free
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24 Sep 2009 21:23 |
Won't you come over to the window, my little darling? I'd like to try to read your palm You know I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy Before I let you take me home
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry And laugh about it all again
Well, you know that I love to live with you But you make me forget so very much I forget to pray for the angels And then the angels forget to pray for us
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry And laugh about it all again
Now we met when was it? We were almost young We stand by the green lilac park You held on to me like I was a crucifix As we went kneeling through the dark
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry And laugh about it all again
Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry And laugh about it all again
For now, I need your hidden love I'm cold as a new razor blade You left when I told you I was curious Did I ever say that I was brave?
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry, cry And laugh about it all again
Oh, you are really such a pretty woman I see you've gone and changed your names again And just when I climbed this whole mountainside To wash my eyelids in the rain
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry And laugh about it all again
So long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry, cry Laugh about it all again
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24 Sep 2009 21:24 |
Poor old Lennie, glad to hear that he's getting better:))
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24 Sep 2009 21:26 |
Whoops Suzian I was copying from memory from a local paper I read ( teach me to read upside down, if I had thought about it I would have realized he could not be 57 as I listened to him at school ........just checked paper and yup they say 57 ... but you are right he is 75
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24 Sep 2009 21:28 |
He actually celebrated his 75th birthday on Monday by resuming and finishing his Spanish tour.
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Fiona aka Ruby
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24 Sep 2009 21:29 |
I think he was born May 3rd 1934. He's about a year younger than my mum.
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24 Sep 2009 21:30 |
Or perhaps not. My memory is obviously going!
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24 Sep 2009 21:31 |
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME
Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since but CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since CLOSING TIME
I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME
The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME
Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots It's CLOSING TIME And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's CLOSING TIME The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But CLOSING TIME I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.
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24 Sep 2009 21:34 |
Fiona no he was born Sept 21st 1934 in Canada
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24 Sep 2009 21:35 |
My favourite -
Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her She tied you To a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light In every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried 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 tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Sue xx
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24 Sep 2009 21:36 |
Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread "I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete. "O baby, I have come too late." She knelt beside his feet. "I'll never see a face like yours in years of men to come I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love." And all his virtues burning in the smoky Holocaust She took unto herself most everything her lover lost Now the master of this landscape he was standing at the view with a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood She said, "I'll make a place between my legs, I'll show you solitude."
He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room He promised her protection for the issue of her womb She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon
She took his much admired oriental frame of mind and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine -- "This mental space is occupied and everything is mine."
He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track She said, "The art of longing's over and it's never coming back." She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance, she mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache.
The last time that I saw him he was trying hard to get a woman's education but he's not a woman yet And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.
So the great affair is over but whoever would have guessed it would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressed It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.
It's like our visit to the moon or to that other star I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.
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24 Sep 2009 21:37 |
I knew that he was born in Canada in 1934 - goodness knows where I got May 3rd from though.
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24 Sep 2009 21:38 |
ermmmhummmm dare I play this one
was born in a beauty salon My father was a dresser of hair My mother was a girl you could call on When you called she was always there When you called she was always there When you called she was always there When you called she was always there When you called she was always there
Ah but don't go home with your hard-on It will only drive you insane You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain
I've looked behind all of the faces That smile you down to you knees And the lips that say, Come on, taste us And when you try to they make you say Please
When you try to they make you say Please When you try to they make you say Please When you try to they make you say Please When you try to they make you say Please
Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ...
Here come's your bride with her veil on Approach her, you wretch, if you dare Approach her, you ape with your tail on Once you have her she'll always be there
Once you have her she'll always be there Once you have her she'll always be there Once you have her she'll always be there Once you have her she'll always be there
Ah but don't go home with your hard-on ...
So I work in that same beauty salon I'm chained to the old masquerade The lipstick, the shadow, the silicone I follow my father's trade
I follow my father's trade Yes I follow my father's trade Yes I follow my father's trade Yes I follow my father's trade
Ah but don't go home with your hard-on It will only drive you insane You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain You can't melt it down in the rain
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24 Sep 2009 21:38 |
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new In city and in forest, they smiled like me and you But now it's come to distances and both of us must try
Your eyes are soft with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time Walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me It's just the way it changes like the shoreline and the sea But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new In city and in forest they smiled like me and you But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie
Your eyes are soft with sorrow Hey, that's no way to say goodbye
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24 Sep 2009 22:05 |
Uzzi, thank you ... he's one of W's and my favourites, Dance me to the End of Love is our song. I hadn't realized, he is such a lovely man; once watched a documentary with him taking us through his career and life.
Hoping you're well.
xxx Shimms xxx
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24 Sep 2009 22:10 |
Heard this the other day, really liked it.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
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