Leonard Cohen lucreaza la un nou album.
La aceasta adresa veti gasi doua melodii care vor face parte probabil din viitorul album.
"The songs are demo versions described as part of a “forthcoming” Leonard Cohen album then (i.e., June 2006) being developed during the same time Cohen was writing Book Of Longing and producing Anjani’s Blue Alert.3 As Cohen puts it, “… I have dozens of lyrics I’m setting to music now.”"
Iata si versurile lor:
Puppets By Leonard Cohen
German puppets
burnt the Jews
Jewish puppets
did not choose
Puppet vultures
eat the dead
Puppet corpses
they are fed
Puppet
Leonard Cohen lucreaza la un nou album.
La aceasta adresa veti gasi doua melodii care vor face parte probabil din viitorul album."The songs are demo versions described as part of a “forthcoming” Leonard Cohen album then (i.e., June 2006) being developed during the same time Cohen was writing Book Of Longing and producing Anjani’s Blue Alert.3 As Cohen puts it, “… I have dozens of lyrics I’m setting to music now.”"
Iata si versurile lor:
Puppets By Leonard Cohen
German puppets
burnt the Jews
Jewish puppets
did not choose
Puppet vultures
eat the dead
Puppet corpses
they are fed
Puppet winds and
puppet waves
Puppet sailors
in their graves
Puppet flower
Puppet stem
Puppet Time
dismantles them
Puppet me and
puppet you
Puppet German
Puppet Jew
Puppet presidents
command
puppet troops to
burn the land
Puppet fire
puppet flames
feed on all the
puppet names
Puppet lovers
in their bliss
turn away from
all of this
Puppet reader
shakes his head
takes his puppet
wife to bed
Puppet night
comes down to say
the epilogue to
puppet day
The Book Of Longing By Leonard Cohen
I can’t make the hills
The system is shot
I’m living on pills
For which I thank G-d
I followed the course
From chaos to art
Desire the horse
Depression the cart
I sailed like a swan
I sank like a rock
But time is long gone
Past my laughing stock
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn’t write
What the night pencilled in
My animal howls
My angel’s upset
But I’m not allowed
A trace of regret
For someone will use
What I couldn’t be
My heart will be hers
Impersonally
She’ll step on the path
She’ll see what I mean
My will cut in half
And freedom between
For less than a second
Our lives will collide
The endless suspended
The door open wide
Then she will be born
To someone like you
What no one has done
She’ll continue to do
I know she is coming
I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the book
