Showing posts with label leonard cohen. Show all posts
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October 7, 2011

cure? what cure?

 
A man, a little boy with a crazy dream: they've pushed all these drugs on him all the time... Still no cure.



Ain't No Cure For Love == Leonard Cohen

I loved you for a long, long time, I know this love is real
It don't matter how it all went wrong, that don't change the way I feel
And I can't believe that time's gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of
There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

I'm aching for you baby, I can't pretend I'm not
I need to see you naked in your body and your thought
I've got you like a habit and I'll never get enough
There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love, there ain't no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide, the doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure for love
There ain't no drink, no drug, ah tell them, angels
There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love

I see you in the subway and I, I see you on the bus
I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up
I see your hand, I see your hair, your bracelets and your brush
And I call to you, I call to you, but I don't call soft enough
There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I've ever heard, whispered to my soul
I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much
It's written in the scriptures, it's written there in blood
I even heard the angels declare it from above
There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love, there ain't no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide, the doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure, that cure for love

No cure for love, there ain't no cure for love
No cure for love, there ain't no cure for love



 
 

April 19, 2010

yin & yang

 
Es hat eine Zeit gegeben, vor dem "grossen Scheiterhaufen" in der Harten Klinik, da war ich
Feuer aussen
Wasser drinnen
Ich hatte der Jungen Dame davon erzählt.

Danach machte man uns zu Feuer. Feuer aussen und Feuer innen. Eben auf diesem Scheiterhaufen.

Langsam, langsam aber sicher, finde ich wieder dorthin zurück, wo
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. [Leonard Cohen]



Luke Brown: Lightspace


Wo die Junge Dame... brucia il fuoco, she's my babe! [Zucchero]
 

March 19, 2010

never lose it again

 
Tower Of Song == Leonard Cohen

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 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 long,
a hundred floors above me in the tower of song.

I was born like this, I had no choice.
I was born with the gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels from the great beyond,
they tied me to this table right here in the tower of song.

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
- I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all.
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong.
They don't let a woman kill you not in the tower of song.

Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure:
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor,
and there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong.
You see, you hear these funny voices in the tower of song.

I see you standing on the other side.
I don't know how the river got so wide.
I loved you, I loved you way back when -
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
but I feel so close to everything that we lost -
We'll never, we’ll never have to lose it again.

So I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back.
They’re moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track.
But you'll be hearing from me, baby, long after I'm gone.
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from my window in the tower of song.

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 in the tower of song.