Tag: leonard cohen

Leonard Cohen, butch icon

It’s a beautiful day,

sunny and mild,

a perfect January day.

Yesterday,

was a good day,

I’m hoping for two in a row:-)

I’ve started a new book,

Kazuo Ishiguro’s,

An Artist Of The Floating World,

it was laying around,

the bookstore,

and,

since,

I absolutely adored,

Remains Of The Day,

I thought I’d give it,

a go.

Set in the immediate,

aftermath of World War II Japan.

It is the story of an artist,

and his recollections.

I’ll let you know.

 

On Monday,

I was listening to,

Leonard Cohen’s,

new album,

Old Ideas.

It is new Cohen,

but,

feels,

vintage.

I have a thing for,

Cohen,

one of my icons,

he comes from Montreal,

he’s a poet,

a dapper dresser,

a lover of women,

and what a way,

with words,

gives me chills,

makes me heart,

soar,

or,

ache,

both.

A man of great passion,

From Suzanne,

And she feeds you Tea and oranges

that come all the way from China

And just when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her

Then she gets you on her wavelenght

And she lets the river answer

That you’ve always been her lover

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For you’ve touched her perfect body

With your mind.

connection,

real connection.

From Hallelujah,

Baby I’ve been here before

I know this room, I’ve walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you.

and this,

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty in the moolight overthrew you

love, romance and yes,

a touch of,

fear.

From I’m your Man,

If you want a lover

I’ll do anything you ask me to

And if you want another kind of love

I’ll wear a mask for you

If you want a partner

Take my hand

Or if you want to strike me down in anger

Here I stand

I’m your man

Whatevever you want,

whatever you need,

Leonard knows:-)

From Dance Me To The End Of Love,

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

He speaks to me,

he’s from,

my neck of the woods,

his voice is gravelly,

he purrs,

he growls,

he’s tough,

he’s tender,

romantic,

carnal.

Plus,

I admit,

I like his face:-)

Thinker,

brooder,

lover,

singer,

poet,

mensch,

butch icon.

Later girls,

BB

 

 

 


	


	





	

		
		
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It’s pretty cold today.


I am reminded of a quote from Frank Zappa,


Frank Zappa Crappa,


 of don’t you eat that yellow snow fame,


I read this years ago,


 so I may be fuzzy on the details.


Zappa was being interviewed,


and was asked about his impression of Montreal.


Here’s what he said:


It’s so cold in Montreal the fuckin’ snot freezes in your nose.


The man had obviously been to Montreal,


possibly in February.


It’s not quite that cold right now, but…


It’s coming.


What I wanted to talk about today is song lyrics.


I don’t listen to nearly as much music as I used to,


not quite sure why,


probably a combination of factors.


Since I walk to work and do most of my shopping on foot,


I use public transit sparingly,


so I don’t listen to it on the metro or bus.


I like quiet when I walk around.


Sort of futile,


 in my noisy neighborhood but,


hope springs eternal.


Sufice it to say,


 I am not as up on pop music as I could be.


A few months ago,


 a friend of mine remarked that pop music was in rare form right now.


“Really?” says I “How so?”


and she explains to me that Lady Gaga and the like are damn good.


I agree.


Lady Gaga is awesome,


 that Bad Romance has got some dynamite lyrics,


and raw emotion.


From memory, not quoting


         I want your love and I want your revenge 


         You and me could write a Bad Romance.


         I want your ugly, I want your disease


 


Yep,


 a far cry from Duran Duran.


What I like most about pop music is that underneath all the cliches,


there is real feeling.


I don’t think anyone would confuse Bon Jovi with Leonard Cohen,


but,


I for one,


 like both.


            It’s my life,


            It’s now or never,


            I ain’t gonna live forever


Has real symetry and reasonance and it is inspiring.


Ditto for 


                 Baby I have been here before


 


 


Pop songs are a common language .


                 I know this room, I’ve walked this floor


                 I used to live alone before I knew you


 


Everyone knows Lady Gaga and Bon Jovi.


Pop songs help us remember parts of our lives,


they form a common generational thread and they help to bridge gaps.


 They help us know that we are not alone and that sometimes


               Love hurts,


               or Lifts us up where we belong ,


               That Everybody Hurts and Everybody dances Now and then.


Put on some music,


 dance like noone is watching,


maybe have a good cry,


smile even though your heart is breaking,


get it out, let it in.


Have fun, combat the cold with the warmth of music and words.


Later Girls


BB