Para los que todavía no lo conozcan, este duo irrepetible: Leonard Cohen recitando, Phillip Glass poniendo la música. youtube/watch?v=Z_YgRxZ4AJc Los versos: I can´t make the hills The system is shot I´m living on pills for which I thank G-d There´s sun in the leaves and birds in the tree. Nobody believes it´s written by Thee. I used to be song I used to be cock but time is long gone past my laughingstock I bid you good-bye There´s nothing to add I´ve tried and I try to stop going mad I followed the course from chaos to art My dick was the horse my life was the cart I´m back at my desk (the end of the line) a bee in my breast a snake in my spine The silverware shines that my mother left to me when she died fulfilled and bereft My leash is too long I think that I´m free I´d leap at the young but I´m sixty-three I know what I want It took many lives I´m cured by the cunt I´m killed by the eyes The sorrows are real as froth on the wave as shit on the beach the city´s disgrace Who cares what I say I´m not who I was I´m paid what I pay I´m always in love The summer won´t come ´till I go to bed The birds will return when the dog is dead You can´t say it right when you touch yourself But truth´s not advice It is total health The crap on my back the piss in my face but happy at last in the Holy Place You can´t go too deep if you want to swim where the mermaids weep out of love for Him Im nothing but lust I´m nothing but pain I did these mistrust but Never Again I say what I want for I am the Child of G-d coming home and His Wife gone wild I don´t need a thing I use what I have a moth-eaten wing a worm cut in half With these I invoke The Name to draw nigh I´m clamped in a stock to hold my head high My animal howls My angel´s upset And deep in my bowels the shit of regret You can´t stop a man from loving too much I´m still licking stamps from trying it once My pen is too wet My ink is too black The Winner won´t get his foot on the track But the one like me with light in her eye is utterly free to crawl or to fly And she´ll know the path I carved through the pain my will cut in half and Freedom between I´ll meet her one day when the time is right for me to display my flare in the night for the space in space to cough up the Word that seals our Embrace unharmed and unheard And Mercy at last for one doubled up and tied to the mast with the flags of love And thank´s be to you for helping me out when Youth had no clue what´s it all about Your kindness is kind your trueness is true I pray that you´ll find your Beloved, too as I have found mine where I´d never look: in the threaded spine of my Longing Book. Los Angeles March 22, 1998
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 15:00:43 +0000
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