A Time Of Silence Part 3

      This will conclude our section on the trinity of musical influences, there is only one person that could fit the bill, the one and only Leonard Cohen. As stated in the previous posts in this series, one should never say much when dealing with such icons, anything that is said can never measure up to how legendary these three figures are, Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, and Leonard Cohen. These are three figures that everyone should be aware of and well versed in, the three God's within music who will live on forever, it'll do you good to know these three artists, your soul will benefit from the adventure. Enough has been said already though, let's let Cohen speak for himself.

     Love from your humble blogger,

    

Leonard Cohen - Famous Blue Raincoat

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --

She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear --

Sincerely, L. Cohen