So long - so far - so NEAR, Leonard!

LEONARD NORMAN COHEN (* 21.09.1934)

LC ist kein Musiker. Er ist ein Poet, der zufällig Musik macht. Der 77-Jährige ist ein Dichter, der Worte von alttestamentarischer Wucht in vierminütige Songs gießt. Die Wonnen und Abgründe der Liebe, die nagende Einsamkeit, das Leben im Wissen um die eigene Vergänglichkeit – all diese existenziellen Themen verhandelte der Kanadier in seiner langen Karriere stets mit einem humorvollen Augenzwinkern, ohne jemals in Larmoyanz zu verfallen. In Texten, gespickt mit grandiosen Aphorismen, die man sich ohne Bedenken auf den Grabstein oder den Ehering meißeln lassen könnte (oö.nachrichten.at)  

 

      there´s a crack in everything.                                          interview 1993 (2:00)

      thats how the light gets in.                                              interview BBC 1988 (11:58)

                                         LC                                                 induction hall of fame 2006 (3:00)

     live in israel - opening words                                           picnic in the park with LC

     movie: I´m a hotel (25:00)                                                 I don´t know ;-) (1:22)             

     .. is a 1983 canadian  short musical & dance film,

     written by leonard cohen and mark shekter and

     directed by allan f. nicholls (25:08)

                                                   

  

some songs 

 

my secret life      if it be your will    ANTONY if it be your will    mhh  so long marianne

 

           joan of arc     bird on a wire      suzanne    the future   you know who I am    tonight will be fine

 

sisters of mercy   diamand in the mine   avalanche    master song     the stranger song    winter lady

 

               lady midnight          the gypsy´s wife    I`m your man  (I know *g*)    take this waltz

 

a thousand kisses deep   I love you in the morning / anthem   hallelujah      the partisan

 

to love somebody (live 1980)

 

about the master

ein leiser traum               www.welt.de/kultur                offizielle page LC

 

LC buch der sehnsüchte                PM welt des wissens: dieser mann ist ein gedicht

 

Hallelujah

Now I've heard there was a secret chord 

That David played, and it pleased the Lord 
But you dont really care for music, do you? 
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth 
The minor falls, the major lifts 
The baffled king composing Hallelujah 

Hallelujah, Hallelujah 
Hallelujah, Hallelujah 

Your faith was strong but you needed proof 
You saw her bathing on the roof 
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her 
She tied you to a kitchen chair 
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair 
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah 

Hallelujah....

Maybe I've been here before 
I know this room, I've walked this floor 
I used to live alone before I knew you 
I've seen your flag on the marble arch 
love is not a victory march 
Its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah 

Hallelujah....

You say I took the Name in vain 
I dont even know the Name 
But if I did, well really, what's it to you? 
There's a blaze of light in every word 
It doesnt matter which you heard 
The holy or the broken Hallelujah 

Hallelujah....

I did my best, but it wasnt much 
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch 
I've told the truth, I didnt come to fool you 
And even though it all went wrong 
I'll stand before the Lord of song 
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah 

Hallelujah....

 

There ain´t no cure for love

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 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 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

 

If it be your will

If it be your will, that I speak no more 
And my voice be still, as it was before 
I will speak no more, I shall abide until 
I am spoken for, if it be your will 

If it be your will, that a voice be true 
From this broken hill, I will sing to you 
From this broken hill 
All your praises they shall ring 
If it be your will, to let me sing 

From this broken hill 
All your praises they shall ring 
If it be your will, to let me sing 

If it be your will, if there is a choice 
Let the rivers fill, let the hills rejoice 
Let your mercy spill 
On all these burning hearts in Hell 
If it be your will, to make us well 

And draw us near and bind us tight 
All your children here, in their rags of light 
In our rags of light, all dressed to kill 
And end this night, if it be your will 
If it be your will