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Sunday, March 27, 2011

Too much sun?

Could it be that I'm just not ready for a full day of sun?

Too much happiness?

There was a need to temper all of this joyful celebration of a Sunday full of sun. There is no better way to do this--at least for me--than to start playing some music. It's not just any music. It's the music of a master of words. And, listening to these words come from my original album that I've been moving from place to place since the 70s has made it even better.....if that's even possible. Leonard Cohen. A man whose music was responsible for nearly all of my artwork so long ago. Nothing like a good dose of feeling blue to get things balanced out. God, I have always loved this song.

Famous Blue Raincoat
from Songs Of Love And Hate


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

(L. Cohen) Stranger Music, Inc.

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