Book of longing

Leonard Cohen fala-nos do seu novo livro, das suas músicas, dos seus poemas,das suas influências (passando por Lorca),e etcs pelo meio,agora com a saída do seu novo livro. Uma entrevista a não perder aqui. Nos comentários da página da Amazon, em linha com Book of Longing é possível ler-se ironicamente "the cigarette issue" . E também "Nightingale".

2 thoughts on “Book of longing

  1. So long Marianne foi a primeira música em que viciei na música dele.

    Come over to the window, my little darling,I’d like to
    try to read your palm.I used to think I was some kind of
    Gypsy boybefore I let you take me home.Now so
    long, Marianne, it’s time that we beganto laugh and
    cry and cry and laugh about it all again.Well you
    know that I love to live with you,but you make me forget
    so very much.I forget to pray for the angelsand then
    the angels forget to pray for us.Now so long,
    Marianne, it’s time that we began …We met
    when we were almost youngdeep in the green lilac park.You held on to me like I was a crucifix,as we went
    kneeling through the dark.Oh so long, Marianne,
    it’s time that we began …Your letters they
    all say that you’re beside me now.Then why do I feel
    alone?I’m standing on a ledge and your fine spider
    webis fastening my ankle to a stone.Now so
    long, Marianne, it’s time that we began …For
    now I need your hidden love.I’m cold as a new razor
    blade.You left when I told you I was curious,I never
    said that I was brave.Oh so long, Marianne,
    it’s time that we began …Oh, you are really
    such a pretty one.I see you’ve gone and changed your
    name again.And just when I climbed this whole
    mountainside,to wash my eyelids in the rain!Oh
    so long, Marianne, it’s time that we began …

  2. Esta foi a segunda a eu viciar.

    I believe that you heard your master sing
    When I was sick in bed
    I suppose that he told you everything
    That I keep locked away in my head
    Your master took you traveling
    Well, at least thats what you said
    And now do you come back to bring
    Your prisoner wine and bread

    You met him at some temple
    Where they take your clothes at the door
    He was just a numberless man in a chair
    Who had just come back from the war
    And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
    And he hands you the apple core
    Then he touches your lips, now so suddenly bare
    Of all the kisses we put on sometime before

    And he gave you a german shepherd to walk
    With a collar of leather and nails
    And he never once made you explain or talk
    About all of the little details
    Such as who had a worm and who had a rock
    And who had you through the mails
    Now you love is a secret all over the block
    And it never stops not even
    When your master fails

    And he took you up in his aeroplane
    Which he flew without any hands
    And you cruised above the ribbons of rain
    That drove the crowds from the stands
    Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane
    And an ape with angel glands
    Erased the final wisps of pain
    With the music of rubber bands

    And now I hear you master sing
    You kneel for him to come
    His body is a golden string
    That your body is hanging from
    His body is a golden string
    My body has grown numb
    O now you hear you master sing
    Your shirt is all undone

    And will you kneel beside this bed
    That we polished so long ago
    Before you master chose instead
    To make my bed of snow
    Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
    And you are speaking far too low
    No, I cant make out what your master said
    Before he made you go

    And I think youre playing far too rough
    For a lady whos been to the moon
    Ive lain by this window long enough
    You get used to an empty room
    And your love is some dust
    In an old mans cuff
    Who is tapping his foot to a rune
    And your highs are a ruin
    You want too much
    Lets say you came back sometime too soon

    I loved your master perfectly
    And I taught him all that he knew
    He was starving in some deep mystery
    Like a man who is sure what is true
    And I sent you to him with my guarantee
    I could teach him something new
    And I taught him how you would long for me
    No matter what he said, no matter what you do

    I believe that you heard you master sing
    While I was sick in bed
    Im sure that he told you everything
    I must keep locked away in my head
    Your master took you traveling
    Well, at least thats what you said
    And now do you come back to bring
    Your prisoner wine and bread.

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