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jueves, abril 20, 2006

El más allá de Leonard Cohen

Un poco vacía de palabras, tomaré prestadas las de Leonard Cohen, por mi cumpleaños el emperador me regaló la colección de él, y esta mañana oí tres veces esta canción camino a la oficina. Se llama “famous blue raincoat”, y es la única canción que me desencaja en cualquier situación. Hoy quiero, y cito a Kurt Cobain, “un más allá al estilo de Leonard Cohen, para así sollozar eternamente”. Es una carta a un viejo amigo. Disfrútenla.

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, Leonard Cohen

5 Comments:

Blogger pekerm4nn said...

"Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld
So I can sigh eternally"

melancolicas mañanas de voces gruesas....gracias por recordarme a esa gente...uno no siempre recuerda a cohen....

salu2

21 abril, 2006 09:33

 
Anonymous cat said...

coññññooooooo..... comienza a quemar ese disco ya.

21 abril, 2006 11:40

 
Blogger Natalio Ruiz said...

Esa voz de Cohen tan sombría es el perfecto vehículo para ese escurrir de letras profundas empapadas de tortura.
Encuentro muchos paralelismos entre Cohen y el Cohen hispano, Sabina.
Saludos.

22 abril, 2006 13:05

 
Blogger Eigna said...

No creo, Sabina no toca la sangre y Cohen no ve humor en su dolor.

"I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name, women give themselves to him. If I am done beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors from our lips it is because I hear a man climb the stairs and clear his throat outside our door". - L. Cohen.

Me quedo con Cohen, de él me gustan todas, de Sabina, solo una.

24 abril, 2006 11:00

 
Blogger Jean Georges said...

And now the wheel of heaven stop
you feel the devil´s riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder

No sé si lo tengo en mi lista de músicología musical. En su defecto, ya corro a hacerlo.

27 abril, 2006 02:49

 

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