Leonard Cohen
Famous blue
raincoat
1971
Tussen 1967 (Suzanne) en 1988 (Tower of
Song) heeft Leonard Cohen acht LPs uitgebracht met magistrale muziek. Heerlijk om mee te
zingen (mooie, suggestieve teksten die je in blijde
verwarring achterlaten maar die je na jaren nog woord voor woord mee kan zingen - precies
zoals het hoort). Er is een nieuwe CD, en hij is weer aan het touren (allemaal te danken aan een
manager die er met de centen vandoor is).
Ik heb Leonard Cohen's muziek ooit
door een muziekjournalist op de radio horen omschrijven als oeverloos geneuzel. Smaken
verschillen blijkbaar.
Hieronder een prachtige clip uit 1967. Let even op de
traan die langs zijn wang loopt tegen het eind van het lied.
Vooruit, hier zijn er nog een paar.
Zulke mooie muziek wordt maar zelden gemaakt.
Lyrics
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 house
deep in the desert
Are you living for nothing now, 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 when 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
But she never turned up I'm Lili Marlene
And you treated some woman to a flake of
your life
And when she got home she was nobody's wife.
Well I see you there with a 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 oh what can I
tell you
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad that you stood in my way.
And if you ever come by here, be it for
Jane or for me
I want you to know your enemy's sleeping, I want you to know your
woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you
took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never really
tried.
And Jane came by with a lock of your
hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night when you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L. Cohen
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