LEONARD COHEN – THE BEST OF THE BEST

Nov 10, 2016by tracey Comments

No question this is a week of opinion spouting.

In my opinion, tonight we lost the greatest songwriter and sexiest, most soulful singer of our generation.

He didn’t get the Nobel Prize. He wasn’t knighted by the Queen, but for me he was the best of the best.

I’ve only cried twice when celebrities died, Lucille Ball and tonight for Leonard Cohen.

I sadly never met him. But it’s a hideous end to an already deeply upsetting week.

The choice of songs to put up is immense. But in light of the election I think this one is perfect.

I saw him on THE FUTURE tour and it was one of the best concerts I’ve ever seen.

RIP Leonard. You were a poet, spiritual master, a sex god and great performer. You will be deeply missed.

“The Future”

Give me back my broken night 
my mirrored room, my secret life 
it’s lonely here, 
there’s no one left to torture 
Give me absolute control 
over every living soul 
And lie beside me, baby, 
that’s an order! 
Give me crack and anal sex 
Take the only tree that’s left 
and stuff it up the hole 
in your culture 
Give me back the Berlin wall 
give me Stalin and St Paul 
I’ve seen the future, brother: 
it is murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions 
Won’t be nothing 
Nothing you can measure anymore 
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world 
has crossed the threshold 
and it has overturned 
the order of the soul 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 

You don’t know me from the wind 
you never will, you never did 
I’m the little jew 
who wrote the Bible 
I’ve seen the nations rise and fall 
I’ve heard their stories, heard them all 
but love’s the only engine of survival 
Your servant here, he has been told 
to say it clear, to say it cold: 
It’s over, it ain’t going 
any further 
And now the wheels of heaven stop 
you feel the devil’s riding crop 
Get ready for the future: 
it is murder 

Things are going to slide … 

There’ll be the breaking of the ancient 
western code 
Your private life will suddenly explode 
There’ll be phantoms 
There’ll be fires on the road 
and the white man dancing 
You’ll see a woman 
hanging upside down 
her features covered by her fallen gown 
and all the lousy little poets 
coming round 
tryin’ to sound like Charlie Manson 
and the white man dancin’ 

Give me back the Berlin wall 
Give me Stalin and St Paul 
Give me Christ 
or give me Hiroshima 
Destroy another fetus now 
We don’t like children anyhow 
I’ve seen the future, baby: 
it is murder 

Things are going to slide … 

When they said REPENT REPENT …