Footsteps

Posted on Monday April 21st 2008 at 07:35 PM

Don’t even think about reachin’ me
I won’t be home
Don’t even think about stoppin’ by
Don’t think of me at all
I did, what I had to do
If there was a reason, it was you…

Don’t even think about gettin’ inside
Voices in my head, voices
I got scratches, all over my arms
One for each day, since I fell apart
I did, what I had to do
If there was a reason, it was you…

Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you
Pictures on my chest, it was you
It was you…

I did, what I had to do
And if there was a reason
Oh, there wasn’t no reason, no
And if, there’s something you’d like to do
Just let me continue, to blame you

Footsteps in the hall, it was you, you
Pictures on my chest, it was you, you

Pegasus Glue Factory

Posted on Sunday April 20th 2008 at 11:35 PM

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‘Tis a sad day for everyone
Dopey gave up
His doomed ship apocalypse
Absorbed in his hand
Of 20,000 rivers of oil slicks and blood
And infinitely gnawing
Fingers to the bone

Please don’t go
Let’s go down below
Re-think things

I’ve got a broken heart
Passion and all the rest
Unfortunately so
I do my best
Pretty nice by your account
Give it to me anyway
Orville’s fucking nightmare
The dead career update

To taking us back to the memory:
The cyclops swallowing passwords
His prop-eye seeking a last verse
(but there won’t be one)

I Am A Scientist

Posted on Saturday March 22nd 2008 at 01:36 AM

I am a scientist - I seek to understand me
All of my impurities and evils yet unknown
I am a journalist - I write to you to show you
I am an incurable
And nothing else behaves like me

And I know whats right
But Im losing sight
Of the clues for which I search and choose
To abuse
To just unlock my mind
Yeah, and just unlock my mind

I am a pharmacist
Prescriptions I will fill you
Potions, pills and medicines
To ease your painful lives
I am a lost soul
I shoot myself with rock & roll
The hole I dig is bottomless
But nothing else can set me free

And I know whats right
But Im losing sight
Of the clues for which I search and choose
To abuse
To just unlock my mind
Yeah, and just unlock my mind

I am a scientist - I seek to understand me
I am an incurable and nothing else behaves like me

Everything is right
Everything works out right
Everything fades from sight
Because thats alright with me

Just Like Heaven

Posted on Monday March 10th 2008 at 10:45 PM

Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick
The one that makes me scream” she said
“The one that makes me laugh” she said
And threw her arms around my neck
“Show me how you do it
And I promise you I promise that
I’ll run away with you
I’ll run away with you”

Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
“Why are you so far away?” she said
“Why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you
That I’m in love with you”

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You’re just like a dream

Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me

You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven

Courtesans

Posted on Thursday February 14th 2008 at 12:30 AM

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Well courtesans
Shed no tears
When you leave them high and dry
They just go on, they just go on
To the next guy

‘Cause courtesans
Only want
Compensation for their time
A few kind words, a few kind words
They need not rhyme

A sable coat, maybe a hat,
How I wish I could be like that
But courtesans
Are not like me
They won’t take love very hard
Their hearts are free, their hearts are free
How avant garde

If no one loves them when they’re old
They’ll sit and count their chains of gold
You say you’ll love them ’til they die
And they don’t care if it’s a lie

‘Cause courtesans
Don’t believe
In anybody but themselves
And Santa Claus, and Santa Claus
And his twelve elves

Teachers

Posted on Thursday January 31st 2008 at 01:12 AM

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I met a woman long ago
her hair the black that black can go,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered no.

I met a girl across the sea,
her hair the gold that gold can be,
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee.

I met a man who lost his mind
in some lost place I had to find,
follow me the wise man said,
but he walked behind.

I walked into a hospital
where none was sick and none was well,
when at night the nurses left
I could not walk at all.

Morning came and then came noon,
dinner time a scalpel blade
lay beside my silver spoon.

Some girls wander by mistake
into the mess that scalpels make.
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to break.

One morning I woke up alone,
the hospital and the nurses gone.
Have I carved enough my Lord?
Child, you are a bone.

I ate and ate and ate,
no I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
We’ll take it out in hate.

I spent my hatred everyplace,
on every work on every face,
someone gave me wishes
and I wished for an embrace.

Several girls embraced me, then
I was embraced by men,
Is my passion perfect?
No, do it once again.

I was handsome I was strong,
I knew the words of every song.
Did my singing please you?
No, the words you sang were wrong.

Who is it whom I address,
who takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest.

Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one.
They laughed and laughed and said, Well child,
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?
are your lessons done?

Graceland

Posted on Thursday January 31st 2008 at 12:24 AM

Perhaps one of the finest songs ever written, with the possible exception of Diamonds on the Souls of Her Shoes.
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The Mississippi Delta was shining
Like a national guitar
I am following the river
Down the highway
Through the cradle of the civil war
I’m going to Graceland, Graceland
In Memphis, Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to graceland
My travelling companion is nine years old
He is the child of my first marriage
But I’ve reason to believe
We both will be received
In Graceland

She comes back to tell me she’s gone
As if I didn’t know that
As if I didn’t know my own bed
As if I’d never noticed
The way she brushed her hair from her forehead
And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow

I’m going to Graceland
Memphis, Tennessee
I’m going to Graceland
Poor boys and pilgrims with families
And we are going to Graceland
And my travelling companions
Are ghosts and empty sockets
I’m looking at ghosts and empties
But I’ve reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

There is a girl in New York City
Who calls herself the human trampoline
And sometimes when I’m falling, flying
Or tumbling in turmoil I say
Oh so this is what she means
She means we’re bouncing into Graceland
And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everbody feels the wind blow
In Graceland, in Graceland
I’m going to Graceland
For reasons I cannot explain
There’s some part of me wants to see Graceland
And I may be obliged to defend
Every love, every ending
Or maybe there’s no obligations now
Maybe I’ve got a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland.

Famous Blue Raincoat (Revisited)

Posted on Saturday January 26th 2008 at 11:49 PM

I posted the lyrics to this a long time ago….

Leonard Cohen will be inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on March 10, 2008 for his status among the “highest and most influential echelon of songwriters.”

He certainly deserves it.

On January 13, 2008, Cohen quietly announced to fans a long-anticipated concert tour. The tour, Cohen’s first in 15 years, will begin in May 2008 and encompass the US, Canada and Europe.