A moment of Cohen

Today I don't have much to offer you. It's been an uneventful day, mostly spent in the car looking for cars which if you've ever been looking for a good second hand vehicle, know is extremely tiring and confusing.
A moment of Cohen
So my brain is fried. Tonight I will instead leave you with a song. Heard this today for the first time, it's a Leonard Cohen. The actual melody and arrangement is in my ears not the best, but the lyrics, mm...

We all go through a Leonard Cohen phase in our lives, the kind of period where melancholy is the predominant feeling. When we were sitting staring out the window contemplating extistence, chain smoking Gauloises feeling very Parisian about ourselves and life...I haven't had a time like that in a long time but today as I happened upon Leonard again, I realised that I although I don't embody the full version of the Leonard Cohen melancholy anymore, I do have 'Mini Cohen' moments every day. Usually happens when when I'm tired and spent, like now. Sometimes these moments inspire writing, but this evening all I can do is listen so I leave the floor to Leonard and will let him do the talking. Enjoy.


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?


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