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2012-08-12 Leonard Cohen, Gent: I can’t forget



 

LEONARD COHEN LYRICS

 

“I Can’t Forget

 

I stumbled out of bed 
I got ready for the struggle 
I smoked a cigarette 
And I tightened up my gut 
I said this can’t be me 
Must be my double 
And I can’t forget, I can’t forget 
I can’t forget but I don’t remember what 
I’m burning up the road 
I’m heading down to Phoenix 
I got this old address 
Of someone that I knew 
It was high and fine and free 
Ah, you should have seen us 
And I can’t forget, I can’t forget 
I can’t forget but I don’t remember who 

I’ll be there today 
With a big bouquet of cactus 
I got this rig that runs on memories 
And I promise, cross my heart, 
They’ll never catch us 
But if they do, just tell them it was me 

Yeah I loved you all my life 
And that’s how I want to end it 
The summer’s almost gone 
The winter’s tuning up 
Yeah, the summer’s gone 
But a lot goes on forever 
And I can’t forget, I can’t forget 
I can’t forget but I don’t remember what

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PORTLAND “Joan of Arc” tour debut, Leonard Cohen with Hattie Webb, Nov 11.12 Rose Garden Arena


Published on Nov 12, 2012

Leonard Cohen performed a tour debut of “Joan of Arc” featuring an exquisite duet with Hattie Webb of the Webb Sisters backing singers. (Portland, OR at the Rose Garden Arena, Non 11.12). Leonard Cohen and the band all wore Poppies to commemorate Remembrance Day (Armistice Day)
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Leonard Cohen – Joan Of Arc Lyrics
Songwriters: WEBB, RICHARD / COHEN, DAVID JONATHAN / NORRIS, CAROLINE

 

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armour bright,
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, “i’m tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite.”

Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way,
You know I’ve watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.
“and who are you? ” she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
“why, I’m fire,” he replied,
“and I love your solitude, I love your pride.”

“then fire, make your body cold,
I’m going to give you mine to hold,”
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

 

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Leonard Cohen London 2009 live – If it be your will



Leonard Cohen London 2009 live – If it be your will

Lyrics: 

If it be your will 
That I speak no more 
And my voice be still 
As it was before 
I will speak no more 
I shall abide until 
I am spoken for 
If it be your will 
If it be your will 
That a voice be true 
From this broken hill 
I will sing to you 
From this broken hill 
All your praises they shall ring 
If it be your will 
To let me sing 
From this broken hill 
All your praises they shall ring 
If it be your will 
To let me sing 

If it be your will 
If there is a choice 
Let the rivers fill 
Let the hills rejoice 
Let your mercy spill 
On all these burning hearts in hell 
If it be your will 
To make us well 

And draw us near 
And bind us tight 
All your children here 
In their rags of light 
In our rags of light 
All dressed to kill 
And end this night 
If it be your will 

If it be your will

 

Leonard Cohen – Anthem (with lyrics): “…The Holy Dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free…”


There is a crack in everything....that's how the light gets in! (Leonard Cohen_ANthem))

LEONARD COHEN LYRICS

“Anthem”

The birds they sang 
at the break of day 
Start again 
I heard them say 
Don’t dwell on what 
has passed away 
or what is yet to be. 
Ah the wars they will 
be fought again 
The holy dove 
She will be caught again 
bought and sold 
and bought again 
the dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in. We asked for signs 
the signs were sent: 
the birth betrayed 
the marriage spent 
Yeah the widowhood 
of every government — 
signs for all to see. I can’t run no more 
with that lawless crowd 
while the killers in high places 
say their prayers out loud. 
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up 
a thundercloud 
and they’re going to hear from me. 

Ring the bells that still can ring … 

You can add up the parts 
but you won’t have the sum 
You can strike up the march, 
there is no drum 
Every heart, every heart 
to love will come 
but like a refugee. 

Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack, a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in. 

Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack, a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in. 
That’s how the light gets in. 
That’s how the light gets in.

 

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LEONARD COHEN : Story of Isaac (“A scheme is not a vision And you never have been tempted By a demon or a god.”)


LEONARD COHEN : Story of Isaac


Songwriters: COHEN, LEONARD
The door it opened slowly, 
My father he came in, 
I was nine years old. 
And he stood so tall above me, 
His blue eyes they were shining 
And his voice was very cold. 
He said, “I’ve had a vision 
And you know I’m strong and holy, 
I must do what I’ve been told.” 
So he started up the mountain, 
I was running, he was walking, 
And his axe was made of gold. 

Well, the trees they got much smaller, 
The lake a lady’s mirror, 
We stopped to drink some wine. 
Then he threw the bottle over. 
Broke a minute later 
And he put his hand on mine. 
Thought I saw an eagle 
But it might have been a vulture, 
I never could decide. 
Then my father built an altar, 
He looked once behind his shoulder, 
He knew I would not hide. 

You who build these altars now 
To sacrifice these children, 
You must not do it anymore. 
A scheme is not a vision 
And you never have been tempted 
By a demon or a god. 
You who stand above them now, 
Your hatchets blunt and bloody, 
You were not there before, 
When I lay upon a mountain 
And my father’s hand was trembling 
With the beauty of the world. 

And if you call me brother now, 
Forgive me if I inquire, 
“Just according to whose plan?” 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will kill you if I must, 
I will help you if I can. 
When it all comes down to dust 
I will help you if I must, 
I will kill you if I can. 
And mercy on our uniform, 
Man of peace or man of war
The peacock spreads his fan.