Copacabana

Like a bird on a wire

My friend Lord Somber hates when people post what they're currently listening to, reading, watching, pluggin, etc. In the interest of annoying him, I revisited my Leonard Cohen greatest hits CD recently and was reminded why I listened to it for almost a year nonstop. He's a master; the British apparently think he's depressing (and he is) but in that really bittersweet way. As usual, a few lyrics:

Oh, you've seen that man before/
his golden arm dispatching cards/
but now it's rusted from the elbow to the finger/
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter/
Yes, he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter/
You hate to watch another tired man/
lay down his hand/
like he was giving up the holy game of poker/

~The Stranger Song

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof/
You saw her bathing on the roof/
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya/
She tied you to her kitchen chair/
She broke your throne, she cut your hair/
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah/

~Hallelujah

posted by Lola @ 10:50 AM