Cohen Knows...

He’s touched your perfect body with his mind

Wonder what the weather in the desert is like right now...
I'm just hanging out with my friends, getting drunk, talking about showbiz… Now I’m listening to Leonard Cohen and smoking cigarettes, drinking whiskey… Sweeping up the Jokers… He gets into me like few else – I could listen to Leonard Cohen all night long and I might… I might…

He wants to trade the game he knows for shelter…

Is it like this for anyone but me? Tell me if you know what I’m talking about. I see it all so clearly, it’s all right there. It makes perfect sense to me. Chaos is the natural state. The more we try to impose normality on the human existence, the weirder we get. It’s just the way it is. We so want to pretend we’re so very witty and important like so many before us. They will not remember you. You will eventually be forgotten and that’s the natural state of things. Don’t worry about fighting it. To die is to die. Do what you have to do while you’re here. Once you’re dead, you won’t care.

MG is sleeping soundly on clean sheets and

It’s 4 in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold but I like where I’m living
There's music on Clinton St.
All through the evening
And I hear that you're building
Your little house
Deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now
I hope you’re keeping some kind of record

Yes, and Jane came by
With a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you
You looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat
Was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station
To meet every train and
You came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman
To a flake of your life
And when she came back
She was nobody’s wife

Well, I see you
There with a rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
And I see Jane’s awake
She sends her regards

And what can I tell you,
My brother,
My killer;
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way

If you ever come by here
For Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping
And his woman is free
Yes, and thanks
For the trouble you took
From her eyes
I thought it was there
For good
So I never tried

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely,
L. Cohen
Famous Blue Raincoat


I remember you well
In the Chelsea Hotel
You were talking
So brave and so sweet
Giving me head
On the unmade bed
While the limousines
Wait in the street
Those were the reasons
And that was New York
We were running
For the money and the flesh
And that was called love
For the workers in song
Probably still is
For those of them left

And ah but you got away
Didn’t you babe
You just turned your back
On the crowd
And you got away
I never once heard you say
I need you
I don’t need you
I need you
I don’t need you
And all of that jiving around

I remember you well
In the Chelsea Hotel
You were famous
Your heart was a legend
You told me again
You preferred handsome men
But for me you would
Make an exception
And clenching your fist
For the ones like us
Who are oppressed
By the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself
You said well nevermind
We are ugly
But we have the music

And then you got away
Didn’t you baby
You just turned your back
On the crowd
You got away
I never once heard you say
I need you
I don’t need you
I need you
I don’t need you
And all of that jiving around

I don’t mean to suggest
That I loved you the best
I can’t keep track of each falling rock
I remember you well
In the Chelsea Hotel
That’s all
I don’t think of you that often
Chelsea Hotel #2