Month: June 2007

melancholic

Its four in the morning, the end of december
Im writing you now just to see if youre better
New york is cold, but I like where Im living
Theres music on clinton street all through the evening.

I hear that youre building your little house deep in the desert
Youre living for nothing now, I hope youre 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
Youd 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 nobodys wife.

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see janes 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
Im glad you stood in my way.

If you ever come by here, for jane or for me
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,Leonard Cohen

I am depressed and slightly hung over


HATS


80ies

“
Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold

I hold a mirror to my face
There are some lines that I could trace
To memories of loving you
A passion that breaks reason in two

I – I – I have to think and – I have to think and stop me now
If reminices make you frown
One thinks of what one hoped to be
And then faces reality

I wonder who started all this
Was God in love and gave a kiss
To someone who later betrayed
And God less love sent us away?

Sometimes I wonder who am I
Who made the trees – who made the sky
Who made the storms – who made heartbreak?
I wonder how much life I can take

I see at last a future self
Were you alive I’d ask your help
But thinking puts me in a daze
And thinking never helped me anyway

You always were so negative
You never saw the positive
You always stand upon the edge
And dream of what it must be to be dead

I know I like to dream a lot
And think of other worlds that are not
I hate that I need air to breathe
I’d like to leave this body – and be free

You’d like to float like a mystic child
You’d like to kiss an angel on the brow
You’d love to solve the mistery of live
By cutting someone’s throat or removing their heart
You’d like to see it beat
You’d like to hold your eyes
And though you know I’m dead
You’d like to hold my thighs

If it’s wrong to think on this
To hold the dead past – to hold the dead past in your fist
Why were we – why were we given memories?
Let’s lose our minds
Be set free!

Sometimes I wonder who am I
The world seeming to pass me by
A younger man now getting old
I have to wonder what the rest of life will hold

I wonder
I wonder who started all this – ooh
Was God in love and gave a kiss
To someone who later betrayed
And God less love sent us away
“

Lopu Reed – “Who Am I?”

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