#tower #poetrymatters @TheSpineView
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song
I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
Oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song
I was born like this, I had no choice
bailedI‘m really not vibing with the art style here, and for someone who had such a interesting life both in his life choices and in his inner life, I‘m finding this account of him desperately dry. I actually got way more out of the Netflix documentary I saw on Hallelujah last year. Maybe I‘ll stumble onto a biography I do vibe with at some point, I know there are more out there…
I was at Mont Royal cemetery in Montreal to visit my grandparents‘ graves and decided to take a small side trip to see Leonard Cohen‘s final resting place.
I had the great fortune to see him live in concert twice. The performances were unforgettable.
#DivineDecember Day 15: Shaped like a #Candle giving light this one is. 💕
We also started watching “Three Pines”. It‘s all very Québécois. ????
pickBefore even beginning his iconic music career Leonard Cohen was a successful poet and novelist. It was really cool to get to appreciate some of the differences and similarities between his poetry and lyric writing. #Scarathlon2022 #TeamMonsterMash @StayCurious #Spookoween2022 @TheSpineView #31by31 @Catsandbooks #PointsAThon @dieareader @GHABI4ROSES #OutstandingOctober @andrew65
They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song
3mo
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song
I see you standing on the other side
I don't know how the river got so wide
I loved you baby, way back when
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed 3mo
Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song
3mo
I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song 3mo