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I heard of a saint who had loved you
So I studied all night in his school
He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule
And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure
He drowned himself in the pool
His body is gone, but back here on the lawn
His spirit continues to drool

One of us cannot be wrong

Leonard Cohen

And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

“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“
Remembering Leonard Cohen on his birthday.

Lyrically adept and musically masterful. Everybody talks about the words but I reckon Bob Dylan nailed it: with Leonard it was always about the melodies. In fact, I‘ll confess: sometimes the lyrics make me cringe. ‘Her nipples rose like bread‘ - I mean, c‘mon....But those tunes: wonderful from beginning to end. Beyond the end, in fact, as this posthumous release makes clear. The words ain‘t bad either.