Sunday, September 27, 2009

So long, Marianne

by Leonard Cohen.

I already wrote before, Leonard Cohen's songs always seems to me as they were written from within my head.

Lately I feel like I am not really sure where I am and where am I going. A lot of feelings and emotions mix up together and I feel a bit lost. But as the time pass, I feel like I understand more and I feel much stronger. And when I'm listening to Leonard Cohen I actually feel, in some of the songs, like this is exactly what his lyrics are about.

In addition, Leonard's songs, and even just his voice, connects so strongly for me to New York, where I'm now, 2 years after I left it and made a huge switch in my life.

On top of it all, Leonard Cohen just performed in Israel few days ago while was here in New York, and he is coming to perform in New York 10 days after I'm back in Israel.

And this particular song just touches all those issues I'm dealing with.



Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm.
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
before I let you take me home.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

For now I need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!

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