Leonard Cohen "Tower of Song"

Dlaczego wklejam Leonarda Cohena?
Właśnie czytam jego biografię autorstwa Alberto Manzano. W samochodzie na okrągło słucham koncertu z którego pochodzi zamieszczony niżej fragment. Z komputera sączą się piosenki z "Songs from the road".
Po raz pierwszy dowiedziałem się o istnieniu Cohena około roku 1984 i w ciągu 27 kolejnych lat nie znika z mojej świadomości fascynacja jego sposobem myślenia a jeszcze bardziej umiejętnością dobierania słów.


Weźmy pierwsze wersy "Tower of song":

My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in the places where I used to play.

Nie mogę sobie wyobrazić trafniejszego pomysłu na zwięzłe opisane dojrzałości.


Innym emocjonującym momentem jest reakcja publiczności na słowa

I was born like this, I had no choice.
I was born with the gift of a golden voice

 Pojawia się natychmiast gęsia skórka a na koniec dostajemy w prezencie objawienie Wielkiej Tajemnicy.

Lubię mnóstwo starszych wierszy i piosenek Leonarda Cohena, ale ta z każdym przesłuchaniem wydaje mi się lepsza i piękniejsza. Podobnie jak sam Autor.





TOWER OF SONG
Leonard Cohen


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,
a hundred floors above me in the tower of song.


I was born like this, I had no choice.
I was born with the gift of a golden voice,
and twenty-seven angels from the great beyond,
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.
They don't let a woman kill you not in the tower of song.


Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure:
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor,
and there's a mighty judgement 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, I loved you way back when -
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed,
but I feel so close to everything that we lost-
We'll never, we’ll never have to lose it again.


So 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 my window in the tower of song.


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.