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Tekst: Lord Byron (1788-1824)
Glazba: Leonard Cohen


So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.


Producirala, aranžirala i izvela Sharon Robinson
Vokali: Leonard Cohen i Sharon Robinson
Tenor saksofon: Bob Sheppard

(c) 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)

Tekst i glazba: Leonard Cohen


Because of a few songs
Wherein I spoke of their mystery,
Women have been
Exceptionally kind
to my old age.
They make a secret place
In their busy lives
And they take me there.
They become naked
In their different ways
and they say,
"Look at me, Leonard
Look at me one last time."
Then they bend over the bed
And cover me up
Like a baby that is shivering.


Producentica: Leanne Ungar
Aranžirao i izveo Leonard Cohen
Prateće vokale aranžirala i izvela Anjani Thomas

(c) 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)

This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.

We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.

The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.

Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.

Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.


Producentica: Leanne Ungar
Vokal: Leonard Cohen
Prateće vokale aranžirala i izvela Anjani Thomas

(c) 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI) and Estate of F. R. Scott

Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
when you glinted in every eye the held-high razor,
shivering every ram and son?

And now the silent looney-bin,
where the shadows live in the rafters
like day-weary bats,
until the turning mind, a radar signal,
lures them to exaggerate mountain-size
on the white stone wall
your tiny limp.

How can I leave you in such a house?
Are there no more saints and wizards
to praise their ways with pupils,
no more evil to stun with the slap
of a wet red tongue?

Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
and rest because he had finally come?

Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this dark roof
as fearlessly as an honoured son
enters his father’s house.


Tekst je istoimena pjesma iz zbirke The Spice-Box Of Earth, 1961
Producentica: Leanne Ungar
Aranžirao i izveo: Leonard Cohen

(c) 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)

Napisali Redd Steward i Pee Wee King
Dodatna strofa: Leonard Cohen
Snimljeno uživo na turneji 1985.


I was dancing with my darlin’
to the Tennessee Waltz
When an old friend I happened to see
Introduced him to my loved one
and while they were waltzing
My friend stole my sweetheart from me.
I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz
Now I know just how much I have lost
Yes I lost my little darlin’
The night they were playing
The beautiful Tennessee Waltz.
She comes dancing through the darkness
To the Tennessee Waltz
And I feel like I’m falling apart
And it’s stronger than drink
And it’s deeper than sorrow
This darkness she’s left in my heart.


Producent: Leonard Cohen (1985)
Vokal: Leonard Cohen
Klavir, vokal: Anjani Thomas
Električna gitara, vokal: Mitch Watkins
Steel gitara, vokal: Ron Getman
Bas, vokal: John Crowder
Bubnjevi: Richard Crooks

(c) 1948 Sony/ATV Songs LLC (BMI)


Other Credits
Design: Michael Petit
Drawings: Leonard Cohen
Mastering: Stephen Marcussen, Marcussen Mastering, Hollywood
Photos
L.C. with coffee cup: Anjani Thomas
L.C. under father's portrait: Tina Tyrell
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