Here's the list of songs which Leonard (co)wrote, but weren't issued on any of his albums.


Priests
God Is Alive, Magic Is Afoot
The Arms Of Regina
Guerrero
Anthem Of The Broken Hearted
Everybody’s Child
Store Room
Do I Have To Dance All Night?
Misty Blue
Billy Sunday, or The Blues By The Jews
Thirsty For The Kiss
Summertime
Song Of Bernadette
Wither Thou Goest
Way Down Deep
It Just Feels

Priests

And who will write love songs for you When I am lord at last And your body is some little highway shrine That all my priests have passed That all my priests have passed? My priests they will put flowers there They will stand before the glass But they'll wear away your little window, love They will trample on the grass They will trample on the grass. And who will aim the arrow That men will follow through your grace When I am lord of memory And all your armour has turned to lace And all your armour has turned to lace? The simple life of heroes And the twisted life of saints They just confuse the sunny calendar With their red and golden paints With their red and golden paints. And all of you have seen the dance That God has kept from me But he has seen me watching you When all your minds were free When all your minds were free. And who will write love songs for you ... My priests they will put flowers there ...

God is Alive, Magic is A Foot

God is alive, magic is afoot God is alive, magic is afoot God is alive, magic is afoot God is afoot, magic is alive Alive is afoot, magic never died God never sickened Many poor men lied Many sick men lied Magic never weakened Magic never hid Magic always ruled God is afoot, God never died God was ruler Though his funeral lengthened Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled Though his shrouds were hoisted The naked God did live Though his words were twisted The naked magic thrived Though his death was published Round and round the world The heart did not believe Many hurt men wondered Many struck men bled Magic never faltered Magic always lead Many stones were rolled But God would not lie down Many wild men lied Many fat men listened Though they offered stones Magic still was fed Though they locked their coffers God was always served Magic is afoot, God is alive Alive is afoot Alive is in command Many weak men hungered Many strong men thrived Though they boast of solitude God was at their side Nor the dreamer in his cell Nor the captain on the hill Magic is alive Though his death was pardoned Round and round the world The heart would not believe Though laws were carved in marble They could not shelter men Though altars built in parliaments They could not order men Police arrested magic and magic went with them Mmmmm.... for magic loves the hungry But magic would not tarry It moves from arm to arm It would not stay with them Magic is afoot It cannot come to harm It rests in an empty palm It spawns in an empty mind But magic is no instrument Magic is the end Many men drove magic But magic stayed behind Many strong men lied They only passed through magic And out the other side Many weak men lied They came to God in secret And though they left Him nourished They would not tell who healed Though mountains danced before them They said that God was dead Though his shrouds were hoisted The naked God did live This I mean to whisper to my mind This I mean to laugh within my mind This I mean my mind to serve Til' service is but magic Moving through the world And mind itself is magic Coursing through the flesh And flesh itself is magic Dancing on a clock And time itself The magic length of God God is alive, magic is afoot . . .

The Arms of Regina

This transcription is an improvisation! And the Holston river sparkles in the moonlight And the Holston river [door slams] rushes to the sea. Well the British (?) mountain towers o'r the valley Still the arms of Regina reach for me. Ten years ago i tried to save the president (?) [hummm humm...] [ta da da da ta da da da da run (?????)] [ah ?? ???? ??? ???? the arms of Regina] And on her robe I could not tell a lie [?] I've worked and slaved to be a rock mount [???][spanish ship?] And the Brushy Mountain (p)imitates your eee[??] Now I'm a going back to see Regina and a [?????] (we need you) [?????] ...memory Still the Holston valley sparkles in the moonlight (sunlight) Still the Holston river rushes to the sea Still the Planeish(?) mountain towers o'r the valley Still the arms of Regina reach for me. (let's do that once again) Still the Holston valley sparkles in the moon light Still the Holston river rushes through the sea Still the Plainish mountain towers o'r the valley Still the arms of Regina reach for me Still the arms of Regina reach for me... (let's get out of here...) Let's get out of this place (hum hum hum), What are we...

Guerrero

extremely uncertain transcription The lady sounded ghostly in Gerrero, When I was runnin' smoke across the lines [lights?] She let me love her till I was a failure. Her beauty on my bruise like iodine. When I was weak enough to learn her methods, I said "will I be punished for my crime?" She said "there is a table set in heaven, But I don't like to eat there all the time." She pulled away the mask Of the madonna, She pulled away the mask (tear) Of her thighs. She couldn't find herself. [?] And never will Until I should be screwin her last disguise. And I was with her when there was no ocean. Oh when there was no rules to spill the tides. It only took of the wild imagination To lay us in Guerrero side by side She pulled away the mask Of her madonna She pulled away the mask (tear) Of her thighs. She couldn't find herself, And never will, Untill I should exhaust her last disguise. And I was with her when there was no ocean. When there was no blues to spill the tides. Well long before the wild imagination, To lay us in Guerrero side by side. To lay us in Guerrero side by side.

Everybody's Child

Yes I remember the promise That you made in the bar When the kittens was born And you could not keep warm You moved away to a mountain The sun rose behind You said yourself a prayer That you laid down on the blind You lost them in your freedom, You need 'em now you're wild Blessed is the memory Of everybody's child. And the vow of compassion That ya swore through your teeth When the war began to end And the little brown photographs weep Nobody beleive it only But as the train pulls away With its cargo of folly Sold as German paperweights Costing you your freedom, Even now you're wild Blessed is the memory Of everybody's child   do do do do   do do   do do do do Well it's four in the morning And there's no one at home Except for your wife And your little baby on the phone Ah, somebody's gotta listen To a promise or two This room is far too small For a pilgrim like you They're offering you your freedom, Yeah you need 'em now - you're wild Blessed is the memory Of everybody's child. ~~ Ah, but now that you've decided To follow the sun, Like a shadow of waiting there Or a king on the run Your chains are too tight For these seas you must swim. You're smiling at the seaweed, But your smile is much too grim. Costing you your freedom, yeah, Even now you're wild, But blessed is the memory Of eveybody's child

Summertime

Written by Leonard Cohen and Sharon Robinson Recorded by Diana Ross, Red hot rhythm and blues, USA 1987, and Roberta Flack, Set the night to music, USA 1991. Summertime when will you come? I wanna put my light things on I wanna put my winter life away Summertime I need a sunny day I want those peaches on the table Want the watermelon red And the warm sun crepping through the window To ease the outer pain I want the sand out there to lie on And the sea out there to swim So my heart can take a holiday From breaking over here Summertime when will you come? I wanna put my light things on Wanna put my winter life away Summertime I need a sunny day And I wanna it dry forever Wanna roll those windows down Get the breeze back on my body Get my feet back on the ground I want the sand out there to lie on And the sea out there to swim So my heart can take a holiday From breaking over here Summertime when will you come? I wanna put my light things on I wanna put my winter life away Summertime I need a sunny day

Store Room

Ça c'est une nouvelle chanson, c'est Store Room, Store Room... Dépôt? Quelque chose comme ça. The place where everything comes from, One, ...Storeroom.... One, Two, Three, Four ... I love you Without really caring Whom you love: Yeah my hands below the belt; Or my hands above; In the arms of other men; Or in my bed again. Just a man Taking What he needs From the storeroom. Oh, I love to see you sitting there upon your golden throne. Your little preachers All around you Being born. And your prophet, straight and tall, To undermine it all. Just a man Taking What he needs From your storeroom, Storeroom! Yeah ol' Shakespeare - he said it all, And he said no more. And he left me Feeling just like A two bit whore. Well the silence - It broke my heart; 'Till I Spread my legs apart. Just a man Taking What he needs From the storeroom, Storeroom! Oh, my love, let us continue what has been begun - Praying for: The mother and the father, The daughter and the son. But should one refuse to come, no, {'count notes'??} It does not subtract the sum. Just a man Taking What he needs From the storeroom, Storeroom, StoreRoom, STOREROOM! It's not a wind That keeps you up, It's not the snow, It's not the moon - Coming like a headlight Through your window; It's not the thumbnail on the screen That scrapes away your dream; It's just a man Taking What he needs From the storeroom, storeroom, Storeroom! And the news of all these burning towns - you don't Really mind - Just a spool that you turn, And you turn - And he won't unwind. You know these wars - that you did not start - They do not tear your sleep apart - Just a man Taking What he needs From the storeroom, Storeroom, STOREROOM! I loved you, without really caring Who it is you love: My hands below the belt; Or my hands above; In the arms of other men; Or in my bed again. He's just a man Taking What he needs From the storeroom, Storeroom. ahh....

Do I Have To Dance All Night?

I'm forty-one. The moon is full. You make love very well. You touch me like I touch myself. I like you, mademoiselle. You're so fresh and you're so new. I do enjoy you, miss. There's nothing I would rather do Than move around just like this. But do I have to dance all night? Do I have to dance all night? Oh tell me - bird of paradise, Do I have to dance all night? You never have to tell me what It is you really think of me, alright. Let's say I'm doing fine, But do I have to dance all the night? But do I have to dance all night? But do I have to dance all night? Ooh tell me Bird of Paradise, Do I have to dance all night? I learned this step awhile ago. I had to practice it while everybody slept. I waited half my life for you, you know. I didn't even think that you'd accept. And here you are before me in the flesh, saying "yes, Yes, - YES!" But do I have to dance all night? Do I have to dance all night? Come on, tell me, - Bird of Paradise, Do I have to dance all night? I learned this step awhile ago. I had to practice it while everybody slept. I waited half my life for you, you to know, I never really thought that you'd accept. And here you are before me in the flesh, saying "yes, Yes, -- YEAH..!" - Come on now... But do I have to dance all night? Do I have to dance all night? Oh tell me Bird of Paradise, Do I have to dance all night?

Misty Blue

Oh but it's been such a long, long time. Thought I'd got you off my mind. Looks like I can't, just the thought of you turns my whole world a misty blue. Just the mention of your name fans the flicker to a flame. I can't forget the things we used to do. My whole world turns misty blue. You know I should forget you I really should, and heaven knows that I tried. But when I told you, when I said that we were through deep in my heart I lied Baby, oh what a long, long time. Thought I'd get you off my mind. Oh but I can't, just the thought of you turns my world misty blue And the very mention of your name fans the flicker to a flame. I think of things we used to do, my whole world turns misty blue.

Billy Sunday

as sung in 1979 in Brighton My name is Billy Sunday I speak in the name of God. They call me Billy Sunday I speak in the name of God And God is always angry Just in case you think He's not He's angry at your body For reasons that are His He doesn't like your body According to reasons that are only His I'd like you to know He's very very angry But that's just the way He is He's angry at the spirit That is turned away from Him He's angry at the spirit That's turned away from Him If He ever gets His Hands on it He's gonna tear it limb from limb They call me Billy Sunday I speak in the name of God They call me Billy Sunday I speak in the name of God And God is always angry Just in case you think He's not He's angry at the universe He drives him up the wall I could say for a fact He's not pleased with this universe He drives him up the wall He's sorry that He ever thought of you and me at all He1s angry when you're dying And He's angry when you're dead And you're always one or the other He1s angry when you1re dying And He's angry when you1re dead And He's furious at me For everything I've ever said If you feel His anger some night Let's say in a Motel room at three a.m. If you feel His awesome anger In your Hotel room let's say at three a.m. It turns out that He's still very angry That you took so long to be afraid of Him They call me Billy Sunday I speak in the name of God They call me Billy Sunday I speak in the name of God I came here to tell you that God is always angry Just in case you think He's not If you fall asleep some night Which everybody does If you have the nerve to go to sleep one tired night Which most everybody does And you happen to have some silly dream To Him it's very serious. And if some lonely night you ask yourself Where all the pretty girls are gone ? Some night you're gonna ask yourself where where Where are those pretty girls gone Then He blows away the little scraps of paper That they write their names and numbers on Then you find that you get down on your knees And you want to renounce for all time a woman's sweet caress You have some vocation that makes you kneel down And renounce for eternity a woman's sweet caress Then He causes you do touch yourself As soon as you undress They call me Billy Sunday I speak in the name of God They call me Billy Sunday I speak in the name of God And God is always angry Just in case you think He's not

Thirsty For The Kiss

early Heart With No Companion performed in London, 1979, and Melbourne, 1980 Oh my love, you are the shadow. I go stumbling through tonight. And our love, just smoke and ashes Of a flame that once burned bright. Do not go! I cannot follow! I'm so thirsty for the kiss. Ah that does not end in sorrow And a thirstiness like this. Now I sing this for the captain Who's ship was never built For the mother in confusion Who's wound cannot be fixed. For the heart with no companion, For the soul without a key. For the prima ballerina, Who cannot dance to anything. For the heart with no companion, For the soul without a key. For the prima ballerina Who cannot dance to anything. La da dada dada dadada Da dadada dada dadada La da dada dada dadada Da dadada dada dadada Oh do not go! I cannot follow! I'm so thirsty for the kiss. Don't either does not end in sorrow, And a thirsting for your kiss. La da da da...

Song of Bernadette

Written by Leonard Cohen and Jennifer Warnes Recorded by Jennifer Warnes in 1986 on her album "Famous Blue Raincoat", and later also by Christine Andreas, Arrandale, Suzy Burke, Diane Davidson, Barbara Dickson, Duo Balance, Tony Kenny, Deanna Kirk, Bette Midler, Jane Mortifee, Anne Murray, Aaron Neville, and Elizabeth von Trapp. There was a child named Bernadette I heard the story long ago She saw the Queen of Heaven once And kept the vision in her soul No one believed what she had seen No one believed what she heard That there were sorrows to be healed And mercy, mercy in this world So many hearts I find Broke like yours and mine Torn by what we've done and can't undo I just want to hold you Won't you let me hold you Like Bernadette would do We've been around, we fall, we fly We mostly fall, we mostly run And every now and then we try To mend the damage that we've done Tonight, tonight I cannot rest I've got this joy inside my breast To think that I did not forget That child, that song of Bernadette So many hearts I find ...

Wither Thou Goest

Wither Thou goest - I will go. Wither Thou lodgest - I will lodge. Thy people shall be - My people - own. Wither Thou goest - I will go. Wither Thou goest - I will go. Wither Thou lodgest - I will lodge. Thy people shall be - My people - own. Wither Thou goest - I will go.

Way Down Deep

Written by Leonard Cohen and Jennifer Warnes Recorded by Jennifer Warnes (Hunter, 1992). way down, way way down way way down deep you're got me way down, way way down, way way down deep you're got me way down, way down deep I wander with you in my sleep I'm way down, way way down, way way down deep it came to me this morning I was walking down the street was like my soul could taste you and God, you tasted sweet finally I can breathe again finally I can speak I've got you in the glory place I've got you way down deep I've got you way down, way way down, way way down deep you're got me way down, way way down, way way down deep you're got me way down, way way down, I wander with you in my sleep I'm way down, way way down, way way down deep it's a funny feeling but I cannot say I mind I know that I'm dealing with a love that's far from blind I see every single angle I look before I leap how else can I put it when you're got me way down deep you've got me way down, way way down, way way down deep you've got me way down, way way down, way way down deep you've got me way down, way down deep I wander with you in my sleep I'm way down, way way down, way way down deep don't matter what we gave away was nothing we could keep don't matter what we gave away you know that talk is cheap forgive me if I hate you you're a liar and a thief but I've got you in the glory place I got you way down deep you've got me way down, way way down... don't matter if the road is long don't matter if it's steep don't matter if the moon goes out and darkness is complete don't matter if we lose our way I know we;re gonna meet I've got you in the glory place I've got you way down deep you've got me way down, way way down...

It Just Feels

Written by Leonard Cohen and David A Stewart Recorded by Sylvie Marechal (Voie Lactee, France 1992) It feels so good And it feels so right It feels like I've been rescued In the middle of the night And all the tricks and all the angels And all the dirty rotten deals They don't count now They've been cancelled And it feels, it just feels Thank you Babe, thank you Babe It feels so good And it feels so right It feels like I've been rescued In the middle of the night And the sweetest voice has spoken And the deepest wound is healed And the darkness is exploding And it feels, it just feels Thank you Babe, thank you Babe It comes so sweet And it comes so fast It comes like windows breaking I can take a breath at last Thank you for the breaking And thank you for the breath And for sayin' it was nothing Nothing meaning life or death Thank you Babe… it just feels