Leonard Cohen

[Lord Mhoram]

I am a huge fan of this man. Canadian singer-songwriter and novelist, the man is an amazing writer of both prose and lyrics. His favorite album of mine is Songs From a Room, with the song "The Story of Isaac":

The door it opened slowly,
My father he came in. Iwas nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
His blue eyes, they were shining
And his voice was very cold.
He said, "I’ve had a vision
And you know I’m strong and holy,
I must do what I’ve been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,
And his axe was made of gold.

Well, the trees they got much smaller,
The lake, a lady’s mirror,
We stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
It broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
He looked once behind his shoulder,
He knew I would not hide.

You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children,
You must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon...or a god.
You who stand above them now,
Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
You were not there before,
When I lay upon a mountain,
My father’s hand was trembling
With the beauty of the Word.

And if you call me brother now,
Forgive me if I inquire,
Just according to whose plan?
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy is our uniform,
Man of peace or man of war,
The peacock spreads his fan.

His two most famous novels are the nostalgic and beautiful The Favorite Game and the disturbing and haunting Beautiful Losers. I recommend anything of his.

[The Leper Messiah]

Lord Mhoram wrote:

I am a huge fan of this man. Canadian singer-songwriter and novelist, the man is an amazing writer of both prose and lyrics. His favorite album of mine is Songs From a Room, with the song "The Story of Isaac":

I also love Leonard Cohen. I don't own a lot of his music but I think his voice is amazing. I didn not know that he wrote, but I guess, thinking about it and his lyrics, its logical, as he has a wonderful way with words. I would like to read his work sometime. Thanks for bringing it to my attention.

[sgt.null]

Hallelujah
Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

[The Leper Messiah]

Hallelujah

[sgt.null]

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Chelsea Hotel #2
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."

And then you got away, didn't you babe...

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can't keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that's all, I don't even think of you that often.