Leonard Cohen - The Songs of Leonard Cohen
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Release date: 13 July 1989
King of misery returns from monastry with synthesizer.
Even his most optimistic fans could've been forgiven for thinking that they'd heard the last of Leonard Cohen, the most urbanely depressed of rock's elder statesmen. After all, he's just turned 67, hasn't released an album in nine years and, most pertinently, appeared to have found contentment of sorts living as a Buddhist monk in California. Fears of a red wine...
- Oct 16, 2001
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- Master Song
- Winter Lady
- Stranger Song
- Sisters Of Mercy
- So Long, Marianne
- Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye
- Stories Of The Street
- One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong
Cohen has lost none of his passion
- Jan 27, 2012
A return of his molasses-thick voice
- Dec 6, 2011
Ah yes, the Spanish festival with guaranteed sun that’s a stone’s throw from the beach. Bliss. Castello De La Plana, Spain (July 17-20)
- Aug 1, 2008
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Legendary Canadian singer will play a string of dates in August and September
The U2 frontman has heaped praise upon the oft-covered track
Canadian singer played Wembley Arena twice in 2012
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I believe that you heard your master sing
When I was sick in bed
I suppose that he told you everything
That I keep locked away in my head
I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me
But the room just filled up with mosquitoes
They heard that my body was free
Then I took the dust from a long and a sleepless night
The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas
And I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose
Yes, one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose
I met a woman long ago
Her hair, the black that black can go
Are you a teacher of the heart?
Soft she answered, "No"
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
Traveling lady, stay awhile
Until the night is over
I'm just a station on your way
I know I'm not your lover