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1 - Go No More A-Roving (3:42)

Pour Irving Layton

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.

© Lord Byron, musique par Leonard Cohen
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)


2 - Because Of (3:00)

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.

© Leonard Cohen
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)


3 - The Letters (4:03)

You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you’ve got the gist
Of what my letters meant.

You’re reading them again,
The ones you didn’t burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.

I said there’d been a flood.
I said there’s nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.

Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.

The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.

You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who’s coming next.

© Leonard Cohen et Sharon Robinson
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI) and Sharon Robinson Songs (ASCAP)


4 - Undertow (4:14)

I set out one night
When the tide was low
There were signs in the sky
But I did not know
I’d be caught in the grip
Of the undertow

Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl

© Leonard Cohen
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)


5 - Morning Glory (3:26)

No words this time? No words. No, there are times when nothing can be done. Not this time. Is it censorship? Is it censorship? No, it’s evaporation. No, it’s evaporation. Is this leading somewhere? Yes. We’re going down the lane. Is this going somewhere? Into the garden. Into the backyard. We’re walking down the driveway. Are we moving towards.... We’re in the backyard. ...some transcendental moment? It’s almost light. That’s right. That’s it. Are we moving towards some transcendental moment? That’s right. That’s it. Do you think you’ll be able to pull it off? Yes. Do you think you can pull it off? Yes, it might happen. I’m all ears. I’m all ears. Oh the morning glory!

© Leonard Cohen
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)


6 - On That Day (2:03)

Some people say
It’s what we deserve
For sins against g-d
For crimes in the world

I wouldn’t know
I’m just holding the fort
Since that day
They wounded New York

Some people say
They hate us of old
Our women unveiled
Our slaves and our gold

I wouldn’t know
I’m just holding the fort
But answer me this
I won’t take you to court

Did you go crazy
Or did you report
On that day
On that day
They wounded New York

© Leonard Cohen et Anjani Thomas
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI) and Little Fountain Music (BMI)


7 - Villanelle For Our Time (5:56)

From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.

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.

© Frank Scott, 1943. Musique : Leonard Cohen
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI) and Estate of F.R. Scott


8 - There For You (4:38)

When it all went down
And the pain came through
I get it now
I was there for you

Don’t ask me how
I know it’s true
I get it now
I was there for you

I make my plans
Like I always do
But when I look back
I was there for you

I walk the streets
Like I used to do
And I freeze with fear
But I’m there for you

I see my life
In full review
It was never me
It was always you

You sent me here
You sent me there
Breaking things
I can’t repair

Making objects
Out of thoughts
Making more
By thinking not

Eating food
And drinking wine
A body that
I thought was mine

Dressed as Arab
Dressed as Jew
O mask of iron
I was there for you

Moods of glory
Moods so foul
The world comes through
A bloody towel

And death is old
But it’s always new
I freeze with fear
And I’m there for you

I see it clear
I always knew
It was never me
I was there for you

I was there for you
My darling one
And by your law
It all was done


© Leonard Cohen et Sharon Robinson
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI) and Sharon Robinson Songs (ASCAP)


9 - Dear Heather (3:41)

Dear Heather
Please walk by me again
With a drink in your hand
And your legs all white
From the winter

© Leonard Cohen
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)


10 - Nightingale (3:22)

Pour Carl Anderson (1945-2004)

I built my house beside the wood
So I could hear you singing
And it was sweet and it was good
And love was all beginning

Fare thee well my nightingale
‘Twas long ago I found you
Now all your songs of beauty fail
The forest closes ‘round you

The sun goes down behind a veil
‘Tis now that you would call me
So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly

Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Tho‘ you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you

© Leonard Cohen et Anjani Thomas
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI) and Little Fountain Music (BMI)


 11 - To A Teacher (2:30)

Pour A. M. Klein (1909-1972).

Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.

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 loony 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.
 

© Leonard Cohen
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)


12 - The Faith (4:19)

The sea so deep and blind
The sun, the wild regret
The club, the wheel, the mind,
O love, aren’t you tired yet?
The club, the wheel, the mind
O love, aren’t you tired yet?

The blood, the soil, the faith
These words you can’t forget
Your vow, your holy place
O love, aren’t you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
O love, aren’t you tired yet?

A cross on every hill
A star, a minaret
So many graves to fill
O love, aren’t you tired yet?
So many graves to fill
O love, aren’t you tired yet?

The sea so deep and blind
Where still the sun must set
And time itself unwind
O love, aren’t you tired yet?
And time itself unwind
O love, aren’t you tired yet?

© Leonard Cohen, basé sur une chanson folklorique du Québec
© 2004 Old Ideas LLC (BMI)


13 - Tennessee Waltz (4:06) - Live 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.

© Redd Stewart and Pee Wee King. Vers additionnels par Leonard Cohen.
© 1948 Sony / ATV Acuff Rose Music (BMI)

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