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October 22, 2020 at 11:53am October 22, 2020 at 11:53am
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Famous Blue Raincoat (1971) by Leonard Cohen (1934-2016)
Famous Blue Raincoat
It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you're building
Your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now
I hope you're keeping some kind of record
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Oh, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
But then you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman
To a flake of your life
And when she came back
She was nobody's wife
Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regard
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer?
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you. I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here
For Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping
And his woman is free
Yes, and thanks for the trouble
You took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good
So I never tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, a friend
Famous Rain
It's morning, the End!
I'm writing you:
I like where I'm living
There's music I hear
Deep in the living
some kind of record
Yes, you said that night
You planned to go
Did you?
Oh, the famous rain
Been to the station
every train came without you
Life!
Well, I see you
one more gypsy
I send regard
What can I tell you, my killer?
What can I possibly say?
I miss you, I guess
I'm glad
If you ever come here
Well, sleeping is free
You took
I tried
You gave
That night
Sincerely, a friend.
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