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September 25, 2024 at 6:18am
September 25, 2024 at 6:18am
#1077256
Day 5



Leonard Cohen with Famous Blue Raincoat, 1971
on the Album Songs of Love and Hate, 1971

It's a very soft and slow song. Cohen is reading a letter to a man and a woman.

It reminds me of all the years I was part and still am, of a penpal site. For 17 years now, I guess. Sometimes I was lucky for great contacts, most of the people reacting don't read and write well. I click them away instantly. A waist of my time.

This is a beautiful letter.

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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?

[Verse 2]
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
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

[Chorus 2]
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 regards

[Verse 3]
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

[Chorus]
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, L. Cohen


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