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.
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.
He was the greatest. Discovering him and hearing his music was quite an epiphany.
Ditto, goatherd.
On top of the kick in the private parts, and the death of any hope and unity that a t-RUMP presidency brings us, we lost a shiit-load of great musicians and artists.
RIP.
I’m left in turmoil…………….
Back in my folkie days when I was playing coffee houses with a friend, it was the harder edged Dylan and Leonard Cohen that inspired us. I am a musician of very modest talents. But, there was a spirit that carried us along.
I had the good fortune to visit Hydra, where Cohen lived for a few years. I would have moved there in a minute. One afternoon we were walking a sort of hemispherical path around the small port. A woman seeming in her sixties was a few meters in front of us. When we reached the water, she stripped off all of her clothes and leapt into the water for a swim. I loved that sense of freedom and connection with the natural world. Although now, being in my sixties myself, I am afraid I would have less admirable reasons for remembering the moment. What a wonderful adventure his life was. Maybe we are all “Beautiful Losers” in the end.
I don’t mean any offense by relating this story. Things happened as they happened. This happened to me on Hydra. That is as it is.
This has been a bad week.