Biografía:
Leonard Cohen (21 Septiembre 1934 – 7 Noviembre 2016) nació en una familia judía de clase media de ascendencia polaca en Montreal y creció en Westmount. Su padre, Nathan Cohen, era propietario de una tienda de corte y confección y falleció cuando el joven poeta contaba nueve años. Según la tradición familiar, los Cohen descienden de los Kohanim. "Fui querido como un mesías", contó Cohen a Richard Golstein en 1967, "y se me decía que descendía de Aarón".
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Otras canciones:
- Ain't No Cure For Love
- Aleluya
- Bird On A Wire
- Bird On The Wire
- Blessed Is The Memory
- Chelsea Hotel
- Chelsea Hotel #2
- Chelsea Hotel No 2
- Chelsea Hotel No. 2
- Dance Me To The End Of Love
- Diamonds In The Mine
- Famous Blue Raincoat
- Hallelujah
- Halluejah
- Hey That's No Way To Say Goodbye
- Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye
- Last Years Man
- Passing Through
- Seems So Long Ago, Nancy
- Shrek - Aleluya (hallelujah)
- Slow
- Suzanne
- The Partisan
- If It Be Your Will
- So Long Marianne
- A Bunch Of Lonesome Heroes
- A Singer Must Die
- A Thousand Kisses Deep
- A Veterans Hallelujah
- Aint No Cure For Love
- Alexandra Leaving
- Almost Like The Blues
- Always
- Amen
- Anthem
- Avalanche
- Ballad Of The Absent Mare
- Banjo
- Boogie Street
- Born In Chains
- Chelsea Hotel 2
- Closing Time
- Come Healing
- Coming Back To You
- Crazy To Love You
- Death Of A Ladies Man
- Democracy
- Did I Ever Love You
- Dont Go Home With Your Hard
- Dress Rehearsal Rag
- Everybody Knows
- Field Commander Cohen
- First We Take Manhattan
- Going Home
- Heart With No Companion
- Hey Thats No Way
- Hey Thats No Way To Say Goodbye
- I Was Never Any Good At Loving You
- If I Didnt Have Your Love
- Im Your Man
- In My Secret Life
- Iodine
- Is This What You Wanted
- It Seemed The Better Way
- Joan Of Arc
- Lady Midnight
- Land Of Plenty
- Leaving Green Sleeves
- Leaving The Table
- Love Calls You By Your Name
- Lover Lover Lover
- Master Song
- Memories
- My Oh My
- Nevermind
- Night Comes On
- No Way To Say Goodbye
- On The Level
- One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong
- Paper Thin Hotel
- Samson In New Orleans
- Seems So Long Ago
- Seems So Long Ago Nancy
- Show Me The Place
- Sing Another Song Boys
- Sisters Of Mercy
- Song Of Bernadette
- Songs From A Room
- Songs Of Leonard Cohen
- Steer Your Way
- Store Room
- Stories Of The Street
- Story Of Isaac
- Stranger Song
- Take This Longing
- Take This Waltz
- Teachers
- Tennessee Waltz
- That Dont Make It Junk
- The Butcher
- The Captain
- The Darkness
- The Future
- The Guests
- The Gypsy Wife
- The Old Revolution
- The Smokey Life
- The Stranger Song
- The Traitor
- The Window
- There Is War
- Theres No Reason Why You Should
- Tonight Will Be Fine
- Tower Of Song
- Treaty
- True Love Leaves No Traces
- Waiting For The Miracle
- Who By Fire
- Why Dont You Try
- Winter Lady
- You Got Me Singing
- You Have Loved Enough
- You Know Who I Am
- You Want It Darker
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Master Song
Leonard Cohen
interpretted by seth sazant
[email protected]
The pattern remains the same throughout the song: play the verse then the intro
(played twice at the start) once.
[Intro:] X2
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G# Gm
I believe that you heard your master sing
G# Gm
when I was sick in bed.
G# Gm
I suppose that he told you everything
G# Gm
that I keep locked away in my head.
G# Cm
Your master took you travelling,
Eb F
well at least that's what you said.
Bb Bb/A Bb Bb/A
And now do you come back to bring
Eb D
your prisoner wine and bread?
[Intro] x1
You met him at some temple, where
they take your clothes at the door.
He was just a numberless man in a chair
who'd just come back from the war.
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
and he hands you the apple core.
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
of all the kisses we put on some time before.
And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
with a collar of leather and nails,
and he never once made you explain or talk
about all of the little details,
such as who had a word and who had a rock,
and who had you through the mails.
Now your love is a secret all over the block,
and it never stops not even when your master fails.
And he took you up in his aeroplane,
which he flew without any hands,
and you cruised above the ribbons of rain
that drove the crowd from the stands.
Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane
and, an ape with angel glands,
erased the final wisps of pain
with the music of rubber bands.
And now I hear your master sing,
you kneel for him to come.
His body is a golden string
that your body is hanging from.
His body is a golden string,
my body has grown numb.
Oh now you hear your master sing,
your shirt is all undone.
And will you kneel beside this bed
that we polished so long ago,
before your master chose instead
to make my bed of snow?
Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
and you're speaking far too low.
No I can't make out what your master said
before he made you go.
Then I think you're playing far too rough
for a lady who's been to the moon;
I've lain by this window long enough
to get used to an empty room.
And your love is some dust in an old man's cough
who is tapping his foot to a tune,
and your thighs are a ruin, you want too much,
let's say you came back some time too soon.
I loved your master perfectly
I taught him all that he knew.
He was starving in some deep mystery
like a man who is sure what is true.
And I sent you to him with my guarantee
I could teach him something new,
and I taught him how you would long for me
no matter what he said no matter what you'd do.
I believe that you heard your master sing
while I was sick in bed,
I'm sure that he told you everything
I must keep locked away in my head.
Your master took you travelling,
well at least that's what you said,
And now do you come back to bring
your prisoner wine and bread?
Chords:
Bb/A (x0333x)
Leonard Cohen
interpretted by seth sazant
[email protected]
The pattern remains the same throughout the song: play the verse then the intro
(played twice at the start) once.
[Intro:] X2
-3-------------3----------------------------------------|
-----------------------------1-------------1------------|
---0---0---0-----0---0---0-----0---0---0-----0---0---0--|
-----2---3---------2---3---------2---3---------2---3----|
--------------------------------------------------------|
--------------------------------------------------------|
G# Gm
I believe that you heard your master sing
G# Gm
when I was sick in bed.
G# Gm
I suppose that he told you everything
G# Gm
that I keep locked away in my head.
G# Cm
Your master took you travelling,
Eb F
well at least that's what you said.
Bb Bb/A Bb Bb/A
And now do you come back to bring
Eb D
your prisoner wine and bread?
[Intro] x1
You met him at some temple, where
they take your clothes at the door.
He was just a numberless man in a chair
who'd just come back from the war.
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
and he hands you the apple core.
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
of all the kisses we put on some time before.
And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
with a collar of leather and nails,
and he never once made you explain or talk
about all of the little details,
such as who had a word and who had a rock,
and who had you through the mails.
Now your love is a secret all over the block,
and it never stops not even when your master fails.
And he took you up in his aeroplane,
which he flew without any hands,
and you cruised above the ribbons of rain
that drove the crowd from the stands.
Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane
and, an ape with angel glands,
erased the final wisps of pain
with the music of rubber bands.
And now I hear your master sing,
you kneel for him to come.
His body is a golden string
that your body is hanging from.
His body is a golden string,
my body has grown numb.
Oh now you hear your master sing,
your shirt is all undone.
And will you kneel beside this bed
that we polished so long ago,
before your master chose instead
to make my bed of snow?
Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red
and you're speaking far too low.
No I can't make out what your master said
before he made you go.
Then I think you're playing far too rough
for a lady who's been to the moon;
I've lain by this window long enough
to get used to an empty room.
And your love is some dust in an old man's cough
who is tapping his foot to a tune,
and your thighs are a ruin, you want too much,
let's say you came back some time too soon.
I loved your master perfectly
I taught him all that he knew.
He was starving in some deep mystery
like a man who is sure what is true.
And I sent you to him with my guarantee
I could teach him something new,
and I taught him how you would long for me
no matter what he said no matter what you'd do.
I believe that you heard your master sing
while I was sick in bed,
I'm sure that he told you everything
I must keep locked away in my head.
Your master took you travelling,
well at least that's what you said,
And now do you come back to bring
your prisoner wine and bread?
Chords:
Bb/A (x0333x)
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