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!
A D A A
Now the Swan it floated on the English river
A D A A
Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide
C#m F#m D A
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
E D A A/E
B B E E7 (*)
and the judges watched us from the other side
I told my mother Mother I must leave you
preserve my room but do not shed a tear
Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you
it was half my fault and half the atmosphere
But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever
and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame
She said at last I was her finest lover
and if she withered I would be to blame (*)
The judges said you missed it by a fraction
rise up and brace your troops for the attack
Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action
Oh see the men of action falling back
But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment
I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still
My falsity had stung me like a hornet
The poison sank and it paralysed my will
I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers
that they had been deserted from above
So on battlefields from here to Barcelona
I'm listed with the enemies of love (*)
And long ago she said I must be leaving,
Ah but keep my body here to lie upon
You can move it up and down and when I'm sleeping
Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan
So daily I renew my idle duty
I touch her here and there, I know my place
I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty
and people call me traitor to my face
Now the Swan it floated on the English river
A D A A
Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide
C#m F#m D A
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer
E D A A/E
B B E E7 (*)
and the judges watched us from the other side
I told my mother Mother I must leave you
preserve my room but do not shed a tear
Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you
it was half my fault and half the atmosphere
But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever
and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame
She said at last I was her finest lover
and if she withered I would be to blame (*)
The judges said you missed it by a fraction
rise up and brace your troops for the attack
Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action
Oh see the men of action falling back
But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment
I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still
My falsity had stung me like a hornet
The poison sank and it paralysed my will
I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers
that they had been deserted from above
So on battlefields from here to Barcelona
I'm listed with the enemies of love (*)
And long ago she said I must be leaving,
Ah but keep my body here to lie upon
You can move it up and down and when I'm sleeping
Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan
So daily I renew my idle duty
I touch her here and there, I know my place
I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty
and people call me traitor to my face
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