Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Norman Cohen, CC GOQis a Canadian singer, songwriter, poet and novelist. His work has explored religion, politics, isolation, sexuality, and personal relationships. Cohen has been inducted into both the Canadian Music Hall of Fame and the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame as well as the American Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He is also a Companion of the Order of Canada, the nation's highest civilian honour. In 2011, Cohen received a Princess of Asturias Awards for literature...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionFolk Singer
Date of Birth21 September 1934
CityWestmount, Canada
CountryCanada
If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask. If you want a different kind of love I'll wear a mask. If you want to strike me down in anger here I stand. If you want a partner in life take my hand. I'm your man.
I will not be held like a drunkard / under the cold tap of facts
I’ll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving 'cross the borders Of My Secret Life.
Ah, grief makes us precise!
Please make me empty, if I'm empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I'm not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm
Does anybody have a cigarette? I'm looking forward to that first smoke. I've been looking forward to [it] for about 30 years.
Fare thee well my nightingale, I lived but to be near you. Thow you are singing somewhere still I can no longer hear you.
I don't really understand that process called reincarnation but if there is such a thing I'd like to come back as my daughter's dog.
Like any joker, he was watching For the card that is so high and wild He'll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy, golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm writing all the time. And as the songs begin to coalesce, I'm not doing anything else but writing. I wish I were one of those people who wrote songs quickly. But I'm not. So it takes me a great deal of time to find out what the song is.