4 Responses to “Rad Cool Leonard”

1. PQS Says:
   

   PSOs are “Sisters of Mercy” in some ways. I’ve always thought Cohen’s song/poem of that name befits some I’ve spoken with:

   Sisters of Mercy
   Leonard Cohen

   O the sisters of mercy they are not
   Departed or gone,
   They were waiting for me when I thought
   That I just can’t go on,
   And they brought me their comfort
   And later they brought me this song.
   O I hope you run into them
   You who’ve been traveling so long.

   Yes, you who must leave everything
   That you cannot control;
   It begins with your family,
   But soon it comes round to your soul.
   Well, I’ve been where you’re hanging
   I think I can see how you’re pinned.
   When you’re not feeling holy,
   Your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

   Well they lay down beside me
   I made my confession to them.
   They touched both my eyes
   And I touched the dew on their hem.
   If your life is a leaf
   That the seasons tear off and condemn
   They will bind you with love
   That is graceful and green as a stem.

   When I left they were sleeping,
   I hope you run into them soon.
   Don’t turn on the light
   You can read their address by the moon;
   And you won’t make me jealous
   If I hear that they sweeten your night
   We weren’t lovers like that
   And besides it would still be all right
   We weren’t lovers like that
   And besides it would still be all right.

2. Angela Says:
   

   Well, PQS, as you well know … you’re the guy who turned me on to Mr. Cohen — I’d never even heard of him. And then I saw this documentary. Instant crush. I just think he should be a whole lot more famous by now.

   But, then again, the low-level fame fits his low-key way of being who he is and kinda-sorta makes him somewhat of rare and semi-precious jewel of the ultra-hip (that would include you, me, my readers and [most of] callers *wink*).

   In other words, Leonard Cohen is fuckin’ hot.

3. Yelomonkey Says:
   

   Ms. Angela, how quickly you forget. I believe I was the one that turned on to LC. Check back in your blog. No offense to Mr. PQS.

   Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
   I ache in the places where I used to play
   And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
   I’m just paying my rent every day
   Oh in the Tower of Song
   I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get?
   Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet
   But I hear him coughing all night long
   A hundred floors above me
   In the Tower of Song

   I was born like this, I had no choice
   I was born with the gift of a golden voice
   And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
   They tied me to this table right here
   In the Tower of Song

   So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
   I’m very sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all
   I’m standing by the window where the light is strong
   Ah they don’t let a woman kill you
   Not in the Tower of Song

   Now you can say that I’ve grown bitter but of this you may be sure
   The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
   And there’s a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
   You see, you hear these funny voices
   In the Tower of Song

   I see you standing on the other side
   I don’t know how the river got so wide
   I loved you baby, way back when
   And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
   But I feel so close to everything that we lost
   We’ll never have to lose it again

   Now I bid you farewell, I don’t know when I’ll be back
   There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
   But you’ll be hearing from me baby, long after I’m gone
   I’ll be speaking to you sweetly
   From a window in the Tower of Song

   Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey
   I ache in the places where I used to play
   And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on
   I’m just paying my rent every day
   Oh in the Tower of Song

4. Angela Says:
   

   Well, yes, Yelo, indeed you did. It was PQS who sent me the CD. And it was me — all by my little curious self — who sat my always busy butt down to watch the documentary.

   Which, renewed my interest.

   I am continually grateful to both and PQS for being two of my biggest fans and greatest cheerleaders.

   … and for always teaching me new things.

   … and for correcting me when I fuck up.

   xo, Me

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