Sin orden ni concierto

  Canción de Leonard Cohen en su álbum New Skin for the Old Ceremony de 1974. Letra I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talkin' so brave and so sweet Givin' me head on the unmade bed While the limousines wait in the street Those were the reason an' that was New York We were runnin' for the money and the flesh An' that was called love for the workers in song Probably still is for those of them left Ah, but you got away, didn't you babe You just turned your back on the crowd You got away, I never once heard you say I need you, I don't need you I need you, I don't need you And all of that jiving around I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel You were famous, your heart was a legend You told me again you preferred handsome men But for me you would make an exception An' clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty You fixed yourself, you said, "Well, never mind We are ugly but we have the music" ...

  Versión de Leonard Cohen del tema La Complainte du partisan (El Lamento del partisano) escrita por Emmanuel d'Astier de la Vigerie  en 1943 y música de Anna Marly.  ​  Letra When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender This I could not do I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often I've lost my wife and children But I have many friends And some of them are with me An old woman gave us shelter Kept us hidden in the garret Then the soldiers came She died without a whisper There were three of us this morning I'm the only one this evening But I must go on The frontiers are my prison Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing Through the graves the wind is blowing Freedom soon will come Then we'll come from the shadows Les Allemands étaient chez moi Ils me dirent, "résigne toi" Mais je n'ai pas peur J'ai repris mon âme J'ai changé cent fois de nom J'ai perdu femme et enfants Mais j'ai tant d'amis J'ai la Franc...

  Canción del canadiense Leonard Cohen  de su álbum  Songs of Love and Hate  de 1971. Letra I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul; when I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn to serve me well. You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold. The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither starved nor cold; he does not ask for your company, not at the centre of the world. When I am on this pedestal, you did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare. I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare. stare, stare You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes me kind; the crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind. Your pain is no credential here, it's just the shadow of my wound. I have begun to long for you, I who have no need I have begun to wait for you, I who have no need. You s...

  Canción escrita por  Leonard Cohen de 1968  Letra Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee If I, if I have been unkind I hope that you can just let it go by If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you Oh, like a baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me, "You must not ask for so much" And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh, like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free

  Canción del canadiense Leonard Cohen, de 1971 Letra It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert You're living for nothing now. I hope you're keeping some kind of record Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Oh, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train But then you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobody's wife I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake She sends her regard And what can I tell ...

  Canción escrita por el Leonard Cohen en 1967. Letra Come over to the window, my little darling I'd like to try to read your palm I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy Before I let you take me home Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again Well you know that I love to live with you But you make me forget so very much I forget to pray for the angels And then the angels forget to pray for us Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again We met when we were almost young Deep in the green lilac park You held on to me like I was a crucifix As we went kneeling through the dark Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again Your letters they all say that you're beside me now Then why do I feel alone? I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web Is fastening my ankle to a stone Now so long, Mar...

  Canción  de Leonard Cohen de 1974, sobre texto de una oración solemne que se canta en Yom Kipur (día judío del arrepentimiento), que reclama reflexionar sobre el destino de la vida. Letra And who by fire, who by water Who in the sunshine, who in the night time Who by high ordeal, who by common trial Who in your merry merry month of may Who by very slow decay And who shall I say is calling? And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt Who by avalanche, who by powder Who for his greed, who for his hunger And who shall I say is calling? And who by brave assent, who by accident Who in solitude, who in this mirror Who by his lady's command, who by his own hand Who in mortal chains, who in power And who shall I say is calling?