The very first line, 'let's sing another song boys. This one has grown old and bitter," is so damn well delivered.. You feel the world weariness in his voice. It genuinely drew me in into making this my favourite Cohen song.
I've always found this song terribly underrated. Cohen's vocalizations and the background vocals starting at 4:30 feel so full of feeling, it gives me chills.
I think this is one of Cohens greatest songs; a sort of peak in his power to tell emotions. There is nothing quite like it. I'm always amazed when I hear it. It's even better than you thought it was!
Exactly! I've been a Cohen fan since my college days. For me, "Songs of Love and Hate" is Cohen's "Blonde on Blonde": while he continued to produce consistently superb work until the end of his life (a level of consistency Dylan can't claim), "Songs of Love and Hate" marked a sort of satori--a brief unveiling of the curtain obscuring the ground of reality. Even Cohen's most well honed albums (think "Recent Songs," "I'm Your Man," "The Future") have at least one weak track (if not an outright dud) on them. "Songs of Love and Hate"? Not a single weakling. Each song is a gut punch. By extension, the 1970 Isle of Wight concert (from which this album track was taken) is to Cohen what the 1966 "Royal Albert Hall" concert was to Dylan. And, in this, we see a clear Yin/Yang dichotomy. While Dylan and the Hawks blasted the shit out of all the naysayers with unfiltered rock 'n' roll bombast, Cohen comes in gentle, soothing, taming the angry crowd (far larger and angrier, btw, than what Dylan faced in Manchester) with a Spanish guitar, two back-up singers, and a fairly sparse band. Just compare Dylan's "I don't believe you! You're a LIAR!" to Cohen's "Ohhh, we're sorely in need of matches." I'm not trying to compare apples and oranges: the fact is, I LOVE both Dylan's 1966 show and Cohen's 1970 show. I'm just pointing out the historical parallels between them.
Leonard Cohen, world-famous Canadian poet, former exile to a Greek isle and lover of bazouki, French speaker, songwriter, terrific performer, backed up by inspired virtuoso musicians and singers -- a true musician's musician.
(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.) Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken, his ships they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire. She spies him through the glasses from the pawnshops of her wicked father. She hails him with a microphone that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her. She tempts him with a clarinet, she waves a Nazi dagger. She finds him lying in a heap; she wants to be his woman. He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep but kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open." He stands where it is steep, oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one, his hand upon his leather belt now like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner. And she will learn to touch herself so well as all the sails burn down like paper. And he has lit the chain of his famous cigarillo. Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon, at least not the one that we're after; it's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends, and it carries no survivors. But lets leave these lovers wondering why they cannot have each other, and let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken, His ships they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire. She spies him through the glasses From the pawnshops of her wicked father. She hails him with a microphone That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her. She tempts him with a clarinet, She waves a Nazi dagger. She finds him lying in a heap; She wants to be his woman. He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep But kindly leave, leave the future, Leave it open." He stands where it is steep, Oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one, His hand upon his leather belt now Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner. And she will learn to touch herself so well As all the sails burn down like paper. And he has lit the chain Of his famous cigarillo. Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon, At least not the one that we're after; It's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends, And it carries no survivors. But lets leave these lovers wondering Why they cannot have each other, And let's sing another song, boys, This one has grown old and bitter.
Don't be surprised at the low view and comment numbers... To the general public Cohen is "that guy who wrote Hallelujah", yet he remains a cult figure for those who actually bought the albums and LISTEN TO WHAT HE HAS TO SAY.
Birileri seninle yirmidort saat akilimdan çıkmıyorsunki saçlarida evde unutmaylimki cok ❤ güzelsin kusulmedi demi Lovato sözleri ❤❤ güzelsin çok güzelsin 🌹 sendelerdir güzelliğin dediği olmak zorundadir ❤💓❤️ kalpten gönülden saygıda sıfır hata
The very first line, 'let's sing another song boys. This one has grown old and bitter," is so damn well delivered.. You feel the world weariness in his voice. It genuinely drew me in into making this my favourite Cohen song.
Leonard always spoke and sung with such conviction, he could've led a revolution.
❤
When I first heard this when I was 17 years old, my breath was taken away. I still think it’s the best Cohen song ever. ❤❤❤❤❤
I've always found this song terribly underrated. Cohen's vocalizations and the background vocals starting at 4:30 feel so full of feeling, it gives me chills.
Yes, I think this is one of his best songs, yet mostly unknown to the greater audience.
Yes, its really something another.
Absolutely agree. One of my very favorites of his.
I wish I would have found him sooner! I’m75 now😢
Just think of all you have to discover before you! I have loved Leonard since the 60's, and still find new things.
...Gary, dear, where have you lived...:-)?!...in what galaxy, ...?!
...but, never too late ...:-)🙏🕊️🌹❤️
Love this Song and Leonard. Been listening to Leonard since the early 70's.
Never too late.
Ah Leonard. You gave us all so much. Thank you, Mister Cohen. ❤🙏
Magnifica. L' album è un capolavoro. Uno dei più grandi album di sempre. La leggenda...Leonard Cohen forever!!! ❤😢
♥️Wow! What a voice! Every song Mr.Leonard Cohen sings has a story! ♥️
I think this is one of Cohens greatest songs; a sort of peak in his power to tell emotions. There is nothing quite like it. I'm always amazed when I hear it. It's even better than you thought it was!
Exactly! I've been a Cohen fan since my college days. For me, "Songs of Love and Hate" is Cohen's "Blonde on Blonde": while he continued to produce consistently superb work until the end of his life (a level of consistency Dylan can't claim), "Songs of Love and Hate" marked a sort of satori--a brief unveiling of the curtain obscuring the ground of reality. Even Cohen's most well honed albums (think "Recent Songs," "I'm Your Man," "The Future") have at least one weak track (if not an outright dud) on them. "Songs of Love and Hate"? Not a single weakling. Each song is a gut punch.
By extension, the 1970 Isle of Wight concert (from which this album track was taken) is to Cohen what the 1966 "Royal Albert Hall" concert was to Dylan. And, in this, we see a clear Yin/Yang dichotomy. While Dylan and the Hawks blasted the shit out of all the naysayers with unfiltered rock 'n' roll bombast, Cohen comes in gentle, soothing, taming the angry crowd (far larger and angrier, btw, than what Dylan faced in Manchester) with a Spanish guitar, two back-up singers, and a fairly sparse band. Just compare Dylan's "I don't believe you! You're a LIAR!" to Cohen's "Ohhh, we're sorely in need of matches." I'm not trying to compare apples and oranges: the fact is, I LOVE both Dylan's 1966 show and Cohen's 1970 show. I'm just pointing out the historical parallels between them.
A shout out to Janet, she turned me on to Leonard Cohen in the 60's. It turned out he was in my life longer than she was.
This never ceases to lift my spirits. Love ya Leonard. X
it has lifted my spirits tonight
Ah, They’ll never, they’ll never- ever-reach-the-moon! At least not the one that we’re after.
Incredible tho ridiculously unnoticed song.
❤❤❤❤❤ a masterpiece imho ❤❤❤❤❤
Leonard Cohen, world-famous Canadian poet, former exile to a Greek isle and lover of bazouki, French speaker, songwriter, terrific performer, backed up by inspired virtuoso musicians and singers -- a true musician's musician.
He moved to Greece because it was hot. Coming from Canada, who could blame him.
First heard this song in France when I was 17. Wow. I thought. Did he write it for me?
why not ?
Thanks for sharing
(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.)
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken,
his ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
from the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
she waves a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
she wants to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
but kindly leave, leave the future,
leave it open."
He stands where it is steep,
oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one,
his hand upon his leather belt now
like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
as all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain
of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon,
at least not the one that we're after;
it's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
and it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
why they cannot have each other,
and let's sing another song, boys,
this one has grown old and bitter
Great.
Bears repeating... 🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻
Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken,
His ships they're all on fire.
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire.
She spies him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her wicked father.
She hails him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her.
She tempts him with a clarinet,
She waves a Nazi dagger.
She finds him lying in a heap;
She wants to be his woman.
He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep
But kindly leave, leave the future,
Leave it open."
He stands where it is steep,
Oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one,
His hand upon his leather belt now
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner.
And she will learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails burn down like paper.
And he has lit the chain
Of his famous cigarillo.
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon,
At least not the one that we're after;
It's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends,
And it carries no survivors.
But lets leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have each other,
And let's sing another song, boys,
This one has grown old and bitter.
Don't be surprised at the low view and comment numbers... To the general public Cohen is "that guy who wrote Hallelujah", yet he remains a cult figure for those who actually bought the albums and LISTEN TO WHAT HE HAS TO SAY.
his song : " Suzanne " is also very known ! Salutations !**
Damn...
From the pawn shop of her wicked father…
I’m a bit Shy to point out the literary references
💓 kalp ortada iki tane ❤️ var ikiside onlardadir
Poetry.
god fuckin bless you cohen
💜💜💥💥💜💜
🎼❤🎼
One million subscribers, and yet, 45,288 views! What the heck?
2:34 loke it wuz
Yeah she will...
S O L O N G , M r C O H E N !
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