It's four in the morning the end of December I'm writing you now 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 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 On the night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Last time I saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat torn at the shoulder been to the station to meet every train You came home alone without Lili Marlene You treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobody's wife Well, I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief I see Jane's awake She sends her regards What can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say Hey, I guess that I miss you I guess I forgive you I'm glad you stood in my way If you ever come by for Jane or for me Your enemy is sleeping and his woman is free Well, thanks for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her On the night that you planned to go clear Sincerely, L. Cohen
Wow.
"What could I possibly say?" Gorgeous, as always 💜
Beautiful song! Amazing transcript!
My God... you really are fuvkkng amazing!!!!
Thank you
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Amazing! Is there any way to get a copy of the sheet music?
Wow, so beautiful… do you sell the sheet music.
It's four in the morning
the end of December
I'm writing you now
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
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
On the night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Last time I saw you
you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat
torn at the shoulder
been to the station
to meet every train
You came home alone
without Lili Marlene
You treated my woman
to a flake of your life
And when she came back
she was nobody's wife
Well, I see you there
with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards
What can I tell you
my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say
Hey, I guess that I miss you
I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by
for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping
and his woman is free
Well, thanks for the trouble you took
from her eyes
I thought it was there for good
so I never tried
And Jane came by
with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
On the night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely,
L. Cohen