Leonard Cohen is a giant among men. First a writer/poet, he decided to write songs, and what wondrous songs they are. I think he's one of the finest songwriters of the rock era, after Dylan, of course. Most people know his most famous composition, "Hallelujah," but have no idea that he's the one who wrote it. They've probably just heard the Jeff Buckley or John Cale versions. (or one of the countless others that exist) Now, while these versions are nice, (particularly Cale's) I personally think that Cohen's original is the best. The song has about 15 verses, and, depending upon which verses you use, the song can take on a number of meanings. Cohen's version is easily the most spiritual of the interpretations that have been made. But, the point is, while "Hallelujah" is a terrific song, (and one of my all-time favorites) Cohen has written so many more. I've included the lyrics of one of them below. I hope you enjoy it. I'll probably post more of his work later. If I was really gutsy, I'd post Ginsberg's "America." But, I guess that I'm just not really gutsy . . . ah well, another time.
The Stranger Song
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the cardthat is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
And then leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
But now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams
as though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
his golden arm dispatching cards
but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.
Ah you hate to see another tired man
lay down his hand
like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.
You tell him to come in sit down
but something makes you turn around
The door is open you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this
or any other matter
When he talks like this
you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this,
you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
upon the shore, beneath the bridge
that they are building on some endless river
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...
And leaning on your window sill ...
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
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