Cafetín de Buenos Aires

 

Leonard Cohen

 AMEN

Tell me again 
When I've been to the river
And I've taken the edge off my thirst
Tell me again
We're alone & I'm listening
I'm listening so hard it hurts

Tell me again
When I'm clean and I'm sober
Tell me again 
When I've seen through the horror
Tell me again
Tell me over and over
Tell me you want me then
Amen

Tell me again
When the victims are singing
And laws of remorse are restored
Tell me again
That you know what I'm thinking
But vengeance belongs to the Lord

Tell me again
When I'm clean and I'm sober
Tell me again 
When I've seen through the horror
Tell me again
Tell me over and over

Tell me that you love me then
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

Tell me again
When the day has been ransomed
& night has no right to begin
Tell me again when the angels are panting
And scratching the door to come in

Tell me again
When I'm clean and I'm sober
Tell me again 
When I've seen through the horror
Tell me again
Tell me over and over

Tell me that you need me then
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

Tell me again
When the filth of the butcher
Is washed in the blood of the lamb
Tell me again
When the best of the culture
Has passed thru' the
Eye of the Camp

Tell me again
When I'm clean and I'm sober
Tell me again 
When I've seen through the horror
Tell me again
Tell me over and over

Tell me that you love me then
Amen
Amen
Amen

Amen

THE FLAME, Poems - Leonard Cohen

Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2018

Mirie it is while sumer ilast

Anonymous, 13th century

WIKIPEDIA: Mirie_it_is_while_sumer_ilast

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Gipsy Kings

 

Esteban Murillo

 

Spinetta

 

Poets of the Fall: "Choir of Cicadas"

It's the season of dust trailing old pick up trucks

Seashells washed ashore down by the docks

So baby pull on your blue jeans turn the radio loud

Don't wait for the hour to give birth to doubt.

In the peak harvest of snakebites and wasted hindsight

When trivial truths sit next to the taillights

When fenders of chrome they rattle and hum

All carved in the shape of freedom

...

So I'll be your lover now, brazen & bright

Like the flare of a match you struck in the night

Though what does a stray know 'bout holy & true

But I'll always come to your rescue.

Oh Lord won't you hear your children cry

Singing their praise & their hallelujahs

I have no more words to describe

An empty sky of hollow blue, yeah

So where is my lover, my firelight

The line on the edge of truth & rumour

We took our vows in the heart of the night

We were brazen & bright, when we were brazen & bright

Poets of the Fall 

Jeff Lynne

 

Yamma Ensemble: Nigun Tamir

Yamma Ensemble

Gordon Lightfoot (1938) : If You Could Read My Mind

If you could read my mind, love

What a tale my thoughts could tell

Just like an old time movie

'Bout a ghost from a wishing well

In a castle dark or a fortress strong

With chains upon my feet

You know that ghost is me

And I will never be set free

As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see.



If I could read your mind, love

What a tale your thoughts could tell

Just like a paperback novel

The kind the drugstores sell

Then you reach the part where the heartaches come

The hero would be me

But heroes often fail

And you won't read that book again 

Because the ending's just too hard to take!




I'd walk away like a movie star

Who gets burned in a three way script

Enter number two:

A movie queen to play the scene

Of bringing all the good things out in me



. . .





"If You Could Read My Mind" by Gordon Lightfoot   
written 1969 - recorded 1970