Leonard Norman Cohen CC GOQ (September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016) was a Canadian singer-songwriter, poet, and novelist. His work explored religion, politics, isolation, sexuality, and romantic relationships. Cohen was inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame, the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame, and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He was invested as a Companion of the Order of Canada, the nation's highest civilian honour. In 2011, Cohen received one of the Prince of Asturias Awards for literature and the ninth Glenn Gould Prize.
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Date: Sat, 3 Jan 1998 20:16:24 -0700 (MST) From: T Dymarz Subject: CRD:c/cohen_leonard/field_commander_cohen.crd
Instructions: CAPO 5 strum each of the x's (*) indicates the chord should be played in this manner: AmDm e-----0---0--|-----1---1---| b-----1---1--|-----3---3---| g---2---2---2|---2---2---2-| d------------|-0-----------| a-0----------|-------------| E------------|-------------|
Field Commander Cohen - New Skin for the Old Ceremony
C x x x x x x x
C x x x x x x x G x x x Bb x x x Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy. F x x x x x x x Wounded in the line of duty, Dm x x x x x x x C x x x Gm x x x parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties, Bb x x x x x x x F x x x Cm x x x urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles. Bb x x x Dm Leave it all and like a man, BbDm come back to nothing special, *Am *Am such as waiting rooms and ticket lines, *Dm *Am silver bullet suicides, *Dm *Am and messianic ocean tides, *Dm *Am and racial roller-coaster rides *Bb *A and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.
EEEE (just the bottom note)
BmD I know you need your sleep now, A I know your life's been hard. BmD But many men are falling, A where you promised to stand guard.
C x x x x x x x x x G x x x Bb x x x I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor. F x x x x x x x But then I overheard your prayer, Dm x x x x x x x that you be this and nothing more C x x x Gm x x x Bb x x x than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing x x x x millionaire, F x x x Cm x x x Bb x x x Dm the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair, EA working for the Yankee Dollar.
EEEE Bm I know you need your sleep now ...
C x x x x x x x G x x x Bb x x x Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are, F x x x x x x x Dm x x x x x x x and be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child. C x x x Gm x x x Bb x x x x x x x Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come F x x x Cm x x x till every taste is on the tongue, Bb x x x Dm x x x till love is pierced and love is hung, Bb x x x Dm x x x and every kind of freedom done, then *Am *F *Am *F *Am *F oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,...