Leonard Cohen (21 Septiembre 1934 – 7 Noviembre 2016) nació en una familia judía de clase media de ascendencia polaca en Montreal y creció en Westmount. Su padre, Nathan Cohen, era propietario de una tienda de corte y confección y falleció cuando el joven poeta contaba nueve años. Según la tradición familiar, los Cohen descienden de los Kohanim. "Fui querido como un mesías", contó Cohen a Richard Golstein en 1967, "y se me decía que descendía de Aarón".
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Harold "Bo" Baur) Subject: CRD: Story of Isaac, Leonard Cohen.
Here's one more of Leonard Cohen... not that anybody asked :-) Bo.
Album: Songs from a Room (1969)
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[Verses] AmF The door it opened slowly, AmF my father he came in, GFE I was nine years old. AmF And he stood so tall above me, AmF his blue eyes they were shining GFE and his voice was very cold. C He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy, DCB I must do what I've been told." FBb So he started up the mountain, FBb I was running, he was walking, FGAAm and his axe was made of gold.
AmF Well, the trees they got much smaller, AmF the lake a lady's mirror, GFE we stopped to drink some wine. AmF Then he threw the bottle over, AmF broke a minute later GFE and he put his hand on mine. C Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture, DCB I never could decide. FBb Then my father built an altar, FBb he looked once behind his shoulder, FGAAm he knew I would not hide.
AmF You who build the altars now AmF to sacrifice these children, GFE you must not do it anymore. AmF A scheme is not a vision AmF and you never have been tempted GFE by a demon or a god. C You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody, DCB you were not there before, FBb when I lay upon a mountain FBb and my father's hand was trembling FGAAm with the beauty of the word.
AmF And if you call me brother now, AmF forgive me if I inquire, GFE "Just according to whose plan?" AmF When it all comes down to dust AmF I will kill you if I must, GFE I will help you if I can. C When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must, DCB I will kill you if I can. FBb And mercy on our uniform, FBb man of peace or man of war, FGAAm the peacock spreads his fan.