Leonard Cohen nasceu em Montreal, província de Quebec, Canadá, de uma família judia de origem polaca. A sua infância foi marcada pela morte de seu pai quando Cohen tinha apenas 9 anos, fato que seria determinante para o desenvolvimento de uma depressão que o acompanharia durante boa parte da vida. Aos 17 anos, ingressa na Universidade McGill e forma um trio de música country. Paralelamente, passa a escrever seus primeiros poemas, inspirado por autores como García Lorca.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------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)
[Intro] Am e-|------------------------------| B-|--1-------------1-------------| G-|-----2------2------2------2---| D-|-------2--2---2------2--2---2-| (...) A-|--0---------------------------| E-|------------------------------| i i t t i t i i t t i i t
[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.