Old Ideas from Old Leonard
GOING HOME
I love to speak with Leonard
He's a sportsman and a shepherd
He's a lazy bastard
Living in a suit
But he does say what I tell him
Even though it isn't welcome
He just doesn't have the freedom
To refuse
He will speak these words of wisdom
Like a sage a man of vision
Though he knows he's really nothing
But the brief elaboration of a tube
Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it's better
Than before
Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore
He wants to write a love song
An anthem of forgiving
A manual for living with defeat
A cry above the suffering
A sacrifice recovering
But that isn't what I need him
To complete
I want him to be certain
That he doesn't have a burden
That he doesn't need a vision
That he only has permission
To do my instant bidding
Which is to say what I have told him
To repeat
Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it's better
Than before
Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without this costume
That I wore
Going home
Without the sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it's better
Than before
Going home
Without the burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without this costume
That I wore
I love to speak with Leonard
He's a sportsman and a shepherd
He's a lazy bastard
Living in a suit
I love to speak with Leonard
He's a sportsman and a shepherd
He's a lazy bastard
Living in a suit
But he does say what I tell him
Even though it isn't welcome
He just doesn't have the freedom
To refuse
He will speak these words of wisdom
Like a sage a man of vision
Though he knows he's really nothing
But the brief elaboration of a tube
Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it's better
Than before
Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore
He wants to write a love song
An anthem of forgiving
A manual for living with defeat
A cry above the suffering
A sacrifice recovering
But that isn't what I need him
To complete
I want him to be certain
That he doesn't have a burden
That he doesn't need a vision
That he only has permission
To do my instant bidding
Which is to say what I have told him
To repeat
Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it's better
Than before
Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without this costume
That I wore
Going home
Without the sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it's better
Than before
Going home
Without the burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without this costume
That I wore
I love to speak with Leonard
He's a sportsman and a shepherd
He's a lazy bastard
Living in a suit
This not so lazy grandfather of folk resonant mourner for all the soourners of love, returns to write songs of excellent nature, above all to make rubble in the heart of the listener. With Old Ideas, Cohen is darker and more introspective with every verse like a writer reading poetry giving weight to the words with humility and wisdom of experience from teh cooked and the raw 50 years of a glorious career. Production and usicianship on the new offering is extraordinary, given it is the same old Leonard with the same old moan. Fresh horses seem to make all the difference. He cavorts and caresses to sexy successes the seductive testament of irony with a Barry White drone and Buddhist perseverance, Leonard watches without compromise that life that remains in him. Sordid in some abandoned to flow in a river of life creativity, Cohen savours the sexiness, made more seductive with a deep smoky voice recites as were prayers that sink like a knife into the heart of the beloved. You will witness that “The Darkness” is always soft dark and spiritual like a slow blues in rarified choruses swimming in essences of pure restlessness. Check out his new album Old Ideas.