Tribute
Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 3:52 pm
Hi. I'm new to the forum and it's been suggested that I try posting here.
There was a programme on Britain’s BBC Radio 4 a few days ago about Leonard Cohen’s “Halleujah”. It reminded me of the poem I wrote after being blown away by his performance a couple of years ago at the O2 Arena in London. I’ve enjoyed his work for years. The poem’s meant to be a tribute. Its borrowings, tone and rhythms change as different songs are referenced. Hope there’s some of you out there who’ll enjoy it.
Leonard
When they asked me who you were, I said
Song writer, singer, poet.
But I could have said a dark gold thread
Recurring through the years.
I’ve known you such a long, long time,
Through anger, joy and tears.
You’ve been there at new beginnings
And at some bitter ends.
I knew you first such years ago;
On laid back nights with friends
I heard your songs of hate and love
And kept them with me close.
Now, I’m grown so much older,
But that famous blue raincoat –
With the tear on its shoulder –
It still has the power, you know.
And the bird on the wire
Took Berlin and Manhattan
And set them both afire.
Now you’ve claimed back Hallelujah,
And built a tower of song.
With new work and old ideas,
Your reputation strong,
You perform to packed arenas
And the audiences beguile.
The voice is rich and deeper now;
You charm the gathered throng
And with your talent, wit and warmth -
Yeah - you even made us smile.
There was a programme on Britain’s BBC Radio 4 a few days ago about Leonard Cohen’s “Halleujah”. It reminded me of the poem I wrote after being blown away by his performance a couple of years ago at the O2 Arena in London. I’ve enjoyed his work for years. The poem’s meant to be a tribute. Its borrowings, tone and rhythms change as different songs are referenced. Hope there’s some of you out there who’ll enjoy it.
Leonard
When they asked me who you were, I said
Song writer, singer, poet.
But I could have said a dark gold thread
Recurring through the years.
I’ve known you such a long, long time,
Through anger, joy and tears.
You’ve been there at new beginnings
And at some bitter ends.
I knew you first such years ago;
On laid back nights with friends
I heard your songs of hate and love
And kept them with me close.
Now, I’m grown so much older,
But that famous blue raincoat –
With the tear on its shoulder –
It still has the power, you know.
And the bird on the wire
Took Berlin and Manhattan
And set them both afire.
Now you’ve claimed back Hallelujah,
And built a tower of song.
With new work and old ideas,
Your reputation strong,
You perform to packed arenas
And the audiences beguile.
The voice is rich and deeper now;
You charm the gathered throng
And with your talent, wit and warmth -
Yeah - you even made us smile.