Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Leonard Cohen
Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 2:25 pm
At the Green Note yesterday-
With wonderful luck of timing I was just about to read my Guests parody which I wrote for our recent poetry comp. As you may recall it was based on the poster I saw in a local betting shop and the subject for our contest was "that's right it's come to this". As I approached the mike, I was pulled by a friend into the doorway of the cafe to meet Leonard himself. He was, of course, the most welcome, and indeed charming, Guest. I showed him a copy of the poster and told him I was about to perform my "poem". He told me to go straight ahead so I brought him into the cafe first and introduced him to applause where only surprise exceeded admiration. The introduction, by the way , was to the "famous poet, singer and armed robber".
Standing alongside me, he listened and laughed throughout the piece. The first time he heard the Lynching chorus he really showed appreciation.
At the end I commented that it was lucky I wasn't performing my Bird On The Wire version but he told me to do it. I only remembered the first verse
There's a Bird on the Wire
Shoot her, shoot her
time for Tweety to expire
No more points as a frequent Flyer.
I would probably have made this post anyway, but I have done so immediately after reading the rather hysterical complaint by William about Greg. The most interesting question at the later Barbican performance was from a Bhuddist asking Leonard about his faith. He replied that he never became a Bhuddist, that he had a perfectly good religion of his own which was rich and deep, but he followed Roshi to learn a calmness and enlightenment that he saw in that Teacher.
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That's Right, It's Come To This
One by one, the bills arrive
The bills are coming through
The debts, they are so many
The assets are so few
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
And those who cry, begin to cry
Those who hurt begin
And “hands up, hands up” cries a voice
“let all my guns come in”
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
And Len goes stumbling through that shop
In lonely secrecy
Saying “just the money please”
Or “I’ll blow your fucking head off, you bastard, don’t you see I’m desperate, I’m quite old and realistically I won’t be doing any more touring although I don’t mind selling my drawings and the occasional conversation
With Phillip Glass
So, shift your ass”
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
All at once his nostrils flare
His trouser zip flies open
Note by note he steals it all
Like it’s going out of fashion
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
And here he eats his sweet potato
Whilst shop and gun dissolve
And one by one his teeth fall out
Beyond the guardian’s wail
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
Those who shout, begin to shout
Those who die begin
Those whose honesty is lost
Are lost and lost again
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
One by one, the bills arrive
The bills are coming through
The debts, they are so many
The assets are so few
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
With wonderful luck of timing I was just about to read my Guests parody which I wrote for our recent poetry comp. As you may recall it was based on the poster I saw in a local betting shop and the subject for our contest was "that's right it's come to this". As I approached the mike, I was pulled by a friend into the doorway of the cafe to meet Leonard himself. He was, of course, the most welcome, and indeed charming, Guest. I showed him a copy of the poster and told him I was about to perform my "poem". He told me to go straight ahead so I brought him into the cafe first and introduced him to applause where only surprise exceeded admiration. The introduction, by the way , was to the "famous poet, singer and armed robber".
Standing alongside me, he listened and laughed throughout the piece. The first time he heard the Lynching chorus he really showed appreciation.
At the end I commented that it was lucky I wasn't performing my Bird On The Wire version but he told me to do it. I only remembered the first verse
There's a Bird on the Wire
Shoot her, shoot her
time for Tweety to expire
No more points as a frequent Flyer.
I would probably have made this post anyway, but I have done so immediately after reading the rather hysterical complaint by William about Greg. The most interesting question at the later Barbican performance was from a Bhuddist asking Leonard about his faith. He replied that he never became a Bhuddist, that he had a perfectly good religion of his own which was rich and deep, but he followed Roshi to learn a calmness and enlightenment that he saw in that Teacher.
__________________________________________________________________________________________
That's Right, It's Come To This
One by one, the bills arrive
The bills are coming through
The debts, they are so many
The assets are so few
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
And those who cry, begin to cry
Those who hurt begin
And “hands up, hands up” cries a voice
“let all my guns come in”
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
And Len goes stumbling through that shop
In lonely secrecy
Saying “just the money please”
Or “I’ll blow your fucking head off, you bastard, don’t you see I’m desperate, I’m quite old and realistically I won’t be doing any more touring although I don’t mind selling my drawings and the occasional conversation
With Phillip Glass
So, shift your ass”
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
All at once his nostrils flare
His trouser zip flies open
Note by note he steals it all
Like it’s going out of fashion
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
And here he eats his sweet potato
Whilst shop and gun dissolve
And one by one his teeth fall out
Beyond the guardian’s wail
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
Those who shout, begin to shout
Those who die begin
Those whose honesty is lost
Are lost and lost again
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now
One by one, the bills arrive
The bills are coming through
The debts, they are so many
The assets are so few
And no-one knows where the cash is going
And no-one knows why Kelley is glowing
Oh Lynch, I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh…I need you now