“Quan el meu pare va veure l’èxit de You Want It Darker, abans que morís em va demanar: completa la feina, acaba les cançons que vam començar”, diu Adam Cohen, fill del cantautor. Aquest 22 de novembre s’ha publicat el disc pòstum de Leonard Cohen, Thanks for the Dance. N’escoltem dues cançons: The Hills i The Night of Santiago (aquí en podeu escoltar dues més: Happens to the Heart i The Goal) i veiem el vídeo en què el fill i artistes que hi han participat expliquen com han viscut el procés d’embolcallar la veu del mestre.
I can make the hills
The system is shot
I’m living on pills
For which I thank G-d
My animal howls
My angel’s upset
But I’m not allowed
A trace of regret
For someone will use
The thing I could not be
My heart will be hurt impersonally
She’ll step on the path
She’ll see what I mean
My will cut in half
And freedom between
For less than a second
Our lives will collide
The endless suspended
The door open wide
And she will be born
To someone like you
What I left undone
She will certainly do
I know she is coming
And I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the hook
I can’t make the hills
The system is shot
I’m living on pills
For which I thank G-d
My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn’t write
What the night penciled in
But I know she is coming
And I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the hook
(I know she is coming)
And I know she will look
(that is the longing)
And this is the hook
I can make the hills
The system is shot
I’m living on pills
For which
I thank G-d
I sailed like a swan
I sank like a rock
But time is long gone
Past my laughingstock
And I can make the hills
The system is shot
I’m living on pills
For which I thank G-d
She said she was a maiden
That wasn’t what I heard
For the sake of conversation
I took her at her word
The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts
They opened to me urgently
Like lilies from the dead
Behind a fine embroidery
Her nipples rose like bread
Then I took of my necktie
And she took of her dress
My belt and pistol set aside
We tore away the rest
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Her thighs they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I’ve forgotten half my life
I still remember this
Now, as a man I won’t repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this, my lips are sealed forever
And for now
And soon there’s sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete
I gave her something pretty
And I waited till she laughed
I wasn’t born a gypsy
To make a women sad
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
I didn’t fall in love of course
It’s never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through
When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On that night of Santiago
And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn’t
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
