Leonard Cohen's lyrics are perhaps the most poetic in early folk music. Here he pays the price for solitude and selfishness. | Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my own way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons just for thee. And if I've been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. And if I've been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everybody who reached out for me. But I swear by this song and by all I have done wrong I am about to make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, and he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." I saw a woman leaning in her darkened door, she said, "Why not ask for more?" Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my own way to be free | To order the album or just to get in touch, e-mail Lou at lou@yeidel.co.uk You can also write to:
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