The moon's too bright, the chain's too tight, the Beast won't go to sleep...

Farewell to the Man.

    Farewell to the Man that sang like the sound of your heart breaking, farewell to the Lord of Word. Angels and Demons alike sob amongst the dying light, and Music Itself has grown a little discordant.

   

    Farewell Sweet Old Man, how tenderly my voice breaks -even if I hardly knew you. For one song was enough to rattle my soul, two were enough to make me cry in delight. Three made me love you.

    

    All that is left now is to dream the dreams, howl your song to tear driven moons. There's nothing more than to remember the tears. Goodbye Sweet Old Man, He of the Black Velvet Voice, sing to Our Lord tonight and teach him how to love us.

    And to all the Lovers in their beds; to all the Poor Men that cry and the Women who give them Madness; to all those like me, who crave drowned in dryed tears: Do Not Despair. For there He is, impeccably dressed; growling the notes, purring his big cat-like Song. And if she wants a Lover, you´ll still be anything she wants you to.

    Farewell, Leonard Cohen. Tonight you sing higher and deeper than ever. And I´ll die with you a little as well.

"Ah remember me, I used to live for music

Remember me, I brought your groceries in

Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded

First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin". Leonard Cohen. First We Take Manhattan.

"And clenching your fist for the ones like us

Who are opressed by the figures of beauty

You fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,

we are ugly but we have the music". Leonard Cohen. Chelsea Hotel #2.

Leonard Cohen

 1934 - 2016