Leonard Cohen & Judy Collins - "Suzanne"
Como lembrou o amigo Sancho, há memórias que são efectivamente perenes. E a memória é tudo e o passado, seja ele bom ou mau, pertence-nos. É propriedade nossa, ninguém nos tira. E Cohen... ah Cohen tem o condão de transportar-me para um passado longínquo mas feliz.
terça-feira, abril 22
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Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that shes half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from china
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes you hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From salvation army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
Lindo!!!!
Beijo!
Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that shes half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from china
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes you hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From salvation army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
Lindo!!!!
Beijo!
Costumava ouvir, na minha adolescência, o álbum "Songs Of Love & Hate" do Leonard Cohen, de uma maneira muito peculiar: costumava ir para a levada dos tornos, sozinho, de auscultadores nos ouvidos, em dias cinzentos! Estava à procura do primeiro emprego, sem dinheiro... enfim, todos os ingredientes de um cenário sorumbático e depressivo. As músicas pareciam uma catarse, um apaziguar da dor ("You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn to serve me well") - ainda sinto arrepios ao escrever isto, como se todas as emoções viessem ao de cima! - ou um despertar para a dureza da vida. Era um aspirante a soldado no exército, e estava acagaçado com a ideia de ser obrigado a ir para a tropa ("And though I wear a uniform, I was not born to fight") e não sabia sequer por onde começar a procurar um emprego ("You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend. On the back of every magazine
there are those coupons you can send.") e este álbum foi, de facto, uma salvação, um manual de sobrevivência! Marcou-me imenso para toda a vida! Oiço sempre Leonard Cohen com uma admiração e um prazer inexprimíveis!
Não é dos músicos que mais gosto. Mas esta música é de facto linda!
bela escolha:)
jocas maradas de sons
Companheira, no teu caso, Cohen traz memórias passadas. Ainda bem, é bom recordar. Mas Cohen merece também ser ouvido apenas porque sim. Por isso é que fiquei a chafurdar no teu charco, enquanto durou toda a música.
abraço
Um grande Homem e uma das melhores músicas dele.
Irritante isso de uma "gaja" com espírito crítico e que ainda por cima tem bom gosto!!!
;o)
gosto muito.
um gajo até fica calmo e serenado depois de ouvir este maravilhoso amigo.
beijos e abraços
Passado longínquo... hmmmm, curioso.
Não cansa ouvir Cohen.
Um arquipélago de abraços
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