See also – Sincerely, L. Cohen
Like many who owe a pleasure as unexpected as it was precious – seeing a septuagenarian Leonard Cohen in concert – to the former manager and lover who stole all his money to force him back on the road and discover he still liked it there, I was at Manchester Opera House in November 2008 for a flawless three hour gig punctuated by calls for personal favourites. Thank you, said their creator, ever the gentleman, for reminding me of songs I’d forgotten I wrote.
Here are ten of the songs less remembered. They aren’t necessarily my favourites, from a canon that spans six decades, but all resonate with me. I know them by heart and have turned to them repeatedly over the years for spiritual sustenance, though most have fallen by the wayside for all but dyed in the wool Cohenista.
Ah you hate to watch another tired man lay down his hand like he was giving up the holy game of poker – Stranger Song from Songs of Leonard Cohen, 1966, his first album, which also features the more famous Suzanne, So Long Marianne and Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye.
To all of my architects, let me be traitor – Old Revolution from his second album, Songs from a Room, 1969, best known now for Bird on the Wire though at the time many would have chosen Story of Isaac or The Partisan.
Everything will happen if he only gives the word. The lovers will rise up and the mountains touch the ground – Last Year’s Man, from Songs of Love and Hate, 1971. The darkness of this his third album made it a commercial flop to jeopardise his CBS contract and cement a reputation for songs to slit your wrists to. The likes of Dress Rehearsal Rag and Let’s Sing Another Song Boys didn’t help, but the album has the sublime Joan of Arc, worth a mention since the Jennifer Warnes version on a splendid album of Cohen covers – its title, Famous Blue Raincoat, taken from another Song of Love and Hate – did much to revive his career.
The night comes on and it’s very calm. As I lie in her arms she says ‘when I’m gone I’ll be yours: yours for a song’ – Night Comes On, from Various Positions, 1985, whose better known songs – Dance Me to the End of Love, the unconditional surrender of If It Be Your Will and his monumental Hallelujah – marked a return to form he’d never lose again.
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you, in a chair with a dead magazine, in the cave at the tip of the lily, in some hallway where love’s never been – Take this Waltz from I’m Your Man, 1988. The fifty-something Cohen now had a voice to match a gravitas that had always been present in his songs, a voice likened by one critic to a boulder rolling down a mountain. I’m Your Man brought its most aired songs – First We Take Manhattan, the title offering and Tower of Song (I was born like this, I had no choice: I was born with the gift of a golden voice) – to new audiences …
… and also features I Can’t Forget – I’ll be there today with a big bouquet of cactus. I got this rig that runs on memories. And I promise, cross my heart, they’ll never catch us – but if they do you can tell them it was me.
This ain’t exactly prison but you’ll never be forgiven for whatever you’ve done with the keys – Light as the Breeze from The Future, 1992, best remembered for the title song (give me back the Berlin Wall, give me Stalin and St Paul, give me Christ or give me Hiroshima), Democracy (it’s coming from the feel that this ain’t exactly real, or it’s real but it ain’t exactly there) and a Closing Time that had my young daughter ask me what Johnny Walker wisdom is.
When the hunger for your touch rises from the hunger … Because of a few songs wherein he spoke of their mystery, women had been exceptionally kind to the man who penned this exquisite line from You Have Loved Enough on Ten New Songs, 2001, its pop rhythms and drum machine beat foil to greater depth yet – not that his worst enemy could have called him shallow – in his work. (I was tempted to choose Alexandra Leaving, one of the most finely crafted poems ever set to music, from this album but deemed it too well known.)
You’re reading them again, the ones you didn’t burn. You press them to your lips, my pages of concern – The Letters from Dear Heather, 2004. This quiet gem slipped under the radar even for many Cohen fans. His voice a terminal smoker’s whisper, a songster always reliant on female vocalists now all but hands the reins to them. On many songs, like Morning Glory and the haunting Undertow, his own contribution is a barely audible rasp: that, and the minimalist eloquence of words from the heart by a man who told the truth and didn’t come to fool us.
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name. Vilified, crucified, in the human frame. A million candles burning for the help that never came. You want it darker – hineni, hineni, I’m ready, my lord – You Want it Darker, from the 2016 album of the same name. Final surrender of the man who, fifty years earlier in the first song listed above, had told of a card dealing no-good reaching to the sky to do just that. And hineni, hineni? That’s Hebrew for his here I am (My Lord) – just months before slipping into the night at closing time.