Sunday, February 11, 2018

Guari Dixit writes



Songs

Will you sing my song
On those nights long
When sleep keeps away
And far is the day

The dark is in its prime
And winds play rhyme
Your own shadow scares you
Darker than midnight blue

Will you sing my song
With your voice so strong
Let it pierce through the years
To bring back my tears

Let dry eyes be wet
Like the last time we met
My loneliness will get a companion
Of the waning Moon hanging by the aging banyan

Will you sing my song
Louder than the gong
Let my story be told
Alike to young and old

They may forget my name
But you will get the fame
The man with a golden voice
In his songs the world rejoiced
Image result for banyan moon paintings

2 comments:

  1. Tower of Song

    Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
    I ache in the places where I used to play
    And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
    I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song

    I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?
    Hank Williams hasn't answered yet
    But I hear him coughing all night long
    Oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song

    I was born like this, I had no choice
    I was born with the gift of a golden voice
    And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
    They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song

    So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
    I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all
    I'm standing by the window where the light is strong
    Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song

    Now, you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure
    The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
    And there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong
    You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song

    I see you standing on the other side
    I don't know how the river got so wide
    I loved you baby, way back when
    And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed
    But I feel so close to everything that we lost
    We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again

    Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back
    They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track
    But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone
    I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song

    Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is gray
    I ache in the places where I used to play
    And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on
    I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song

    --Leonard Cohen

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  2. Thank you dear Duane, it is a beautiful song. The picture is haunting.

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