tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post6819712425068801839..comments2024-01-26T21:38:25.924-08:00Comments on Duane's PoeTree: Guari Dixit writesDuanesPoeTreehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post-8238843996122425132018-02-18T09:52:55.808-08:002018-02-18T09:52:55.808-08:00Thank you dear Duane, it is a beautiful song. The ...Thank you dear Duane, it is a beautiful song. The picture is haunting.Gauri Dixithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338001346551333317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3407624264627208128.post-30574392911072469962018-02-11T14:44:04.224-08:002018-02-11T14:44:04.224-08:00Tower of Song
Well, my friends are gone and my ha...Tower of Song<br /><br />Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey<br />I ache in the places where I used to play<br />And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on<br />I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song<br /><br />I said to Hank Williams, how lonely does it get?<br />Hank Williams hasn't answered yet<br />But I hear him coughing all night long<br />Oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song<br /><br />I was born like this, I had no choice<br />I was born with the gift of a golden voice<br />And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond<br />They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song<br /><br />So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll<br />I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all<br />I'm standing by the window where the light is strong<br />Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song<br /><br />Now, you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure<br />The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor<br />And there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong<br />You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song<br /><br />I see you standing on the other side<br />I don't know how the river got so wide<br />I loved you baby, way back when<br />And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed<br />But I feel so close to everything that we lost<br />We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again<br /><br />Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back<br />They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track<br />But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone<br />I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song<br /><br />Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is gray<br />I ache in the places where I used to play<br />And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on<br />I'm just paying my rent every day in the Tower of Song<br /><br />--Leonard CohenDuanesPoeTreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17053093400086634552noreply@blogger.com