Suzanne - Leonard Cohen


Los años no pasan en balde para nadie y 'Suzanne', la dama medio loca que paseaba de la mano de Leonard Cohen por la orilla de un río vistiendo ropas viejas del Ejército de Salvación, cumple este 2011 44 años.
Leonard Cohen, que nació en Montreal en 1934, tras abandonar su primer grupo, un trío country-western llamado The Buckskin Boys y publicar sus primeros libros de poesía, viajó por Europa a principios de los años 60. Incluso vivió una larga temporada en Grecia, para regresar a Estados Unidos y grabar su primer disco en 1967, 'The Songs of Leonard Cohen', con canciones como 'Suzanne', 'The stranger song', 'Sisters of mercy' y 'So long,

En 1988 tocó en el Jazz Festival de San Sebastián y en Youtube he encontrado esta joya, el concierto a completo:


LEONARD COHEN - San Sebastian 1988

En el 1:31:42 encontrareis Suzanne, una de las canciones más bellas de Leonard.

Yo tuve la "suerte"  de asistir a su no concierto de Valencia en 2010... a la media hora de empezar, se desmayo en el escenario... fue impresionante... en fin por lo menos no fue nada serio...


Letra:

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's 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 your 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 you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

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