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The Old Automat On 23rd St.
I wondered into the Automat
Wearing a kind of religious hat
The meatballs were round
And the pancakes were flat
I asked G-d in heaven
To keep it like that
I am this thing that needs to sing
I love to sing
to my beloved's other thing
and to my own dear sweet g-d
I love to sing to him and her
and to my baby's lower fur...
The Paris Sky
The Paris sky
is blue and bright
I want to fly
with all my might
Her legs are long
her heart is high
The chains are strong
and so am I
Need The Speed
need the speed
need the wine
need the pleasure
in my spine
need your hand
to pull me out
need your juices
on my snout...
Out of the thousand
who are known
or who want to be known
as poets
maybe one or two
are genuine
and the rest are fakes
hanging around the sacred precints
trying to look like the real thing
Needless to say
I am one of the fakes
and this is my story
                   Leonard Cohen

15 Mar 08

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 — unknown

dance me to the end of love...
: )
 — fractalcore

let's dance and sing...
 — unknown

the middle was the best part (L15-L32). the rest... was just all right.
 — unknown

it's all Leonard Cohen
 — unknown

Kurt Cobain liked Leonard Cohen.

i like him, too.
maybe i'm becoming an old man.
: )
 — fractalcore

per Animal House, mad and medicated is no way to go through life...
 — poetbill