Álbum Dear heather de Leonard Cohen - Canciones
Dear heather
2004 | 
Sello | Columbia
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El álbum Dear Heather, de 2004, es uno de los trabajos más experimentales y relajados de la última etapa de Leonard Cohen. En este disco, el artista se aleja de la estructura de la canción tradicional para explorar un formato más cercano a la poesía musicada. Por esta razón, es una obra de una gran libertad creativa.
Así pues, muchas de las piezas del álbum son poemas recitados sobre un colchón musical atmosférico y minimalista. De hecho, Leonard Cohen musica textos propios y ajenos, como un poema de Lord Byron en "Go No More A-Roving". Por consiguiente, el disco tiene un fuerte componente literario.
Además, el sonido del álbum, de nuevo con una fuerte presencia de su colaboradora Sharon Robinson, es suave y espacioso, con un aire de jazz y de música ambient. Mientras tanto, la voz de Cohen, cada vez más grave, se convierte en el centro de todo, un instrumento de una calidez y una profundidad hipnóticas.
En resumen, "Dear Heather" es un disco íntimo y poco convencional, una obra que quizás no es para todos los públicos, pero que ofrece una fascinante visión del proceso creativo de un artista que, hasta el final, nunca dejó de explorar las fronteras entre la música y la palabra.
Listado de canciones del álbum Dear heather
- Go no more a-rovingVer letra 3:43
[X]letra de Go no more a-roving
[Dedicated to Irving Layton]
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon. - Because ofVer letra 3:03
[X]letra de Because of
Because of a few songs
Wherein I spoke of their mystery,
Women have been
Exceptionally kind
To my old age.
They make a secret place
In their busy lives
And they take me there.
They become naked
In their different ways
And they say,
"Look at me, Leonard
Look at me one last time."
Then they bend over the bed
And cover me up
Like a baby that is shivering. - The lettersVer letra 4:48
[X]letra de The letters
You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you've got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
You're reading them again,
The ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who's coming next. - UndertowVer letra 4:22
[X]letra de Undertow
I set out one night
When the tide was low
There were signs in the sky
But I did not know
I'd be caught in the grip
Of the undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl
- Morning gloryVer letra 3:32
[X]letra de Morning glory
No words this time?
No words.
No, there are times when nothing can be done.
Not this time.
Is it censorship?
Is it censorship? No, it's evaporation.
No, it's evaporation.
Is this leading somewhere?
Yes. We're going down the lane.
Is this going somewhere?
Into the garden.
Into the backyard.
We're walking down the driveway.
Are we moving towards
We're in the backyard, some transcendental moment?
It's almost light. That's right. That's it.
Are we moving towards some transcendental moment?
That's right. That's it.
Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?
Yes. Do you think you can pull it off?
Yes, it might happen. I'm all ears.
I'm all ears. Oh the morning glory! - On that dayVer letra 2:06
[X]letra de On that day
Some people say
It's what we deserve
For sins against g-d
For crimes in the world
I wouldn't know
I'm just holding the fort
Since that day
They wounded New York
Some people say
They hate us of old
Our women unveiled
Our slaves and our gold
I wouldn't know
I'm just holding the fort
But answer me this
I won't take you to court
Did you go crazy
Or did you report
On that day
On that day
They wounded New York
- Villanelle for our timeVer letra 5:57
[X]letra de Villanelle for our time
From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.
- There for youVer letra 4:39
[X]letra de There for you
When it all went down
And the pain came through
I get it now
I was there for you
Don't ask me how
I know it's true
I get it now
I was there for you
I make my plans
Like I always do
But when I look back
I was there for you
I walk the streets
Like I used to do
And I freeze with fear
But I'm there for you
I see my life
In full review
It was never me
It was always you
You sent me here
You sent me there
Breaking things
I can't repair
Making objects
Out of thoughts
Making more
By thinking not
Eating food
And drinking wine
A body that
I thought was mine
Dressed as Arab
Dressed as Jew
O mask of iron
I was there for you
Moods of glory
Moods so foul
The world comes through
A bloody towel
And death is old
But it's always new
I freeze with fear
And I'm there for you
I see it clear
I always knew
It was never me
I was there for you
I was there for you
My darling one
And by your law
It all was done - Dear heatherVer letra 3:43
[X]letra de Dear heather
Dear Heather
Please walk by me again
With a drink in your hand
And your legs all white
From the winter
- NightingaleVer letra 2:30
[X]letra de Nightingale
I built my house beside the wood
So I could hear you singing
And it was sweet and it was good
And love was all beginning
Fare thee well my nightingale
'Twas long ago I found you
Now all your songs of beauty fail
The forest closes 'round you
The sun goes down behind a veil
'Tis now that you would call me
So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly
Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Tho' you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you
- To a teacherVer letra 2:35
[X]letra de To a teacher
[Dedicated to A. M. Klein (1909-1972)]
Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the held-high
Razor, shivering every ram and son?
And now the silent loony bin, where
The shadows live in the rafters like
Day-weary bats,
Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
Lures them to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone wall
Your tiny limp.
How can I leave you in such a house?
Are there no more saints and wizards
To praise their ways with pupils,
No more evil to stun with the slap
Of a wet red tongue?
Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
And rest because he had finally come?
Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this dark roof
As fearlessly as an honoured son
Enters his father's house.
- The faithVer letra 4:20
[X]letra de The faith
The sea so deep and blind
The sun, the wild regret
The club, the wheel, the mind,
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The club, the wheel, the mind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
These words you can't forget
Your vow, your holy place
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
O love, aren't you tired yet?
A cross on every hill
A star, a minaret
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The sea so deep and blind
Where still the sun must set
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
El álbum Dear Heather, de 2004, es uno de los trabajos más experimentales y relajados de la última etapa de Leonard Cohen. En este disco, el artista se aleja de la estructura de la canción tradicional para explorar un formato más cercano a la poesía musicada. Por esta razón, es una obra de una gran libertad creativa.
Así pues, muchas de las piezas del álbum son poemas recitados sobre un colchón musical atmosférico y minimalista. De hecho, Leonard Cohen musica textos propios y ajenos, como un poema de Lord Byron en "Go No More A-Roving". Por consiguiente, el disco tiene un fuerte componente literario.
Además, el sonido del álbum, de nuevo con una fuerte presencia de su colaboradora Sharon Robinson, es suave y espacioso, con un aire de jazz y de música ambient. Mientras tanto, la voz de Cohen, cada vez más grave, se convierte en el centro de todo, un instrumento de una calidez y una profundidad hipnóticas.
En resumen, "Dear Heather" es un disco íntimo y poco convencional, una obra que quizás no es para todos los públicos, pero que ofrece una fascinante visión del proceso creativo de un artista que, hasta el final, nunca dejó de explorar las fronteras entre la música y la palabra.
[X]
[Dedicated to Irving Layton]letra de Go no more a-roving
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
[X]
Because of a few songsletra de Because of
Wherein I spoke of their mystery,
Women have been
Exceptionally kind
To my old age.
They make a secret place
In their busy lives
And they take me there.
They become naked
In their different ways
And they say,
"Look at me, Leonard
Look at me one last time."
Then they bend over the bed
And cover me up
Like a baby that is shivering.
[X]
You never liked to getletra de The letters
The letters that I sent.
But now you've got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
You're reading them again,
The ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who's coming next.
[X]
I set out one nightletra de Undertow
When the tide was low
There were signs in the sky
But I did not know
I'd be caught in the grip
Of the undertow
Ditched on a beach
Where the sea hates to go
With a child in my arms
And a chill in my soul
And my heart the shape
Of a begging bowl
[X]
No words this time? letra de Morning glory
No words.
No, there are times when nothing can be done.
Not this time.
Is it censorship?
Is it censorship? No, it's evaporation.
No, it's evaporation.
Is this leading somewhere?
Yes. We're going down the lane.
Is this going somewhere?
Into the garden.
Into the backyard.
We're walking down the driveway.
Are we moving towards
We're in the backyard, some transcendental moment?
It's almost light. That's right. That's it.
Are we moving towards some transcendental moment?
That's right. That's it.
Do you think you'll be able to pull it off?
Yes. Do you think you can pull it off?
Yes, it might happen. I'm all ears.
I'm all ears. Oh the morning glory!
[X]
Some people sayletra de On that day
It's what we deserve
For sins against g-d
For crimes in the world
I wouldn't know
I'm just holding the fort
Since that day
They wounded New York
Some people say
They hate us of old
Our women unveiled
Our slaves and our gold
I wouldn't know
I'm just holding the fort
But answer me this
I won't take you to court
Did you go crazy
Or did you report
On that day
On that day
They wounded New York
[X]
From bitter searching of the heart,letra de Villanelle for our time
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.
[X]
When it all went downletra de There for you
And the pain came through
I get it now
I was there for you
Don't ask me how
I know it's true
I get it now
I was there for you
I make my plans
Like I always do
But when I look back
I was there for you
I walk the streets
Like I used to do
And I freeze with fear
But I'm there for you
I see my life
In full review
It was never me
It was always you
You sent me here
You sent me there
Breaking things
I can't repair
Making objects
Out of thoughts
Making more
By thinking not
Eating food
And drinking wine
A body that
I thought was mine
Dressed as Arab
Dressed as Jew
O mask of iron
I was there for you
Moods of glory
Moods so foul
The world comes through
A bloody towel
And death is old
But it's always new
I freeze with fear
And I'm there for you
I see it clear
I always knew
It was never me
I was there for you
I was there for you
My darling one
And by your law
It all was done
[X]
Dear Heatherletra de Dear heather
Please walk by me again
With a drink in your hand
And your legs all white
From the winter
[X]
I built my house beside the woodletra de Nightingale
So I could hear you singing
And it was sweet and it was good
And love was all beginning
Fare thee well my nightingale
'Twas long ago I found you
Now all your songs of beauty fail
The forest closes 'round you
The sun goes down behind a veil
'Tis now that you would call me
So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly
Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Tho' you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you
[X]
[Dedicated to A. M. Klein (1909-1972)]letra de To a teacher
Hurt once and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to prove it.
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the held-high
Razor, shivering every ram and son?
And now the silent loony bin, where
The shadows live in the rafters like
Day-weary bats,
Until the turning mind, a radar signal,
Lures them to exaggerate
Mountain-size on the white stone wall
Your tiny limp.
How can I leave you in such a house?
Are there no more saints and wizards
To praise their ways with pupils,
No more evil to stun with the slap
Of a wet red tongue?
Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror
And rest because he had finally come?
Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this dark roof
As fearlessly as an honoured son
Enters his father's house.
[X]
The sea so deep and blindletra de The faith
The sun, the wild regret
The club, the wheel, the mind,
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The club, the wheel, the mind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
These words you can't forget
Your vow, your holy place
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
O love, aren't you tired yet?
A cross on every hill
A star, a minaret
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The sea so deep and blind
Where still the sun must set
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
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