Is Tower of Song the best song ever written? (1 Viewer)

[Jim Daniels]

Maybe not, but that Leonard Cohen gig tonight (Sat) was one of the highlights of my concert-going life.

Talk about living up to your expectations. It was something else

 

[ddmurph]

close ... 'one of cannot be wrong' is actually the greatest song ever written but didn't get to hear that on saturday unfortunately. still though, that gig was incredible. crowd-wise, it felt a bit like being at the galway races but fuck it

 

[ratmonkey]

crowd-wise, it felt a bit like being at the galway races but fuck it

Not sure about that, those twats yapping away behind us for most of it didn't sound like Fianna Failers or builders.

 

[ddmurph]

suits, champers and brown thomas bags ... seriously, who the fuck brings a brown thomas bag to a gig??

 

[krossie]

Brown Thomas bags were flying round at Matmos!

kp

 

[ddmurph]

Brown Thomas bags were flying round at Matmos!

kp

ha! "sad old gays" are cool though

 

[Jim Daniels]

close ... 'one of cannot be wrong' is actually the greatest song ever written

Absolutely!

ONE OF US CANNOT BE WRONG
Leonard Cohen

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me.
But the room just filled up with mosquitoes,
they heard that my body was free.
Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night
and I put it in your little shoe.
And then I confess that I tortured the dress
that you wore for the world to look through.

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I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit.
Then he wrote himself a prescription,
and your name was mentioned in it
Then he locked himself in a library shelf
with the details of our honeymoon,
and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse
and his practice is all in a ruin.

I heard of a saint who had loved you,
so I studied all night in his school.
He taught that the duty of lovers
is to tarnish the golden rule.
And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure
he drowned himself in the pool.
His body is gone but back here on the lawn
his spirit continues to drool.

An Eskimo showed me a movie
he'd recently taken of you:
the poor man could hardly stop shivering,
his lips and his fingers were blue.
I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes
and I guess he just never got warm.
But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice,
oh please let me come into the storm.​

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[Moods For Mallards]

Katie French was a huge fan.