Pai Leonardo

O maior dos poetas que também cantam voltou.
À terceira é que parece que é de vez, e hoje será mesmo a última vez que Leonard Cohen, e a maravilhosa banda que o acompanha ao vivo, toca em Portugal.

A sua World Tour iniciou-se em Julho de 2008 no UK e conta já perto de 250 concertos. Um feito para qualquer um, mas algo impressionante para um homem de 75 anos.
Ainda irá continuar até final do ano pelos antípodas, para terminar em Dezembro em Las Vegas.

Para quem não viu, é a última hipótese de ver um dos maiores artistas da história da música e um dos maiores poetas vivos. Para quem já viu, já sabe o espectáculo que o espera.

"The Future" @ O2 Arena (London 2009)

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every other living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant.

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I was the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's RIDING crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and a white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'.

Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...