Showing posts with label Leonard Cohen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Leonard Cohen. Show all posts

Monday, September 21, 2009

Best Selling UK Download Ever No 7

Hallelujah - Alexandra Burke


Jeff Buckley

Leonard Cohen

Friday, May 15, 2009

Goodbye



An oldie but really does warm your heart

Saturday, April 11, 2009

US

I left my heart in San Francisco - Tony Bennett



Chuck Berry & (John Lennon and Yoko Ono) - Memphis Tennessee

Chuck has lost contact with Marie - a sweetheart because 'her mom did not agree'. Only at the last do we realise the girl he's trying to phone is his six-year old daughter.

First We Take Manhattan - Leonard Cohen

- 'the seductiveness of extremism' - from the man himself

Flying Burrito Brothers - Sin City

LA -'This ol' town's filled with sin, it will swallow you...'

Boulder to Birmingham - Emmylou Harris
Links with the previous one - ode to Gram Parsons

Friday, February 20, 2009

The Jungle Line - H. Hancock, L. Cohen, Joni Mitchell

New York Jungle I (The Jungle Line - H. Hancock & L. Cohen)


Herbie Hancock and Leonard Cohen from the superb 2007 tribute album, "River: The Joni Letters" which won the 2008 Grammy Award for Album of the Year, only the second jazz album to win the award. This is a fantastic album!

Safaris to the heart of all that jazz
Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes
The mathematic circuits of the modern nights
Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews
Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine
Through Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue
Through savage progress cuts the jungle line

In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer
Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear
Those cannibals-of shuck and jive
They'll eat a working girl like her alive
With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand
He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines
And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band
He hangs it up above the jungle line

The jungle line, the jungle line
Screaming in a ritual of sound and time
Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind
And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in
Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke
Coy and bitchy, wild and fine
And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats
Charging, chanting down the jungle line

There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb
There's a poppy snake in a dressing room
Poppy poison-poppy tourniquet
It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit
And metal skin and ivory birds
Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines
They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge
Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line

River: The Joni Letters
River: The Joni Letters by Herbie Hancok

Friday, December 26, 2008