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Democracy

by Leonard Cohen It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feels that it ain't exactly real, or it's real, but it ain't exactly there. From the wars against disorder, from the sirens night and day, from the fires of the homeless, from the ashes of the gay: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming through a crack in the wall, on a visionary flood of alcohol; from the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount which I don't pretend to understand at all. It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay, from the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming from the sorrow on the street the holy places where the races meet; from the homicidal bitchin' that goes down in every kitchen to determine who will serve and who will eat. From the wells of disappointment where the women

In Memory of Leonard Cohen

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I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can’t seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much. There’s no one in sight. And we’re still making love In my secret life. Leonard Cohen (September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016)

“The Land Of Plenty”

by Leonard Cohen Dont really know who sent me To raise my voice and say: May the lights in the land of plenty Shine on the truth some day. I dont know why I come here, Knowing as I do, What you really think of me, What I really think of you. For the millions in a prison, That wealth has set apart, For the christ who has not risen, From the caverns of the heart. For the innermost decision, That we cannot but obey - For whats left of our religion, I lift my voice and pray: May the lights in the land of plenty Shine on the truth some day.