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Leonard CohenPerjantai 04.12.2009 16:22

I asked my father,
I said, "Father change my name."
The one I'm using now it's covered up
with fear and filth and cowardice and shame.

He said, "I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
or to make some woman smile."

"Then let me start again," I cried,
"please let me start again,
I want a face that's fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm."

"I never never turned aside," he said,
"I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
it was you who covered up my face."

And may the spirit of this song,
may it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
a shield against the enemy.

elämäniKeskiviikko 25.11.2009 00:35



ilman et tää jätkä ei ois tuottanu bowien low levyy ja tehny tätä biisii ei varmaankaa olis joy divisioni soundii keksittykkää! arvostan!



nimestä voi päätellä tulevan warsawin nousun! BERLIINI!!!
Yksi hienoimmista ihmisistä ikinä!

0)))Tiistai 24.11.2009 15:28

awwMaanantai 23.11.2009 16:27

I likeKeskiviikko 18.11.2009 17:26

Tykkään ku puhutte tosi lujaa ja kerrotte mitä tiedätte

I have not sold myself to godKeskiviikko 18.11.2009 00:48

I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem in heart I am an American in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway the layers the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God.

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