dance me to the end of love

leonard was in towne..
the man with the golden voice..

he was one of my main squeezes in the sixties..
southern california..sunset strip..
whiskey a-go-go ~

we painted houses..interiors.. for a living -
when i was in theatre school..
my boyfriend and i..

we listened to leonard constantly..
we always did the trim first..
don't ask me why..
we waited a day while that dried
and before we left each house
we would paint a quote or two or six
of leonard's on the walls..

love is the only engine of survival..

there is a crack in everything ~
that's how the light gets in..

i have tried in my way to be free..

hallelujah!

i love your solitude; i love your pride..

i shall abide until
i am spoken for ~

the clients loved us..
begged us to fill their walls with more leonard..
they'd wait for the paint..please and thanks..
for a week.. or two..

the concert was a love-fest
the oldies and the goodies..
we were the oldies...the music - the goodies..

here's the review:

Leonard Cohen, the gloomy Canadian troubadour 

who so masterfully conflates the sacred and the profane, 

performed more than three-and-a-half hours 

to a packed house at Seattle's KeyArena Friday, Nov. 9.


http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/musicnightlife/2019652128_cr11cohen.html

there are children in the morning 
they are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever  ~