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So you know

Leonard Cohen is dead and everything is terrible beyond measure, but if you want my up to the minute ranting and raving and bad jokes and dog pics, Twitter's the best place to find me right now. I will still post here, obviously, that won't change, but I live on Twitter.

@ursulav if you're over there.

I can't believe Leonard Cohen's dead and I think listening to Hallelujah on repeat in the studio is a really bad idea but no, Everybody Knows is way worse, and I don't know what to do about anything and nothing is fixable but we are all in this together and you're not alone.

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I read the first handful of words in your post and I tilted my head to the heavens and offered it my lonely, "Nooooooooooooooooo!" full of whatever feelings I still have left as I consider all that has been lost in just a couple days.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah, give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah, when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

I picture Ancient Hero in a bed,
hearing the Trumpot
and folding his hands in a stately fashion and simply going,
"Fuck it."

Edited at 2016-11-11 02:57 am (UTC)

I'm listening to a playlist of his songs on YouTube. I need to weep right now, and doing so while dancing to "Take This Waltz" is the best way I know how.

My FB feed is flooded with tributes to Cohen. I didn't really appreciate him until just a few years ago. It's so sad.

Things just keep getting worse this year.

I am devastated. What a loss.

oh FUCK THIS NOISE. Look at that, I found my rage. Fuck this year and fuck this country, I am going to DO SOMETHING and the bigots can choke on it. I'm still utterly despairing, but dammit I'm here to do my part now.

May his righteous memory be for a blessing.

He's spent his past three albums preparing us for this, and stated he was ready on his most recent (ultimate) album.
I'm sorry I missed him when he came through town. But the scalpers bought all the tickets and we could not afford what they were asking.
He got his threescore and ten, and a lot more besides, and he made peace with his demons before the release of Old Ideas.

עליו השלום

No twitter account, though I'm only sad for this - I wouldn't really want one otherwise.

Edited at 2016-11-11 04:05 am (UTC)

You can bring her tweets up as a static timeline in a webpage, and read backwards. That's what I do. No way to /interact/, but....when I really want to do that, I just come back to her most recent blog post and comment there. I suspect I am very confusing >_>

Feeling gutted over this. David Attenborough better stay healthy. I don't think I can take anymore.

Fortunately for all of us, he left instructions.


I find myself playing the first two Leonard Cohen songs I ever heard, which was under very strange circumstances; but they are "Sisters of Mercy" and "Suzanne." At the moment this is less harrowing than the major works.


My heart is so broken over and over... I try and remember his words "there is a crack in everything... thats how the light gets in..."

I send kindhearted thoughts and stalwart wishes your way... Your words and writing help sustain me, and the one bright respite yesterday for me was reading Summer in Orcus

*double fuckfingers aloft*

This year continues to be a drumpfster fire of epic proportion. I'm drinking to forget, but also drinking to his memory. Red wine seemed apropos.

Do see Daniel Kahn's Yiddish cover of Hallelujah. It was exactly what I needed to hear last night.

2016 has struck again...

Iadded you as a friend so I could follow your journal.

I can't stop listening to You Want It Darker. I feel at the very least, that he was at some sort of peace when he went. Very glad I saw him in concert a few years before, he is one hell of a musician and preformer.

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin,
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in,
Touch me with your naked hand, touch me with your glove
And dance me
To the end of love

And those who dance begin to dance,
Those who weep, begin,
And welcome, welcome, cries a voice,
Let all my guests come in!

There's an attic where children are playing
Where I've got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the midst of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, y'know"

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty seven angels from the great beyond,
They tied me to this table in Tower of Song

Take this longing from my tongue,
Whatever useless things these hands have done
Let me see your beauty broken down
Like you would do for the one you love

Ah, we're lonely, we're romantic,
And the cider's laced with acid
And the Holy Spirit's crying "Where's the beef"
And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant
With a mighty expectation of relief

It's coming from the sorrow in 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 kneel to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here and the desert far away,
Democracy is coming to the USA.
Sail on, sail on, ye mighty ship of state,
To the shores of need,
Past the reefs of greed,
Through the squalls of hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

There is a crack in everything.
It's how the light gets in.


I already had Cohen's "Democracy" on my mind in the recent weeks and then this ... "he left instructions" indeed

As I was driving around today, stations kept putting his songs on, and every time I was crying by the second line...

This week’s full of fun. A motorcycle show at the end of the week—Saturday morning=a fun day.
Boy, am I looking forward to it!
I hope the weather cooperates for us to be able to go outside to see the cool bikes and cars. I ❤ seeing old cars, even if I really don’t know much about bikes and cars to begin with. Leading up to the fun day—what could go on before then?

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