The Tower of Song

Welcome to The Tower of Song.I have chosen the title The Tower of Song as the title of my blog, because it is the title of a song written by Leonard Cohen. I believe Leonard Cohen to be one of the great songwriters of this, or for that matter any generation. This blog is dedicated to songwriters, some new some old, some known and some unknown. The posts will be about those songwriters, about their songs, about our songs..."you see you here these funny voices In the tower of song."
 
"Tower Of Song"
 
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey 
I ache in the places where I used to play 
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on 
I'm just paying my rent every day 
Oh in the Tower of Song 
I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get? 
Hank Williams hasn't answered yet 
But I hear him coughing all night long 
A hundred floors above me 
In the Tower of Song 

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 right here 
In the Tower of Song 

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll 
I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all 
I'm standing by the window where the light is strong 
Ah they don't let a woman kill you 
Not in the Tower of Song 

Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure 
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor 
And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong 
You see, you hear these funny voices 
In the Tower of Song 

I see you standing on the other side 
I don't know how the river got so wide 
I loved you baby, way back when 
And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed 
But I feel so close to everything that we lost 
We'll never have to lose it again 

Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back 
There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track 
But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone 
I'll be speaking to you sweetly 
From a window in the Tower of Song 

Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey 
I ache in the places where I used to play 
And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on 
I'm just paying my rent every day 
Oh in the Tower of Song

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