Leonard Cohen, 1970s (Photo by Graham Bezant/Toronto Star via Getty Images)
Leonard Cohen, Hydra, Greece, 1983 by Dominique Issermann
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“I would like to remind the management that the drinks are watered and the hat-check girl has syphilis and the band is composed of former SS monsters However since it is New Year’s Eve and I have lip cancer I will place my paper hat on my concussion and dance.”
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Leonard Cohen, “The Music Crept By Us”
My obligatory and traditional New Year’s Eve post.
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Every year!
Happy NYE everyone!
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For it is New Year’s Eve…
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Happy end of this decade
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Another year
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How many years will I reblog this?
Leonard Cohen, Stanley Park, Vancouver, B.C., October 20, 1978. Photo by David Boswell.
How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?
Leonard Cohen, "Beautiful Losers"
Leonard Cohen on stage at the Musikhalle in Hamburg, Germany, May 4th, 1970 (Photo: K&K Ulf Kruger OHG/Redferns)
Leonard Cohen in Amsterdam, April 1972 (Photo by Gijsbert Hanekroot/Redferns)
There's no one going to Heaven
and there's no one left in Hell.
Leonard Cohen, “Roshi at 89″ in Book of Longing
Leonard Cohen at a Columbia Records press party, February 1975. Photo: Sony Music Archives
Leonard Cohen (Photo by Dick Darrell/Toronto Star via Getty Images)
fuckyeahmrleonardcohen reblogged
I would like to remind
the management
that the drinks are watered
and the hat-check girl
has syphilis
and the band is composed
of former SS monsters
However since it is
New Year’s Eve
and I have lip cancer
I will place my
paper hat on my
concussion and dance.
Leonard Cohen, “The Music Crept By Us”
My obligatory and traditional New Year’s Eve post.
(via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)
Every year!
Happy NYE everyone!
(via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)
For it is New Year’s Eve…
(via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)
Happy end of this decade
(via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)
Another year
(via fuckyeahmrleonardcohen)
The bells of noon ringing loud from the cathedral tower. Great shovelfuls of sound dumped into the graves of our activity. The sound fills up every space and every thought. The past is plugged up. Layer after layer of the present seizes us, buries us in one vast amber paperweight.
Leonard Cohen, “The Politics of This Book” in Death of a Lady’s Man
Photo: Ullstein Bild/Getty Images
This was your heart
This swarm of flies
This was once your mouth
This bowl of lies.
Leonard Cohen, “Nevermind”
Still from Ladies and Gentlemen... Mr. Leonard Cohen, 1965