Sometimes we need a sad song

Leonard Cohen

Well, sometimes we need a sad song. Sometimes we need a sad song and that’s okay because sometimes we follow Leonard Cohen’s voice to a broken-hearted place, but very gently he escorts us and he let’s us stay a while, in that heartbroken place, and then in time he guides us out again and everything seems a little clearer and shinier than before and then we don’t need a sad song for a while. And that is the way it is. And that is the way should ever be. Leonard provides us with a necessary service because sometimes we just need a sad song. Thank you, Leonard, wherever you are.

Love Susie, with a bit of the husband!

It Seems So Long Ago, Nancy

The morning had not come
Nancy was alone
Looking at the late, late show
Through a semi-precious stone
In the house of honesty
Her father was on trial
In the house of mystery
There was no one at all
There was no one there at all

It seems so long ago
None of us were very strong
Nancy wore green stockings
And she slept with everyone
She never said she'd wait for us
Even though she was alone
I think she fell in love for us
In nineteen sixty one
In nineteen sixty one

The morning would not come
Nancy was alone
A forty-five beside her head
An open telephone
We told her she was beautiful
We all told her she was free
But none of us could meet her in
The house of mystery
The house of mystery

And now you look around you
See her everywhere
Many use her body
Many comb her hair
In the hollow of the night
When you are cold and numb
You'll hear her talking freely then
She's happy that you've come
She's happy that you've come


Leonard Cohen