Cohen-natt

Jag har en stark känsla av att det här kommer bli en klassisk Cohen-natt.

Startar upp lite lugnt med Paper-Thin Hotel. Sen blir det till att gräva ner sig i texter om bedragna män. Lite vin och en cigg hade ju inte suttit fel, men det får bli en annan natt. Te går jag på istället tror jag.

The walls of this hotel are paper-thin
Last night I heard you making love to him
The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb
The grunt of unity when he came in

I listened to your kisses at the door
I never heard the world so clear before
You ran your bath and you began to sing
I felt so good I couldn’t feel a thing

And I can’t wait to tell you to your face
And I can’t wait for you to take my place
You are The Naked Angel In My Heart
You are The Woman With Her Legs Apart
It’s written on the walls of this hotel
You go to heaven once you’ve been to hell

I stood there with my ear against the wall
I was not seized by jealousy at all
In fact a burden lifted from my soul
I learned that love was out of my control

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