Müzikal Jöürniğ - 1

Kaç zamandır aklımdaydı Leonard Cohen'i şöyle iyice bir araştırmak. Famous Blue Raincoat, Suzanne, Dance Me To The End of Love...


Kaybeden bir adam. Çirkin, kaybeden. Görkemli Kaybedenler diye bir kitabı var zaten. Güzel bir adam yine de. Janis Joplin'in kaldığı dönemlerde Chelsea Otelinde kalmış. Sanırım bu otelde birlikte olmuşlar, bir sürü dedikodu var ortalıkta. Devam ettikçe bakınmaya; Janis Joplin, Lou Reed, Joan Baez, Bob Dylan... Her yerden 60'lar dönemi insanları çıktı karşıma. O zamanlar sanki üniversiteye yeni gelen ve oluşan grupta herkesin birine aşık olup kimsenin istediğine sahip olamaması gibi. Cohen Joplin'e aşık, Joplin Lou Reed'e gider; Joan ile Bob arasında bir şeyler var epeyce süren ama Bob'un ismi başka dedikodularda... Neyse yahu, ne yazacaktık nereye geldik.


Cohen "every man has a way to betray the revolution. this is mine" diyor. "we're ugly but we have the music" diyor ya, Joan Baez katılıyor olmalı...


Değişik bir sesi var.


Bu kadar bilgi yeter size, öğrencem diyorsanız wikipedia iki tık uzakta. Bana bağımlılık yaratan bir şiirinin yorumunu önermek düşer size.

Famous Blue Raincoat


it's four in the morning, the end of december
i'm writing you now just to see if you're better
new york is cold, but i like where i'm living
there's music on clinton street all through the evening.
i hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
you're living for nothing now, i hope you're keeping some kind of record.

yes, and jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear
did you ever go clear?

ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
you'd been to the station to meet every train
and you came home without lili marlene

and you treated my woman to a flake of your life
and when she came back she was nobody's wife.

well i see you there with the rose in your teeth
one more thin gypsy thief
well i see jane's awake --

she sends her regards.

and what can i tell you my brother, my killer
what can i possibly say?
i guess that i miss you, i guess i forgive you
i'm glad you stood in my way.

if you ever come by here, for jane or for me
your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.

yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
i thought it was there for good so i never tried.

and jane came by with a lock of your hair
she said that you gave it to her
that night that you planned to go clear

sincerely, l. cohen