“I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
You were talking so brave and so sweet,
Giving me head on the unmade bed,
While the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
We were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe,
You just turned your back on the crowd,
You got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don’t need you,
I need you, I don’t need you
And all of that jiving around.”
Please excuse the out of tune piano.
I played this for leonard Cohen’s 80th birthday…
Should have practiced more
but that’s life..
You can never practice enough..
It goes with the poem posted for L.Cohen
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