I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned
I thought I'd be rewarded
For such a lonely choice
And surely she would answer
To such a...hopeless voice
I changed my style to silver
I changed my clothes to black
And where I would surrender
Now I would attack
I stormed the old casino
For the money and the flesh
And I myself decided
What was rotten and what was fresh
And men to do my bidding
And broken bones to teach
The value of my pardon
The shadow of my reach
But no, I could not touch her, With such a heavy hand
Her star beyond my order
Her nakedness unmanned
I came so far for beauty
I left so much behind
My patience and my family
My masterpiece unsigned
(Words by Leonard Cohen. Images found on Google.)
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Some sort of a visual poem
I came so far for beauty
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Dude, you need to get laid.
Dude, you need to get a soul.
No such thing as a soul.
Tell that to Bart Simpson. Hell, tell it to Ashford & Simpson.
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