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Babs, I heard Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole on the CBC one day, and was so moved by it, I bought the soundtrack to "Finding Forrester". The song is on that CD. I like the YouTube version you linked us to, and I find watching the images, and listening to this huge man sing with such a wonderful sweet voice all the more poignant, because sadly he died in 1997. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_Kamakawiwo'oleColin, thank you for recommending the Anjani CD to us. It's really beautiful. Hey what do you know, it's produced by Leonard Cohen. 
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| Posts: 2399 | Location: Ontario, Canada | Registered: 10-27-06 |    |
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Wow, Dancer, Finding Forrester is the movie I jumped on the credits for to find out the artist!
And right on about Cohen! The first of his I ever heard was on CBC television, he was in a Special back in the sixties, he was avant-garde then in Montreal. He was singing the Stranger Song, , and there he was, so intense but low-key, and I was simply transfixed as he sang that hypnotic song straight through. The goosebumps rose and I was hooked. I went out and bought "Songs by Leonard Cohen" as soon as it came out, even though I was dirt poor at the time.
The Stranger Song
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone who is reaching for the sky just to surrender who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter Like any dealer he was watching for the card that is so high and wild he'll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
And then leaning on your window sill he'll say one day you caused his will to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter And then taking from his wallet an old schedule of trains, he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger.
But now another stranger seems to want you to ignore his dreams as though they were the burden of some other O you've seen that man before his golden arm dispatching cards but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.
Ah you hate to see another tired man lay down his hand like he was giving up the holy game of poker And while he talks his dreams to sleep you notice there's a highway that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.
You tell him to come in sit down but something makes you turn around The door is open you can't close your shelter You try the handle of the road It opens do not be afraid It's you my love, you who are the stranger It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
Well, I've been waiting, I was sure we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart to get me to the heart of this or any other matter When he talks like this you don't know what he's after When he speaks like this, you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose upon the shore, beneath the bridge that they are building on some endless river Then he leaves the platform for the sleeping car that's warm You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter And it comes to you, he never was a stranger And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...
And leaning on your window sill ...
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
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| Posts: 6257 | Location: British Columbia, Canada | Registered: 06-11-02 |    |
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I agree with everything you say about Leonard Cohen Babs. How old is he now? He's still as talented and sexy as ever. Have you heard the song by Nancy White about Cohen? I couldn't find a link with the music sadly, but here are the lyrics: “Leonard Cohen’s Never Gonna Bring My Groceries In”…(if you hum along to the tune of “Famous Blue Raincoat” you’ll be in the right ballpark) I was listening to music as I swept the kitchen floor. I was needing a shampoo and I was pushing 44. And I had one of those flashes that hits you now and then About experience manqué and certain sadly missing men. And I realized in horror as I stroked my double chin, Leonard Cohen’s never gonna bring my groceries in!
I’ve a husband and a baby, there’s another on the way. And, like Leonard, I am aching in the place I used to play. But really, I’m enjoying all this domesticity. Hey, I never have to deal with Warren Beatty’s vanity. But there is one thing I regret, and my regret is genuine. Leonard Cohen’s never gonna bring my groceries in.
Oh Leonard and me, together we’d be great. Strumming our guitars and singing songs while it got late! (Well, not TOO late, these days I kind of fold about eleven. But for a little while it would be heaven, heaven, heaven.) Oh, Leonard and me, we’d be so decadent. We’d look at all those bottles, wonder where the wine all went. (Well frankly I can’t drink it anymore, my head can’t take it. But I know me and Leonard we could make it, make it.) I love each line he's written, Except for maybe one: "Nancy wore green stockings [Male chorus] and she slept with everyone."*) I thought: "What if somebody thinks he's singing about me?" 'Cause after all, I lived in Montreal in 1963. And perhaps I was his type when I was young and sweet and thin. But now Leonard's never gonna bring my groceries in.
Oh, Leonard and me, we're soulmates, there's no doubt. I feel it in my heart, we'd have so much to talk about. We'd hole up in the Tower of Song with coffee strong and bitter. That is, of course, if I could get a sitter, A sitter, a sitter. Hey, I'm just some singer looking for a sitter.
(This last part is spoken by White over a gushing Cohen-type la-la female chorus)
OK wait! Leonard! Hey maybe Leonard could babysit. Yeah, Oh he'd be wonderful, the girls would love him. He can read stories. A poet can always use an extra five dollars an hour. He would be perfect. How can I get his number? Hmm, Marie-Lynn Hammond she'll have his number. I know she will. I'm going to call her right now. This is inspiring. I am so happy! So Leonard Cohen can babysit and Doug and I can go to the mall and pick out the new towels for the bathroom. [pause] That's what I really want to do. Of course, [pause and sexy, sotto voce] 'cause maybe I can be the one to drive the babysitter home tonight. 
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