„I supposed that he told you everything that I keep locked away in my head.“ – Ein surrealer Spaziergang mit Leonard Cohen.
Ich bin keine Shopping Queen. Zwar mag ich es, hübsche neue Sachen zu besitzen, aber die Jagd nach ihnen bereitet mir definitiv kein Vergnügen. Somit gehört auch Window Shopping nicht zu meinen bevorzugten Tätigkeiten.
In New York gibt es aber unzählige Auslagen, die etwas Verträumtes, oft sogar etwas Alptraumhaftes ausstrahlen. Die mich – vollkommen unabhängig von ihrem Inhalt – mit ihrer absurden Ästhetik berühren, mich zum Träumen anregen.
Von diesen Auslagen erzählt dieser Blogbeitrag. Und wer wäre besser geeignet, die Begleitmusik und vor allem die Begleitworte für diese Bilder zu liefern, als der große Meister der „Stories of the Street“, der ewige Poet der Großstadtmelancholie: Leonard Cohen.
Kommt mit auf diesen Spaziergang durch New Yorks Straßen, einen Spaziergang voller Geschichten, Bilder und Schicksale…
And you won´t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren´t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right
(Sisters of Mercy)
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy
who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.
(Death Of A Ladies Man)
I touched you once too often
Now I don´t know who I am
My fingerprints were missing
When I wiped away the jam
Yeah I thought I´d leave this morning
So I emptied out your drawers
A hundred thousand fingerprints
They floated to the floor
You know you hardly stopped to pick them up
You don´t care what you lose
Ah you don´t even seem to know
Whose fingerprints are whose
Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
And now the wheels of heaven stop
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won´t be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it has overturned
the order oft he soul
Shouldering your loneliness
like a gun that you will not learn to aim,
you stumble into this movie house,
then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Yes, and here, right here
between the moonlight and the lane,
between the tunnel and the train,
between the victim and his stain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
(Love Calls You By Your Name)
I don´t like your fashion business mister
And I don´t like these drugs that keep you thin
I don´t like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
(First we take Manhattan)
There is a war between the rich and poor,
a war between the man and the woman.
There is a war between the ones who say there is a war
and the ones who say there isn´t.
Why don´t you come on back to the war, that´s right, get in it,
why don´t you come on back to the war, it´s just beginning.
(There Is A War)
Why do you stand by the window
Abandoned to beauty and pride
The thorn oft he night in your bosom
The spear oft he age in your side
I came upon a butcher,
he was salughtering a lamb,
I accused him there
with his tortured lamb.
He said, „Listen to me, child,
I am what I am
and you, you are my only son.“
Well, I found a silver needle,
I put in into my arm.
It did some good,
did some harm.
But the nights were cold
and it almost kept me warm,
how come the night is long?
Everbody knows that the dice are loaded
Everbody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everbody knows that the war ist over
Everbody knows the good guys lost
Everbody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
I suppose that he told you everything
that I keep locked away in my head
© Songtexts: Leonard Cohen