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Famous Blue Raincoat

I came across this song this afternoon while watching a Leonard Cohen concert and i haven’t been able to stop listening to it yet. An amazing song by an amazing songwriter with such an honest voice.
This masterpiece about a love triangle written in the form of a letter from Mr. Cohen to the receiver who’s only referred to as “My Brother, My Killer” makes me feel gloomy and lost but at the same time, makes me realize you do not have to be a virtuoso to write a truly amazing song.

His voice delivers such strong and intricate emotions with such intensity and honesty that it just might make you cry.

A heartbreaking story of Leonard, Jane and The Receiver.

A beautiful song which  makes me want to be more articulate and honest and lay down all my cards for once.

Then this evening i came across This girl on Youtube “Naomi Hamilton”. She does justice to this song and sings it beautifully. I’ll add the link along with the post.

Forgiveness is a virtue.

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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
Well 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

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