TEN NEW SONGS

2001







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New Songs:

1. In My Secret Life 4:53
2. A Thousand Kisses Deep *) 6:26
3. That Donít Make It Junk 4:26
4. Here It Is 4:16
5. Love Itself *) 5:23
6. By The Rivers Dark 5:18
7. Alexandra Leaving *) 5:22
8. You Have Loved Enough *) 5:39
9. Boogie Street 6:03
10. The Land of Plenty 4:36

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Total timing: 52:49

*) Original poem posted
on the Blackening Pages


More than million copies sold worldwide
Platinum in Canada, Norway, Poland
Gold in France, Spain, Denmark, Ireland, Switzerland, Hungary, Sweden...





Leanne, Leonard & Sharon at Bob Ludwig's Mastering Studio in Portland, Maine
Photo © by Bob Ludwig. June 2001



Songs written and composed
by Leonard Cohen and Sharon Robinson


Produced by
Sharon Robinson

Engineered by
Leanne Ungar

Click on the small photos to read
more about the members of the team!


Mixed by Leanne Ungar, with Sharon Robinson and Leonard Cohen
at Still Life Studios, Los Angeles, CA and Small Mercies Studio, Hollywood, CA
Mastered by Bob Ludwig at Gateway mastering and DVD, Portland, ME
Songs by Leonard Cohen and Sharon Robinson
Vocals by Leonard Cohen and Sharon Robinson
All tracks arranged, programmed, and performed by Sharon Robinson
Bob Metzger played guitar on In My Secret Life
David Campbell arranged the strings for A Thousand Kisses Deep


In My Secret Life

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Canít seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
Thereís no one in sight.
And weíre still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when Iím angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong.
And I know what is right.
And Iíd die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
Iíll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That itís either black or white.
Thank G-d itís not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what Iím told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But Iím always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And itís crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

A Thousand Kisses Deep

for Sandy
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then itís done Ė
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if itís real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Iím turning tricks, Iím getting fixed,
Iím back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.


Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet Ė
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Iím turning tricks, Iím getting fixed,
Iím back on Boogie Street.
I guess they wonít exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep
.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beatÖ

That Don't Make It Junk

I fought against the bottle,
But I had to do it drunk Ė
Took my diamond to the pawnshop Ė
But that donít make it junk.

I know that Iím forgiven,
But I donít know how I know
I donít trust my inner feelings Ė
Inner feelings come and go.

How come you called me here tonight?
How come you bother
With my heart at all?
You raise me up in grace,
Then you put me in a place,
Where I must fall.

Too late to fix another drink Ė
The lights are going out Ė
Iíll listen to the darkness sing Ė
I know what thatís about.

I tried to love you my way,
But I couldnít make it hold.
So I closed the Book of Longing
And I do what I am told.

How come you called me here tonight?
How come you bother with my heart at all?
You raise me up in grace,
Then you put me in a place,
Where I must fall.

I fought against the bottle,
But I had to do it drunk Ė
Took my diamond to the pawnshop Ė
But that donít make it junk.

Here It Is

Here is your crown
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.

Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your love
For all of this.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.

Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

And here is the night,
The night has begun;
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.

And here is the dawn,
(Until death do us part);
And here is your death,
In your daughterís heart.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That itís all built upon.

Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will.

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

Love Itself

for L.W. *)
The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

Iíll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door Ė
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

Iíll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door Ė
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

Then I came back from where Iíd been.
My room, it looked the same Ė
But there was nothing left between
The Nameless and the Name.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

Iíll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door Ė
Then Love itself,
Love Itself was gone.
Love Itself was gone.


*) L.W. refers to Leon Wiesentier

Read the first chapter from Leon Wieseltier's book
Kaddish and reviews by Harold Bloom
in The New York Times and
Robert Fulford in Toronto's Globe and Mail.

By The Rivers Dark

By the rivers dark
I wandered on.
I lived my life
in Babylon.

And I did forget
My holy song:
And I had no strength
In Babylon.

By the rivers dark
Where I could not see
Who was waiting there
Who was hunting me.

And he cut my lip
And he cut my heart.
So I could not drink
From the river dark.

And he covered me,
And I saw within,
My lawless heart
And my wedding ring,

I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me

By the rivers dark
I panicked on.
I belonged at last
To Babylon.

Then he struck my heart
With a deadly force,
And he said, ĎThis heart:
It is not yours.í

And he gave the wind
My wedding ring:
And he circled us
With everything.

By the rivers dark,
In a wounded dawn,
I live my life
In Babylon.

Though I take my song
From a withered limb,
Both song and tree,
They sing for him.

Be the truth unsaid
And the blessing gone,
If I forget
My Babylon.

I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there.
Who was hunting me.

By the rivers dark,
Where it all goes on:
By the rivers dark
In Babylon.

Alexandra Leaving

Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The god of love preparing to depart.
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,
They slip between the sentries of the heart.

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure,
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine;
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine.

Itís not a trick, your senses all deceiving,
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust Ė
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for this to happen,
Go firmly to the window. Drink it in.
Exquisite music. Alexandra laughing.
Your firm commitments tangible again.

And you who had the honor of her evening,
And by the honor had your own restored Ė
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving;
Alexandra leaving with her lord.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for the occasion;
In full command of every plan you wrecked Ė
Do not choose a cowardís explanation
that hides behind the cause and the effect.

And you who were bewildered by a meaning;
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed Ė
Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost.

(based on The God Abandons Antony,
a poem by Constantine P. Cavafy)

You Have Loved Enough

I said Iíd be your lover.
You laughed at what I said.
I lost my job forever.
I was counted with the dead.

I swept the marble chambers,
But you sent me down below.
You kept me from believing
Until you let me know:

That I am not the one who loves Ė
Itís love that seizes me.
When hatred with his package comes,
You forbid delivery.

And when the hunger for your touch
Rises from the hunger,
You whisper, ďYou have loved enough,
Now let me be the Lover.Ē

I swept the marble chambers,
But you sent me down below.
You kept me from believing
Until you let me know:

That I am not the one who loves Ė
Itís love that chooses me.
When hatred with his package comes,
You forbid delivery.

And when the hunger for your touch
Rises from the hunger Ö

Boogie Street

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought weíd meet.
You kiss my lips, and then itís done:
Iím back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then itís time to go
I tidied up the kitchenette;
I tuned the old banjo.
Iím wanted at the traffic-jam.
Theyíre saving me a seat.
Iím what I am, and what I am,
Is back on Boogie Street.

And O my love, I still recall
The pleasures that we knew;
The rivers and the waterfall,
Wherein I bathed with you.
Bewildered by your beauty there,
Iíd kneel to dry your feet.
By such instructions you prepare
A man for Boogie Street.

O Crown of Light, O Darkened OneÖ

So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
Though all the maps of blood and flesh
Are posted on the door,
Thereís no one who has told us yet
What Boogie Street is for.

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought weíd meet.
You kiss my lips, and then itís done:
Iím back on Boogie Street.

A sip of wine, a cigarette,
And then itís time to goÖ

The Land Of Plenty

Donít really have the courage
To stand where I must stand.
Donít really have the temperament
To lend a helping hand.

Donít really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I donít know why I come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you.

For the millions in a prison,
That wealth has set apart Ė
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart Ė

For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey -
For whatís left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

I know I said Iíd meet you,
Iíd meet you at the store,
But I canít buy it, baby.
I canít buy it anymore.

And I donít really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.

For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For whatís left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.


Sharon Robinson and Leonard Cohen in the Still Life Studio
Photo © 2001 Greg Gold. All rights reserved.



Copyright © 2001 Leonard Cohen, Sharon Robinson
and Sony/ATV Music Publishing Canada Company

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