Not for the first time this year, a musician has departed this life, but not before leaving us with a final album whose words have a decidedly premonitory aura – as if, first David Bowie and now Leonard Cohen, sensed that they were, in Cohen’s words ‘out of the game’.

For the 50 years of my adult life the songs of Leonard Cohen, who has died at the age of 82, have been a source of insight, inspiration and healing. He has been, in the words of Rolling Stone today, ‘the dark eminence among a small pantheon of extremely influential singer-songwriters to emerge in the Sixties and early Seventies. Only Bob Dylan exerted a more profound influence upon his generation, and perhaps only Paul Simon and fellow Canadian Joni Mitchell equalled him as a song poet.’ 

On his last album, You Want It Darker, released only a few weeks ago, Cohen intones these words:

If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I’m broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame.

And then, backed by the male voices of the Montreal Shaar Hasomayim Synagogue Choir where he worshipped as a child, and the synagogue with which his family has been associated for some 150 years, he sings ‘Hineni, hineni’, meaning in Hebrew ‘Here I am, I am ready, Lord.’ Then – even though on this album there are fewer of those cracks where the light gets in – he adds this piece of mordant wit:

I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame

Flashes of dry wit humour were always there to light up, even if momentarily, the dark, melancholy seriousness of Leonard’s words. But serious is what he has always been:

Steer your way through the ruins of the Altar and the Mall
Steer your way through the fables of Creation and the Fall
Steer your way past the Palaces that rise above the rot
Year by year
Month by month
Day by day
Thought by thought

In an appreciation on the Guardian website today, Laura Barton writes:

When I think of Cohen it is not as that famed Godfather of Gloom, it is as a man always looking for the light. There was a tremendous New Yorker profile in October that depicted the Cohen of 1960 living in London with an Olivetti typewriter and a blue Burberry raincoat, writing to a publisher of how his work would appeal to ‘inner-directed adolescents, lovers in all degrees of anguish, disappointed Platonists, pornography-peepers, hair-handed monks and popists’. A man in a grey city, looking inward. But it also showed a man who fled Britain for the sunshine of Greece, who on his new island of Hydra caught a glimpse of a blonde-haired Norwegian woman named Marianne and sought out the brightness of her.

Cohen’s work to me is about light and shade, the perpetual shifting of perspective from inner to outer and back again. It’s there in the crack of a well-placed [word] or a broken hallelujah, in the quiet blaze and shadow of a secret life. These are the songs of a man who, through God and love and sex and music, spent his life seeking illumination.

I’m glad I had the privilege of seeing him perform live (in Manchester and here in Liverpool) during those wonderful tours he was forced to undertake as a man of 74 in 2008 and 2009 after most of his money had been stolen. Skipping lightly on and off stage, he was genial, humble and gentlemanly – and in excellent voice, accompanied by a band of superb musicians.

In a perceptive appreciation in the Guardian, Dorian Lynskey notes how, on his arrival on the music scene in the late 1960s, Bob Dylan was rock’n’roll’s pre-eminent poet. However, he continues:

Cohen really was a poet but he wasn’t rock’n’roll. Steeped instead in literary discipline, French chanson and Jewish liturgy, his work suggested old-fashioned patience. To Dylan, a song was a lump of wet clay to be moulded before it sets fast; to Cohen it was a slab of marble to be chipped into shape with immense dedication and care. Cohen never stopped being a poet or lost his reverence for words. You’ll find some erratic musical choices in his back catalogue but not a single careless line; nothing disposable. …  When you sense that a songwriter has spent that long finding the right words, the least you can do is pay attention.

Cohen’s biographer, Sylvie Simmons, set his death in the context of a terrible year:

In this year of losses, so many losses, this tops them all …he went out in a blaze of glory. … having delivered a masterpiece before he left. You Want it Darker is one of his richest, deepest and most beautiful albums in a lifetime of rich, deep and beautiful work. … He knew darkness, looked right into its eyes, could even see the funny side.

Back in 1994 he made this typically humble assessment of his status as a poet and songwriter:

If you’re going to think of yourself in this game, or in this tradition, and you start getting a swelled head about it, then you’ve really got to think about who you’re talking about. You’re not just talking about Randy Newman, who’s fine, or Bob Dylan, who’s sublime, you’re talking about King David, Homer, Dante, Milton, Wordsworth, you’re talking about the embodiment of our highest possibility. So I don’t think it’s particularly modest or virtuous to think of oneself as a minor poet. I really do feel the enormous luck I’ve had in being able to make a living, and to never have had to have written one word that I didn’t want to write.

So I don’t think it’s particularly modest or virtuous to think of oneself as a minor poet. I really do feel the enormous luck I’ve had in being able to make a living, and to never have had to have written one word that I didn’t want to write.

But I don’t fool myself, I know the game I’m in. When I wrote about Hank Williams ‘A hundred floors above me in the tower of song’, it’s not some kind of inverse modesty. I know where Hank Williams stands in the history of popular song. ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’, songs like that, are sublime, in his own tradition, and I feel myself a very minor writer. I’ve taken a certain territory, and I’ve tried to maintain it and administrate it with the very best of my capacities. And I will continue to administrate this tiny territory until I’m too weak to do it. But I understand where this territory is.

Well, I don’t think anyone today is talking about Leonard Cohen as a ‘very minor writer’. His words have accompanied me through many different times. Here are just a few:

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play …
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
(Tower of Song)


And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said “All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them”

But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

Cohen, circa 1960.
Cohen, circa 1960.

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.

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.
(Stranger Song)

Leonard Cohen and Marianne Ihlen on Hydra
Leonard Cohen and Marianne Ihlen on Hydra

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you..
(Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye)

In Hamburg in 1970.
In Hamburg in 1970.

I know you’ve heard it’s over now and war must surely come,
the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.
But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?
And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
(Stories of the Street)

In Amsterdam in 1972.
In Amsterdam in 1972

Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
(Bird on a Wire)

 at the Hammersmith Odeon in London in 1979.
At the Hammersmith Odeon in London in 1979.

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
(Dance Me to the End of Love)

Smoking a cigarette in 1980
Smoking a cigarette in 1980

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
(Hallelujah )

At Amsterdam’s Muziektheater in 1988
At Amsterdam’s Muziektheater in 1988

I greet you from the other side
Of sorrow and despair
With a love so vast and shattered
It will reach you everywhere
And I sing this for the captain
Whose ship has not been built
For the mother in confusion
Her cradle still unfilled
For the heart with no companion
For the soul without a king
For the prima ballerina
Who cannot dance to anything
(Heart With No Companion)


At the 47th Montreux jazz festival in Switzerland in 2013
At the 47th Montreux jazz festival in Switzerland in 2013

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes …
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe’s still pickin’ cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows
(Everybody Knows)


Leonard Cohen in 1987
Leonard Cohen in 1987

Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I’ve seen the future, brother: it is murder.
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 of the soul
(The Future)


The wars they will be fought again
The holy dove she will be caught again
Bought and sold and bought again
The dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.


It’s coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It’s coming from the feel
that this ain’t exactly real,
or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It’s here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst.
It’s here the family’s broken
and it’s here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

At the Mount Baldy Zen Center, east of Los Angeles, in 1995
At the Mount Baldy Zen Center, east of Los Angeles, in 1995

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will
(If It Be Your Will)

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15 thoughts on “Goodbye Leonard: You let in the light for us all

  1. Thanks Gerry. I thought of you this morning when I heard the news. Cohen wasn’t ‘mine’ in the way that Bowie was, but the more I hear and read, the more I see what an extraordinary and unique voice he had, and understand the place he has in the hearts of so many people.

  2. What a brilliant post.

    “Suzanne takes you down to her place by the river
    You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever”

    This is unlike today’s lyrics, which are all about status and accomplishment (and entitlement). “Suzanne” is about life, which is why Leonard Cohen’s songs resonated and will always radiate. We’re touched by humanity. Flash comes and goes. Real life sustains.

  3. An excellent tribute, Gerry.
    I woke up this morning to a text message from my son telling me that Leonard had departed and I don;t mind admitting that I shed a tear. As a young man in the ’60’s he was important but there were so many other things happening back then that it was only later in life that I really understood just how good he was and how relevant.
    Like you, I saw him on his last tour in Manchester. I cursed that I hadn’t managed to get tickets for his Palace dates and dreaded the thought of what the MEN Arena would do to an elderly man with a quiet voice, I needn’t have worried because he transformed the cavernous space into an intimate folk club with every member of the audience just transfixed. One of the most moving concerts that I have ever seen and still burnt into my memory.
    His legacy of music and words will live on for many generations.

  4. I came across this post via Susan Scott (above here) who posted it on Facebook. Thank you for the tribute to a fine artist and gentleman.
    I have reblogged – hope you don’t mind.
    “Rarely will you find a re-blog here on Inspiration Import, but I could not have put together a better tribute to Montreal’s own Leonard Cohen, who shared with the world his talent and his soul. Rest in Peace, you and your sweetness and insight will be sorely missed”

  5. Thank you for this. Such an inspiring writer, poet and singer and a musical backdrop to my life for fifty years: may his legacy live on

    1. If you’re venturing into the terrain for the first time, I think I’d begin with a compilation. There are two complementary ones – Greatest Hits from 1975 which has a very good selection from his early, more folky albums, and More Best Of (1997) which picks up the story in 1984 and has many of his most highly regarded songs, including Hallelujah and, of course, Anthem. There’s no duplication – although Suzanne appears on both, the second is a live version. Still with compilations, there’s a 2-CD Essential released in 2002 which has a very good selection.

      As for original albums, the milestones are, imo, Songs of LC (his first, 1967), I’m Your Man (1988), The Future (1992), and Popular Problems (2014). Live in London (2009), a double CD recorded during the world tour he was forced to make after his business manager had embezzled nearly all his savings. Immaculate performances with a superb band – perhaps that might be the place to start?

      Any or all of these should guarantee stimulating #musicnights. Enjoy!

  6. Swedes should have given Lenny the prize not Dylan. Only a shame that after a lifetime of ironic reference to religion and always returning to the cheerfulness of life he fell headlong into their arms at the end. Saved me from shedding a tear after being the soundtrack to my whole life…

  7. Thank you for the thorough post and the record recommendations. CBC Radio 2 had four hours on Leonard Cohen on Friday night and more again on Saturday. Then at the end of a local string quintet’s (Atlantic String Machine) concert of Russian composers (yesterday) they came back for an encore of Hallelujah.

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