Leonard Cohen afterworld with Iron Maiden guitar solos
lyrics
It's four in the morning, the month 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 when you planned to get clean
Did you ever get clean?
Ah, the last time I 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 then you came home without little Marlene
And you gave my woman a flake of your life
And when she came home she was nobody's wife
And 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
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
Know 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 your plans became clear
Sincerely, K. Hassett
credits
from Pathétique,
track released April 20, 2016
Written by Leonard Cohen, arranged and performed by Kevin Hassett, Dylan Radigan, and Erikos Vlesmas.