Author and Activist
A Eulogy for Leonard Cohen
I rose in the moonlight, thunderous sound
The heavens opened, it rose off the ground.
The thong has broken
The Lord has spoken
Listen, listen. Keep your ear to the ground.
The Prophet is gone, for he had no choice
The singer must die, the lie in his voice
Praise Super Lun-yah
My Lord, my Lord, in your will we rejoice.
Departed sisters of mercy not gone
The music goes softly sweetly right on
It rings in my head
I jump from my bed
Makes living, makes loving, makes me switch on
Ride out proud on your golden chariot
My regards to Judas Iscariot
Now be on your way
Or didn't you say
My poet, my singer - a laureate
Oh, the sisters of mercy, they are not
departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that
I just can't go on
And they brought me their comfort and later
they brought me this song
Oh, I hope you run into them, you who've
been travelling so long