Have you ever wondered what the hell this old man is talking about?
Have you ever wondered why you come back to him again and again even though you don’t get what the hell he’s talking about?
Have you ever wondered why he sang at all, that stingy bastard that never seemed to want to give his voice entirely to a single one of his songs?
Have you ever wanted to play his songs on an endless loop and call that life?
Have you ever felt inspired to write by the profound insanity and bewildering sorrow encased in L Cohen’s songs and poems?