Agra, January 2012

"Society"

Oh, it's a mystery to me
We have a greed with which we have agreed
And you think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

When you want more than you have
You think you need...
And when you think more than you want
Your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
Because when you have more than you think
You need more space

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

There's those thinking, more-or-less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keeping score?
Means for every point you make, your level drops
Kinda like you're starting from the top
You can't do that...

Society, you're a crazy breed
Hope you're not lonely without me...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

Society, have mercy on me
Hope you're not angry if I disagree...
Society, crazy indeed
Hope you're not lonely without me...

We have a greed with which we have agreed You think you have to want more than you need Until you have it all you won't be free
Society, you're a crazy breed I hope you're not lonely without me
When you want more than you have You think you need And when you think more than you want Your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place 'Cause when you have more than you think You need more space
Society, you're a crazy breed I hope you're not lonely without me Society, crazy and deep I hope you're not lonely without me
There's those thinking more or less, less is more But if less is more how you're keeping score? Means for every point you make your level drops Kinda like it's starting from the top, you can't do that
Society, you're a crazy breed I hope you're not lonely without me Society, crazy and deep I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, have mercy on me I hope you're not angry if I disagree Society, crazy and deep I hope you're not lonely without me

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Istanbul, August 2009

It's four in the morning, the end 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 that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we 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 you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.
Well 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.
And 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
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 you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L. Cohen

Paris, July 2009

U2, Nou Camp, Barcelona, June 2009

"All around Spain, all around the world, things are difficult. Thank you for coming back to us again and again "
Bono said during the high octane show

Barcelona, June 2009

In front of the Magic Fountain of Montjuic

NY, April 2009

To Brooklyn Bridge

How many dawns, chill fromhis rippling rest

The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him,

Shedding white rings of tumult, building high

Over the chained bay waters Liberty--

Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes

As apparitional as sails that cross

Some page of figures to be filed away;

--Till elevators drop us from our day . . .

I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights

With multitudes bent toward some flashing scene

Never disclosed, but hastened to again,

Foretold to other eyes on the same screen;

Hart Crane

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Samothraki, August 2008

When I was travelling to Samothraki from Alexandroupoli with a ferry.

A lonely seagull flies the winds
Majestic... soaring...gliding wings
A single screech sounds from the sky
Come fly with me... come here and fly

My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
My soul, one with this bird of sea
Now knows the meaning to fly free

I feel the winds caress my soul
And soar the streams without a goal
My being trembles of delight
A treasure I received tonight

The seagull's flight of soaring high
The gift of what it means to fly
Munda