Leonard Cohen

How Leonard Cohen learned to play guitar
A poet walks into a park in montreal
A guitar is playing a spanish song
The scene is like fellini the satyricon
Crying like a zen spartan spartacus

So the poet asked if he could roll tobacco
Which he would steal just like picasso
Depression overwhelming his mothers home
Singing sad songs that she won’t ever know

All you had to learn was 7 chords
And fall into the rhythm of flamenco
Dreaming of a place he never been before
The land of Lorca proved an immovable source

Poems in the war were the first to go
When we would rather play Piano
And scribble down a little cancion
And the poet that was killed was never found

There was no way to see the bullet come
He just needed some encouragements
That day would change our life forever
Was it a poem or a murder

Now the king wants to praise him
And the girls all want to play him
A temporary thought on a cloudy night
Well is it too late we missed the light

This is how leonard cohen learned guitar
And his music travelled very far
But the spark of inspiration for every song
Was a guitar player who is gone...