Lyrics For Wilf and His House.lrc Leonard Cohen
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[ar: Leonard Cohen]
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[00:00.79]This is Leonard Cohen reading some poems from my book
[00:04.56]”Let Us Compare Mythologies”
[00:07.42]”For Wilf and His House”
[00:10.73]When young the Christians told me
[00:13.35]How we pinned Jesus
[00:15.20]Like a lovely butterfly against the wood
[00:18.01]And I wept beside paintings of Calvary
[00:21.34]At velvet wounds and delicate twisted feet
[00:26.20]But he could not hang softly long
[00:29.24]Your fighters so proud with bugles
[00:32.22]Bending flowers with their silver stain
[00:35.07]And when I faced the Ark for counting
[00:38.32]Trembling underneath the burning oil
[00:41.23]The meadow of running flesh turned sour
[00:44.62]And I kissed away my gentle teachers
[00:46.93]Warned my younger brothers
[00:49.81]Among the young and turning-great
[00:53.04]Of the large nations, innocent
[00:55.68]Of the spiked wish and the bright crusade
[00:58.60]There I could sing my heathen tears
[01:01.58]Between the summersaults and chestnut battles
[01:05.08]Love the distant saint
[01:07.15]Who fed his arm to flies
[01:09.24]Mourn the crushed ant
[01:11.29]And despise the reason of the heel
[01:15.04]Raging and weeping are left on the early road
[01:19.01]Now each in his holy hill
[01:21.80]The glittering and hurting days are almost done
[01:25.85]Then let us compare mythologies
[01:29.02]I have learned my elaborate lie
[01:31.52]Of soaring crosses and poisoned thorns
[01:35.54]And how my fathers nailed him
[01:37.98]Like a bat against a barn
[01:40.64]To greet the autumn and late hungry ravens
[01:44.28]As a hollow yellow sign
[01:46.34]Year of Release: 1957