Saturday, January 13, 2007


I dreamed about you, baby.

It was just the other night.

Most of you was naked

Ah but some of you was light.

The sands of time were falling

from your fingers and your thumb,

and you were waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come

Ah baby, let's get married,

we've been alone too long.

Let's be alone together.

Let's see if we're that strong.

Yeah let's do something crazy,

something absolutely wrong

while we're waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

Nothing left to do ...

When you've fallen on the highway

and you're lying in the rain,

and they ask you how you're doing

of course you'll say you can't complain --

If you're squeezed for information,

that's when you've got to play it dumb:

You just say you're out there waiting

for the miracle, for the miracle to come.


Tsavatar said...

Iti da omul cohen si you go flash it in public :P

Leo de la Bucuresti said...

Sailing for the Merical [P]

I learned about you, baby.

It was just the other day.

Most of you was baked

Ah but some of you was clay.

The ashes of space were climbing

from your hair and fingenails,

and you were sailing

for the merical, for the merical to dome

Ah baby, let's get hurried

we've been merged too short.

Let's be merged apart.

Let's see if we're that bort.

Yeah let's do something mazy,

something absolutely long

while we're sailing

for the merical, for the merical to dome.

All is right to think

When you've climbed on the sky

and you're flying to the sun,

and they ask you how it's going

of course you'll say you must attain

If you're pumped for transformation

that's when you've got to play it smart:

You just say you're out there sailing

for the merical, for the merical to dome

Leo de la Bucuresti

[P] = Este o Parodie.

Tsavatar said...

Hau chiut. Hau leim.

merimeriquitecontrary said...

Pacat ca e o parodie proasta, care n-are sens in engleza.
Si e stangace pana la dumnezeu.
Sorry to burst your bubble, mr mab/jders/whoever, but 'tis not worthwhile. Adica draguta intentia, dar, totusi.
Cohen is all about making sense to the bone of a human being. Cohen is about nonsense for the ear and solving queries for the soul. And, frankly, you can't even begin to measure up, not even in parody. To write a parody, you need to have the skills that the poet had. Parody is a laughable feat, but 'tis a serious one altogether, and making fun of something in an intelligent way or creating a true pastiche, takes:
a. great command of language
b. something to say vis-a-vis the text
Your text has neither of these cardinal virtues. I believe that from the very beginning of our net encounter you have proven that you lack a certain dimension essential to anyone who wants to be a friend of mine: a sturdy sense of humour.
What a pity.

merimeriquitecontrary said...

And one last minor detail: Stop looking for references to you in my texts, for there are none whatsoever.

Tsavatar said...

you're sexy when you're angry


merimeriquitecontrary said...

mr tsava, get a room! :P

Leo de la Bucuresti said...

Suparare mare de tot ! A fost vorba de o inspiratie de moment si de dorinta mea mai veche de a-l parodia pe L.Cohen, pe care si eu l-am ascultat in intregime si apreciat pe masura. Sint sigur ca el nu s-ar supara daca ar citi ce am scris eu, pentru ca e un om calm si stie ca poezia e atit, doar poezie, nu viata sau moarte. Iar cum pe el problemele de viata l-au atins din plin in ultima vreme ( ), poate ca ar si zimbi.

Pe de alta parte Wikipedia sustine chiar ca L.Cohen s-ar parodia singur in cintecul "Waiting for the Miracle" si nu e departe de adevar pentru ca nu e singurul cintec in care o face :
In "Waiting for the Miracle" (co-written with Sharon Robinson), he lampoons his own severity (along perhaps with his religious austerity and even his instrumentation), singing: "There ain't no entertainment and the judgments are severe/ The maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble-gum/ When you're waiting for the miracle to come." ( )
Definitia lui "lampooning" din aceeasi Wikipedia :
"Parody exists in all art media, including literature, music, and cinema. Cultural movements can also be parodied. Light, playful parodies are sometimes colloquially referred to as spoofs. The act of such a parody is often called lampooning." ( )

Din ce in ce mai mult imi dau seama ca ar trebui inventata si o zicala pentru blogheri. Pentru ca daca e valabil afirmatia "Pe o femeie sa nu o atingi nici cu o floare", atunci de ce nu ar fi valabila si "Pe un blogher sa nu-l atingi nici cu un comentariu". Sigur, florile sint delicate iar comentariile nu intotdeauna, dar daca eu as fi luat in seama toate comentariile negative sau ironice la adresa mea ar fi trebuit demult sa-mi arunc modemul.

Leo de la Bucuresti (c.s.c MAB)

Tsavatar said...

Cohen se autoironizeaza in multe melodii. in tower of song, de exemplu zice "I was born like this, i had no choice, i was born with the gift of a golden voice" aluzie la propria sa voce monotona yet so fucking likable. Cohen ar sti si ca poezia e o experienta strict personala si faptul ca trebuie sa iti citezi referinte (si de pe wikipedia of all places) ma lasa rece, cum, probabil l-ar lasa si pe Cohen.
du-te si asculta-l pe Cohen in tihna Muntene, si lasa fata in pace pana nu face apoplexie

MunteAlb said...

Meri, esti tinara si puternica, dar foarte sensibila. Nu trebuie sa te lasi dezechilibrata de orice si cu atit mai putin de niste cuvinte. Sper sa-ti dai seama de asta cit mai curind. Si inca un sfat, bazeaza-te numai pe tine si pastreaza-ti sanatatea. La revedere.

Tsavatar said...

Fratilor, am invins, dictatorul a fugit! (Meri, fa-te ca iti pasa.)

merimeriquitecontrary said...

Mi-am scos "The world's smallest violin".

Anonymous said...

Draga Jders,

For your information: suntem toate pe stop zilele-astea. Deh, viata in comunitate!


johnie1 said...

"Some beauty a day keeps the dark thoughts away" is one of the most beautiful things i have ever heard (: