LEONARD COHEN KONSERİ

Sadece Dört Uyku Kadar Yakın,


Geçen yıla kadar sadece albümlerini dinlemek ve I’m Your Man belgeselini izlemek benim için yeterli idi.

Geçen yıl tek önemli olan konserine gitmekti. Ben bu işe epey bir bütçe ve zaman ayırıp önce Amsterdam’da aylar sonra da Rotterdam’da izlemeye gittim. Vizemin bir yıllık verilmesi için ayrı bir dilekçe yazıp, gerekçemin Cohen izlemek olduğunu belirtip, tur programını da ekledim. Ayrıca gayet makul bulunduğunu da belirtirim.



Her iki konser de muhteşemdi. Sahneye zıplayarak çıkan ve her ruh halime uygun bir şarkısı bulunan bilgelik ve delilik dolu bu adam, şarkılarını yaşattığımız için teşekkür etti, bitmek bilmez bir enerji ile iki saati aşkın süre boyunca aralıksız en iyi şarkılarını söyledi. Sahneden Web Sisters, Sharon Robbins, Yamas ve diğer sanatçılarını tanıştırdı.

Ama yine de İstanbul’da konser vermediği için ona çok kızgındım. Avrupa’nın Bakırköy büyüklüğünde şehirlerinde konser vermesini ama buraya gelmemesini bize yapılmış büyük bir haksızlık ve kendim için de büyük bir eziyet olarak gördüm. Onu çok paragöz olmakla suçladım. İKSV’ye, pinti sponsorlara ve ayrıca her şeye dünya kadar para harcayıp Lale Kart almayan arkadaşlarıma da tekrar ve tekrar kızdım, kızgınlığım geçtiğinde de zaten İstanbul çok sıcak, yazık olurdu ona diye kendimi teselli ettim.




Bu yıl ise aylar öncesinde almış olduğum biletlerim ile konserlerinin başlamasını bekliyorum. Tüm imkânlarımı seferber ettim, Leonard Cohen’in hangi otelde kalacağına, ne zaman geleceğine, ne kadar kalacağına dair hiçbir şey öğrenemedim. Ser verip sır vermeyen İKSV yetkililerini ve önemli otel yöneticilerini buradan işaretliyorum. Sadece çok basit bir isteğim var, onu sükûnet içinde kahvaltısını yaparken ya da kahvesini içerken seyretmek. En fazla I'm your fan diyebilirim zaten.

Bu arada asansörde karşılaşırsak ve sonrasında benim için de yeni bir Chelsea Hotel şarkısı yazarsa da hiç itiraz etmeyeceğimi şimdiden tüm dost ve akrabalara bildiriyorum. Evet, benim adım Gülda. Ben bir Cohenkoliğim.

Sadece dört gece daha uyuyacağım ve sonra şimdiye kadar İstanbul’da en çok izlemek istediğim konseri, yani Leonard Cohen’i izlemek için 5 Ağustos’un gelmesini bekleyeceğim.

Dört Gece İçin Dört Cohen Şarkım:

Famous Blue Raincoat



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

Everybody Knows



Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows


Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died


Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows


Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows


Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows


Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows


And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows


And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows


And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows


Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows


Oh everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows


Everybody knows


Anthem



The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.


Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.


Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.


We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.


I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.


Ring the bells that still can ring ...


You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.


Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in. Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.

Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

The Gypsy's Wife


And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight
I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right
But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor
whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more

And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?
Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?

Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe
A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee
She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way"
I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet

And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...

Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove
These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood
And there is no man or woman who can't be touched
But you who come between them will be judged

And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?...


Aralarda da Tower Of Song, Bird On The Wire, Ain't No Cure for Love ve benim korkunç sesimle söylemeye bayıldığım In My Secret Life. Diğerleri ise zaten malum…

Eğer her şey yolunda giderse bir sonraki günün sabahı annemi havaalanından alacağım ve onunla tekrar konsere gideceğim. Yaşı yetmişi biraz aşmış olan annem de sadece bir günlüğüne konseri izlemek için buraya geliyor ve diyor ki; onu dinlediğimde kendimi hala çok genç hissediyorum. Ya siz hanımlar, hala başka bir şey mi yapmayı düşünüyorsunuz o gün?

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