I Love Leonard Cohen EP

by Robin Grey

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released March 1, 2009

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Track Name: I Love Leonard Cohen
| C | C G | C | C C#dim |

| Dm7 | C | Am7 | G |
What's in that box? What's hiding in here? Pictures from Bedford, taken half a blue moon ago.
| Dm7 | C | Am7 | G | G |
My we were young then, all mix-tapes and alcopops,bum bags, shell suits and meatloaf CDs.
| F | E | Am | G |
Did I really dress like that and dance to that tune? Then stumble home drunk by the light of the moon.
| F | E | Am | G | G7 |
Guess times they change and the change times they guess and nonsense can still have a welcoming ring.

| C F | C G | Am Em | F G |
My Weezer cd's now they hardly get played, my obsession with Ani Difranco has faded,
| C F | C G | Am Em | F | G |
You might ask is anything certain these days, I would probably tell you that I love Leonard Cohen.

A snail carries with him some slime and a shell, I've got ten boxes plus cartons as well,
As these books, bags and a case my grandfather used in the war.
Did I really write those words and did she write back?
Stray hands in Row G all through that James Bond film.
Nonsense it still has a welcoming ring and heroes they still don't come easy.

Chorus

| C | C C#dim |
| Dm7 | C | Am7 | G | Dm7 | C | Am7 | G |

| F | E | Am | G |
Did I really dress like that and dance to that tune? Then stumble home drunk by the light of the moon.
| F | E | Am | G | G7 |
Guess times they change and the change times they guess and nonsense can still have a welcoming ring.

Chorus
Track Name: Shakes And Shudders
shakes & shudders

I'm making my way north on an unpretentious day.
Yesterday the sky was naked, today she's wrapped herself in grey,
And I have cloaked myself in my hat and coat and dreams
So for now I am safe from the cold whatever today brings.

Well the train it shakes and shudders as we make our way,
Which nearly masks these nervous hands which still have much to say.
A volume of memories past is nearly sealed and signed
And bound in shades of autumn leaves which are fading from my mind.

So spring is here to greet me, think I'll go and cut my hair
And throw away these faded rags, torn and tattered from all the wear and tear of
Tumbling in turmoil and then hitting the ground,
Bouncing back with baited breath, nearly half way to the clouds.