a greg mccown photo – demilked.com
LC always has had high quality musicians and “back-up” singers with him as he has toured thru the decades.
This very special version of ‘So Long..’ from the real Marianne’s* hometown of Oslo in ’93 featuring Perla Batalla & Julie Christensen is something else (as one heck of a guy describes it: a ‘divergent and devasting’ version)!
Leonard Cohen – So Long Marianne – live Oslo – 1993
When I was ‘almost a child’ I looked up the music for this in some book and threw the book down in defeat as I saw the chords (like F#m and Asus4 and Bm). Now that I’m almost old I still enjoy playing this classic of classics.
LC plays it in different keys throughout his career naturally (in the performance above they start in F and go to Cm) but this one below is a standard – though I like to drop my ring finger on the Asus4 from C# to open B to C# to D and back to the original shape just because…
lyrics and chords from getsome.org
Come over [A]to the window, my little darling,[Bm]
[D]I’d like to tr[D]y to read your palm.[A]
[G] I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy,[D]
[F#m] before I let you take me home.[E] [Esus4]
[E] [E7] Now [A]so long, Marianne, it’s ti[F#m]me that we began to
[E]lau[Esus4]gh and [E]cry [E7]and [E]cr[Esus4]y and
[E]laugh ab[E7]out it all aga[A]in. [Asus4] [A] [Asus4] [A]
Well you know that I love to live with you,
but you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels
and then the angels forget to pray for us.
We met when we were almost young
deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
as we went kneeling through the dark.
Your letters they all say that you’re beside me now.
Then why do I feel alone?
I’m standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
is fastening my ankle to a stone.
For now I need your hidden love.
I’m cold as a new razor blade.
You left when I told you I was curious,
I never said that I was brave.
Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you’ve gone and changed your name again.
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
to wash my eyelids in the rain!
Oh your eyes, well I forgot Your eyes
Your body’s at home in every sea.
How come you gave away your news to everyone
That you said was a secret for me.
If you leave, where will I keep you then
In my heart as some men say
But I who was born to love everyone
Why should I keep you so far away?
*A mere 10 days after this post, Marianne escaped
for the final time.