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 |  Challenges and activities |
A blog on my personal writing process. Just random thoughts, notes, and other stuff. Don’t know yet what that will be like. Am exploring possibilities and pulse towards an unknown future. Let’s find out! Here are challenges and activities stored. "Game of Thrones"  2017"The Soundtrack of Your Life" 2020"Resurrection Jukebox" 2020"NaNoWriMo Write-A-Thon" 2020/21"The Fiction Writer's Toolbox" 2020"October Novel Prep Challenge" 2021 |
Famous Blue Raincoat (1971) by Leonard Cohen (1934-2016) 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? Oh, 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 But then 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 regard 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 Well, 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 Sincerely, a friend Famous Rain It's morning, the End! I'm writing you: I like where I'm living There's music I hear Deep in the living some kind of record Yes, you said that night You planned to go Did you? Oh, the famous rain Been to the station every train came without you Life! Well, I see you one more gypsy I send regard What can I tell you, my killer? What can I possibly say? I miss you, I guess I'm glad If you ever come here Well, sleeping is free You took I tried You gave That night Sincerely, a friend. ** Image ID #2170457 Unavailable ** |
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