Leonard Cohen

Everybody knows - Leonard Cohen www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gxd23UVID7k Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Tout le monde sait que les dés sont pipés Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Tout le monde marche avec les doigts croisés Everybody knows that the war is over Tout le monde sait que la guerre est finie Everybody knows the good guys lost Tout le monde sait que les gentils ont perdu Everybody knows the fight was fixed Tout le monde sait que le combat était truqué The poor stay poor, the rich get rich Les pauvres restent pauvres, les riches continuent de s'enrichir That's how it goes C'est comme ça que ça se passe Everybody knows Tout le monde le sait Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Tout le monde sait que le bateau fuit Everybody knows that the captain lied Tout le monde sait que le capitaine a menti .....

(I like it in full screen, don't you?) Chanson posthume / Posthumous song "Happens To The Heart" youtu.be/2AMMb9CiScI I was always working steady But I never called it art I got my shit together Meeting Christ and reading Marx It failed my little fire But it's bright the dying spark Go tell the young messiah What happens to the heart There's a mist of summer kisses Where I tried to double-park The rivalry was vicious The women were in charge It was nothing, it was business But it left an ugly mark I've come here to revisit What happens to the heart I was selling holy trinkets I was dressing kind of sharp Had a pussy in the kitchen And a panther in the yard In the prison of the gifted I was friendly with the guards So I never had to witness What happens to the heart I should have seen it coming After all I knew the chart Just to look at her was trouble It was trouble from the start Sure we played a stunning couple But I never liked the part It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle What happens to the heart Now the angel's got a fiddle The devil's got a harp Every soul is like a minnow Every mind is like a shark I've broken every window But the house, the house is dark I care but very little What happens to the heart Then I studied with this beggar He was filthy, he was scarred By the claws of many women He had failed to disregard No fable here no lesson No singing meadowlark Just a filthy beggar guessing What happens to the heart I was always working steady But I never called it art It was just some old convention Like the horse before the cart I had no trouble betting On the flood, against the ark You see, I knew about the ending What happens to the heart I was handy with a rifle My father's .303 I fought for something final Not the right to disagree Leonard Cohen, Lyrics & music une offrande/an offering

HFF 2U all,... sous la lumière et les couleurs de la Martinique ... Under the light and colours of Martinique ~oOo~ Waiting for the miracle There's nothing left to do. I haven't been this happy since the end of World War II. Nothing left to do when you know that you've been taken. Nothing left to do when you're beggi ... I know you really loved me. but, you see, my hands were tied. I know it must have hurt you, it must have hurt your pride to have to stand beneath my window with your bugle and your drum, and me I'm up there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Ah I don't believe you'd like it, You wouldn't like it here. Leonard Cohen www.youtube.com/watch?v=RWI4A-koazI

Demonstrations are flourishing here and there, in the West as well as in the East, in the South as well as in the North, to revolt against national or colonial powers (for example, against the French presence in West Africa, Mali, Burkina Faso, etc.), against the oppressor, sometimes, alas, for the benefit of new dictators whom our governments are quick to stigmatise in order to divert attention - when they don't endorse them if they are in their own interests. Everywhere, crowds are founding to demand justice, equality and a solidarity that has ever been so violated... Les manifestations fleurissent ici et là, en occident comme en orient, au sud comme au nord, pour se révolter contre les pouvoirs nationaux ou coloniaux (contre la présence française en Afrique occidentale, Mali, Burkina Faso, etc.), contre l'oppresseur, parfois hélas au profit de nouveaux dictateurs que nos gouvernants ont vite fait de stigmatiser pour détourner l'attention - quand ils ne les adoubent pas s'ils servent leurs intérêts. Partout des foules se fondent pour clamer justice, égalité et une solidarité jamais autant bafouée... www.youtube.com/watch?v=4n5dMsLyQ9w By Leonard Cohen When the union’s inspiration, Through the worker’s blood shall run, Anywhere beneath the sun, There can be no power greater Yet what force on earth is weaker Than the feeble strength of one But the union makes us strong. Refrain Solidarity for ever (ter) For the union makes us strong.