Weapons

(Source:  CohenCentric)

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Acts

Excerpt from the Brihadarankyaka Upanishad:

As a man acts, so does he become. A man of good deeds becomes good, a man of evil deeds becomes evil. A man becomes pure through pure deeds, impure through impure deeds.

As a man’s desire is, so is his destiny. For as his desire is, so is his will; as his will is, so is his deed; and as his deed is, so is his reward, whether good or bad.

A man acts according to the desires to which he clings.

Or, as Leonard Cohen put it, “Act the way you’d like to be, and soon you’ll be the way you act.”

I Just Hope He Doesn’t Get Any Uglier

The Killers
by Leonard Cohen
from The Energy of Slaves (1972) (via)

The killers that run

   the other countries

are trying to get us

to overthrow the killers

   that run our own

I for one

prefer the rule

   of our native killers

I am convinced

   the foreign killer

will kill more of us

than the old familiar killer does

   Frankly I don’t believe

anyone out there

really wants us to solve

our social problems

   I base this all on how I feel

about the man next door

I just hope he doesn’t

   get any uglier

Therefore I am a patriot

I don’t like to see

   a burning flag

because it excites

the killers on either side

to unfortunate excess

which goes on gaily

   quite unchecked

until everyone is dead

Like A

A lot of people have covered this song, but this one is my favorite.  They found a joy in it that I don’t think Leonard Cohen necessarily intended, but I think would have appreciated.

Full lyrics HERE.

 

And the sun pours down like honey…

Lyrics via SongMeanings.net:

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever
And you know that she’s half-crazy but that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her
Then he gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer that you’ve always been her lover

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind

And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind
And you think you maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with her mind

Now, Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river
She’s wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love and they wil lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds her mirror

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind