Leonard Cohen
Love Calls You By Your Name
Part of cello's melody:
Sometimes mr. Cohen is using -note on 5th string
between Bb and Am.
Something like that:
[Bb] [(C)] [Am] [(C)] [Bb]
[Bb] [Am] [Bb] [Am]
[Bb] You thought that it could never h[Am]appen
to [Bb]all the people that you be[Am]came,
[Bb] your body lost in l[Gm]egend, [Bb] the beast so very t[Gm]ame.
But h[Em]ere, right here,
between the b[Am]irthmark and the st[G]ain,
between the o[Am]cean and your open v[G]ein,
between the sn[Am]owman and the r[G]ain,
once ag[F]ain, [D] once ag[F]ain,
lov[C]e calls you [G] by your n[C]ame.
The women in your scrapbook
whom you still praise and blame,
you say they chained you to your fingernails
and you climb the halls of fame.
Oh but here, right here,
between the peanuts and the cage,
between the darkness and the stage,
between the hour and the age,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
Shouldering your loneliness
like a gun that you will not learn to aim,
you stumble into this movie house,
then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Yes, and here, right here
between the moonlight and the lane,
between the tunnel and the train,
between the victim and his stain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
I leave the lady meditating
on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim,
I journey down the hundred steps,
but the street is still the very same.
And here, right here,
between the dancer and his cane,
between the sailboat and the drain,
between the newsreel and your tiny pain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne?
Where are the paths your heroes came?
Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away,
was I, was I only limping, was I really lame?
Oh here, come over here,
between the windmill and the grain,
between the sundial and the chain,
between the traitor and her pain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
_________________
aleister, Irkutsk
[email protected]
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Love Calls You By Your Name
Part of cello's melody:
A|---1-3--1-0---|
Sometimes mr. Cohen is using -note on 5th string
between Bb and Am.
Something like that:
[Bb] [(C)] [Am] [(C)] [Bb]
e--------------------------------------------------|
B--------------------------------------------------|
G--3--3--3--3-----2--2--2--2--2--2--2--------3--3--|
D---3--3--3--3-----2--2--2--2--2--2--2--------3--3-|
A-1--1--1--1--3--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--3--1--1---|
E--------------------------------------------------|
[Bb] [Am] [Bb] [Am]
[Bb] You thought that it could never h[Am]appen
to [Bb]all the people that you be[Am]came,
[Bb] your body lost in l[Gm]egend, [Bb] the beast so very t[Gm]ame.
But h[Em]ere, right here,
between the b[Am]irthmark and the st[G]ain,
between the o[Am]cean and your open v[G]ein,
between the sn[Am]owman and the r[G]ain,
once ag[F]ain, [D] once ag[F]ain,
lov[C]e calls you [G] by your n[C]ame.
The women in your scrapbook
whom you still praise and blame,
you say they chained you to your fingernails
and you climb the halls of fame.
Oh but here, right here,
between the peanuts and the cage,
between the darkness and the stage,
between the hour and the age,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
Shouldering your loneliness
like a gun that you will not learn to aim,
you stumble into this movie house,
then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Yes, and here, right here
between the moonlight and the lane,
between the tunnel and the train,
between the victim and his stain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
I leave the lady meditating
on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim,
I journey down the hundred steps,
but the street is still the very same.
And here, right here,
between the dancer and his cane,
between the sailboat and the drain,
between the newsreel and your tiny pain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne?
Where are the paths your heroes came?
Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away,
was I, was I only limping, was I really lame?
Oh here, come over here,
between the windmill and the grain,
between the sundial and the chain,
between the traitor and her pain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
_________________
aleister, Irkutsk
[email protected]
