Thursday, December 31, 2009

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 house deep in the desert
Are you living for nothing now, hope you're keeping some kind of record."
(Famous Blue Raincoat by L. Cohen)

("Oh what can I tell you / What can I possibly say?")

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