Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
A great poet with a voice that was in harmony with the lyrics. I shall miss the old misanthrope, his raw analyis of the human condition was brutal, but beneath it all a message of love. RIP and thank God for the tecnology that will ensure his eternal life.
Posted by: Frank P at November 12, 2016 9:08 AMhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUdvMqLoarE
I like this video of it much better.
Posted by: pbird at November 12, 2016 1:34 PMThe Scent of a Woman. That was as good as movies get, which was pretty damn good.
Posted by: Casey Klahn at November 12, 2016 5:34 PMActually I prefer the version Cohen released as it speaks to the lyrics: enduring love.
Posted by: BJM at November 12, 2016 6:49 PM
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