Love Calls You By Your Name
Leonard Cohen Lyrics


You thought that it could never happen
To all the people that you became,
Your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.
But here, right here,
Between the birthmark and the stain,
Between the ocean and your open vein,
Between the snowman and the rain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.
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.

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Written by: LEONARD COHEN

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Jonathan Michael Robbins

You were there for me while I was making love with a stranger. With tender passion
and sensual smiles.Our lips and our eyes. You were there for me like no other,
with a synchronized flow of perfect touching. You were there for me as I held in my arms
a quivering lover. A beautiful woman trembling with me in a soft embrace
We surrendered together, falling in unison before your melody.
Reaching for each other in a subtle danceof sublimity and soft perfection.
Yes, you were there for me when there was no other. There with me
on my lonely throne of solitude. I loved you Leonard. You were the best.
When I was tired and lonely you let me rest. Your rhythm and your voice
became my comfort and my choice, to love again despite the pain,
to reach for God perhaps in vain. Yes Leonard, I did my report. I lost my mind
as a final resort.



andyg

You thought that it could never happen
To all the people that you became,
Your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.
But here, right here,
Between the birthmark and the stain,
Between the ocean and your open vein,
Between the snowman and the rain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.
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.



Lucinda M Lourenço

Love Calls You by Your Name

You thought that it could never happen
to all the people that you became,
your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.
But here, right here,
between the birthmark and the stain,
between the ocean and your open vein,
between the snowman and the rain,
once again, once again,
love calls you by your name.
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.



Ian Thomas

@elmo TM I understand why you consider my comments about Sheeran to be condescending, elmo, and perhaps I could explain why in a little more detail. Maybe I was incredibly spoilt in the 60's when we had an embarrassment of riches to sample - Cohen, Dylan, Neil Young, Paul Simon and Gordon Lightfoot, to name a few. These people were genuinely talented wordsmiths who changed the whole dynamic of contemporary music. Just a sample verse from Dylan's "Desolation Row" -
Doctor Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they are trying to blow it up
And his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read "Have mercy on his soul"
They all play on the penny whistle, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row.
Sheeran could never get within a million miles of such imagination and innovation, and yet he's made a fortune from his insipid mediocrity.
Am I condescending and patronising? Yes, probably. But marginally-talented "artists" like Sheeran make it very easy for me to adopt such an attitude.



All comments from YouTube:

Jonathan Michael Robbins

You were there for me while I was making love with a stranger. With tender passion
and sensual smiles.Our lips and our eyes. You were there for me like no other,
with a synchronized flow of perfect touching. You were there for me as I held in my arms
a quivering lover. A beautiful woman trembling with me in a soft embrace
We surrendered together, falling in unison before your melody.
Reaching for each other in a subtle danceof sublimity and soft perfection.
Yes, you were there for me when there was no other. There with me
on my lonely throne of solitude. I loved you Leonard. You were the best.
When I was tired and lonely you let me rest. Your rhythm and your voice
became my comfort and my choice, to love again despite the pain,
to reach for God perhaps in vain. Yes Leonard, I did my report. I lost my mind
as a final resort.

andyg

You thought that it could never happen
To all the people that you became,
Your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.
But here, right here,
Between the birthmark and the stain,
Between the ocean and your open vein,
Between the snowman and the rain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.
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.

Vintage Seller

@Thayer Manns hahaha....you pervert!!!

Thayer Manns

For Decades I thought it was"between the penis and the cage"

Amanda Knopp

Ya, Andy

allan newstadt

andyg : thanks for the lyrics.

L F Watkins

andyg
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deuteronimus

This song is part of my own life...Leonard Cohen is gone and a little piece of my life has gone with him....Rest in peace,Leonard

Vintage Seller

When I was 18 in the mid 90s we were all listening to hard rock for the most part. One day I found my grandfathers Sony wm d6c. It had a tape in it. I pressed play on the songs of love and hate. And I played it over and over again. I took the tape to my friends and we spent a lot of time trying to just understand Mr. Cohen. Muy understanding of life would be so different if I hadn't played that tape. Thank you Mr. Cohen for the songs of my life. I'm from India. I wish to go to Montreal someday to sit on the porch of his erstwhile house and feel close to him. Rest in peace my guiding angel.

Vintage Seller

@Eric Tottle Sure thing mate!

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