Let’s sing together! This Tuesday, April 7, at 7:30 pm EST on our balconies with Martha Wainwright & Li’l Andy *!
*We comply with the sanitary protocol in the event
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in” – Leonard Cohen
We as Montrealers are proud of our ability to work together through difficult times. We did it during the ice storm and we are ready to do it again. So while there are dark clouds ahead, let us gather together and conjure the spirit, endurance, and wit of our favorite son – Leonard Cohen.
This Tuesday April 7th at 7:30 pm, let us gather together again (in our safe distances), on our porches, from our windows to summon our voices in hope in a rousing collective singalong.
This week, Montreal’s Li’l Andy will perform “I lost my baby” by Jean Leloup, “The Partisan” by Leonard Cohen and “Angel from Montgomery” by John Prine.
We will be streaming the voice of our virtual choirmaster L’il Andy to lead the way, but please all join in with your many voices! The live stream link will be posted at 7:25 PM EST in the “Discussion” section.
We can assure you that there will be no duets nor physical contact between artists. The microphones will be disinfected between performances and we are taking all necessary precautionary measures to ensure safety and compliance with the sanitary protocol.
“I Lost My Baby” – Jean Leloup
I lost my baby, I lost my darling, I lost my friends, I lost my mind
I lost my baby, I lost my darling, I lost my friends, I lost my mind
Pour une fille d’Ottawa, grandie à Sainte-Foy
D’un père militaire, et d’une belle fille qui fut sa mère
Qui écoutait du country, entre deux caisses de bières
Et partait le samedi, pour un lac d’Hawkesbury
Rejoindre la grand-mère and all the family
And all the family
Ah, je ne peux vivre sans toi
Et je ne peux vivre avec toi
Mais tu peux très bien vivre sans moi
Je suis foutu dans les deux cas
I lost my baby, I lost my darling, I lost my friends, I lost my mind
Coup de fil de Jami, qui un jour tomba
Pour une fille d’Ottawa
Grandie je ne sais pas
D’un père pilote de l’air
Et d’une mère je ne sais quoi
Tous deux aimaient le cinéma
Nous sommes habitants de la terre
Il y a des milliers de frontières
Quelqu’un existe dans l’univers
Pour quelqu’un d’autre et c’est la guerre
I lost my baby, I lost my darling, I lost my friends, I lost my mind
Pour une fille d’Ottawa, grandie à Sainte-Foy
Et qui un jour tomba pour un chanteur populaire
Grandi en Algérie, assez fucké merci
Et qui lui dit adieu, je repars faire ma vie
À Hawkesbury
À Hawkesbury
À Hawkesbury
À Hawkesbury
I lost my baby, I lost my darling, I lost my friends, I lost my mind
–––
“The Partisan” – Leonard Cohen
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender
This I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished
I have changed my name so often
I’ve lost my wife and children
But I have many friends
And some of them are with me
An old woman gave us shelter
Kept us hidden in the garret
Then the soldiers came;
She died without a whisper
There were three of us this morning
I’m the only one this evening
But I must go on;
The frontiers are my prison
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing
Through the graves the wind is blowing
Freedom soon will come;
Then we’ll come from the shadows
Les Allemands étaient chez moi
Ils me dirent, “Signe-toi,”
Mais je n’ai pas peur;
J’ai repris mon arme
J’ai changé cent fois de nom
J’ai perdu femme et enfants
Mais j’ai tant d’amis;
J’ai la France entière
Un vieil homme dans un grenier
Pour la nuit nous a caché
Les Allemands l’ont pris;
Il est mort sans surprise
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing
Through the graves the wind is blowing
Freedom soon will come;
Then we’ll come from the shadows
–––
“Angel from Montgomery” – John Prine
I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that’s grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom’ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren’t much to look at, just free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam.
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom’ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
There’s flies in the kitchen I can hear ’em there buzzing
And I ain’t done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom’ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
