Leonard Cohen – Happens to the Heart (Official Video)
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Lyrics:
I was always working steady
But I never called it art
I got my shit together
Meeting Christ and reading Marx
It failed my little fire
But it’s bright the dying spark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart
There’s a mist of summer kisses
Where I tried to double-park
The rivalry was vicious
The women were in charge
It was nothing, it was business
But it left an ugly mark
I’ve come here to revisit
What happens to the heart
I was selling holy trinkets
I was dressing kind of sharp
Had a pussy in the kitchen
And a panther in the yard
In the prison of the gifted
I was friendly with the guards
So I never had to witness
What happens to the heart
I should have seen it coming
After all I knew the chart
Just to look at her was trouble
It was trouble from the start
Sure we played a stunning couple
But I never liked the part
It ain’t pretty, it ain’t subtle
What happens to the heart
Now the angel’s got a fiddle
The devil’s got a harp
Every soul is like a minnow
Every mind is like a shark
I’ve broken every window
But the house, the house is dark
I care but very little
What happens to the heart
Then I studied with this beggar
He was filthy, he was scarred
By the claws of many women
He had failed to disregard
No fable here no lesson
No singing meadowlark
Just a filthy beggar guessing
What happens to the heart
I was always working steady
But I never called it art
It was just some old convention
Like the horse before the cart
I had no trouble betting
On the flood, against the ark
You see, I knew about the ending
What happens to the heart
I was handy with a rifle
My father’s .303
I fought for something final
Not the right to disagree
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Worst song ever.
As a man who is mainly into rap and hip hop music I dont understand why Leonard Cohen seems to resonate though my soul and I genuinely love his music so much. RIP a true legend
I wonder, is this song about the degenerating of the body, dying at last. Leaving the question, what happens to the heart, the energy of feelings, the power of one's art and poetry? I think it does. In this video I sense the transition from a living body to living sipirt. Meeting a monk on his way to raise spiritually. It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle. What happens to the heart
You just loved life so much, your poetry and songs were all a hymn to life, always to life, life, and life.
Кто знает,что за актёр в клипе ?
My sweet, beloved father, there where you’ve been gone, let me believe you found out what happens to the heart.
Whisper it to me, maybe I won’t miss you that much.
To all native English speakers: I do not quite undestand 'when I tried to double-park'. Does it have any other meaning beyond parking a car wrongly?
The story of my heart
I don't consider this music more like a guy reading a poem with music in the background
damn my homie really out here gettin butt naked in the forest huh
wonderful
My favourite song since the last month
How can something this much beautiful exist in this world!
That guy looks like a coach of dallas cowboys
Thank you for the art !
I cannot listen enough to his song. I am missing him, and I know that I am not the only one.
It seems like Leonard is still creating poetry from the afterlife.
He won over death,
Not talking about trolls here because they get what they want, your attention, yes those of you who just have to respond with the same ignorance and ego as the trolls. EVERY video becomes name calling and one almost forgets that yes you can love an artist or song..etc and someone else does not, so I just don't get how you forget about the song and start your on going, "I will get the last word in with some really vulgar terms. I swear, youtube must be filled with, elementary mentally age people. For those of you who pass by and talk about the subject with out resorting to that level thank you, you bring your opinion and explain why etc. I for one am not Leonard Cohen fan though once in awhile my mate or a friend will suggest a song and I'm, yeah, I get his creativity, it just doesn't touch me in the way some other artists/songs do and that doesn't take away from anyone's creativity or taste in what they love.
Teacher of wisdom. Sherpa to guide you off the wrong trail.
this is love for me
A poetic genius. Every line engaged and moved me…..and his voice, wow!
Cute
God made the World, Cohen made songs.
Who is the new messiah??
…crazy song…, depressing to see the west being saved by "buda"…???
I love it a soo much , amazing
I'm from Palestain
ما بعتقد انو في عرب مرو من هون
ان مر عربي اضغطت لايك
He is still stay with us ..
So sad
<3
Samson in new orleans.
What happens to the heart….
LOVELY UNIQUE HEAVENLY VOICE OF COHEN.. ♡♡♡
Leonard Cohen……..to infinity and beyond!
Beauty.
Cohen still is alive.
che Meraviglia..Grazie <3
Totallly genious!
I was always working steady
But I never called it art
I got my shit together
Meeting Christ and reading Marx
It failed, my little fire
But it spread the dying spark
Go tell the young messiah
What happens to the heart
There's a mist of summer kisses
Where I tried to double-park
The rivalry was vicious
The women were in charge
It was nothing, it was business
But it left an ugly mark
I've come here to revisit
What happens to the heart
I was selling holy trinkets
I was dressing kind of sharp
Had a pussy in the kitchen
And a panther in the yard
In the prison of the gifted
I was friendly with the guards
So I never had to witness
What happens to the heart
I should have seen it coming
After all, I knew the chart
Just to look at her was trouble
It was trouble from the start
Sure, we played a stunning couple
But I never liked the part
It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle
What happens to the heart
Now the angel's got a fiddle
The devil's got a harp
Every soul is like a minnow
Every mind is like a shark
Me, I've broken every window
But the house, the house is dark
I care, but very little
What happens to the heart
Then I studied with this beggar
He was filthy, he was scarred
By the claws of many women
He had failed to disregard
No fable here, no lesson
No singing meadowlark
Just a filthy beggar guessing
What happens to the heart
I was always working steady
But I never called it art
It was just some old convention
Like the horse before the cart
I had no trouble betting
On the flood, against the ark
You see, I knew about the ending
What happens to the heart
I was handy with a rifle
My father's .303
I fought for something final
Not the right to disagree
It turned upside down