The Tower of Song


With more skat
than a stray cat
can poke his eyeballs at
the punk
in the Midnight Choir
starts to twist and shout
Yet …
the All in All
all too beautiful
for even a bird on a wire
to sing about
Like that
concert hall in Vienna
where your lips
were so warm and wet
Getting a feel
of the real deal
… that love thing
Upon a mission
a royal commission
seeking foremost
the rock solid Kingdom
It all starts from within
Seizing the living moment
Best be in it
to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

To find truth
without love
or at least a trace
of faith and hope
like trying to climb
the highest peak
of Mount Everest
without oxygen
or even a rope
Not saying it can’t be done
but man …
sounding much like
a clanging gong
in the Temple
of a world gone wrong
Or have I found
that love thing?
From the mire
of the dire basement
that we’re standing in
try as you might
to sight the heavens
across the endless skies
Far better
in the light
seeing the world
through heaven’s eyes
Heart and Soulful
Holy Mindfulness
is the rightful place
where we all belong

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I too
have tried
in my way
to be free
If it be your will
then let it be
here on earth
they sentenced me
to forty years of mayhem
for spying
the celebrants
of sin
Tell me
where does
this world end
and the next begin?
I don’t like your
toxic culture mister
And I don’t like
the choir
you’re singing in
I don’t like Big Brother’s
twisted little sister
The King
of everything
He’s coming back
He’s coming to reward them
The King of hearts
and minds
the Prince of Peace
But first
we seek the Kingdom
Then let freedom ring

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I’ve been buried
and I’ve been dug up
I call it grace amazing
You called it dumb luck
And thank you
for those items
that you sent me
The stone monkey
and the ink
under my skin
I’ve tunnelled
towards the light
and now I’m ready
we occupy the Kingdom
let the revolution begin

Yes … Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
Seeking the lost at sea
and the drowning
The stranger
the gambler
and me

And Leonard Cohen
he’s sailing on
to the Tower of Song

Through all
the rise and fall
the pulp fiction
from hell’s kitchen
I really like
to walk
that tightrope, baby
I really like
to hear
those Sirens sing
But to see that nightmare
of deception
prowling through creation
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom starts with

Remember me?
I use to to live
without rhyme or reason
Remember me?
I plugged your Hi-Fi in
You loved me as a loser
You’d hate
to ever see me win
With Christ Jesus
my ship has finally
come in
No longer tied
to a kitchen chair
With a Glory
and a broken Hallelujah!
But first
we take the Kingdom
Losing it all to win

And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song

I’m counselled
by a whisper
from the heavens
Once I was blinded
by visions in a spin
Now it’s …
So long Chicken Maryland
That frozen turkey
who nearly did me in
For now I’m guided
by the beauty of creation
and a thirst
for the Kingdom
where I first heard
those angels sing
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom begins within

And Leonard Cohen
he’s singing along
from the Tower of Song

~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-20

‘La Musica Sacra’
~ by Luigi Mussini

David B. Redpath © 2017-20


4,622 thoughts on “The Tower of Song”

    the average person
    covers their darkness
    with diluted rainbows
    squalid huts
    coated with paint
    from North Korea
    my favorite color:
    joy seeing the doors of Heaven open


  2. (+) every male barber is homosexual
    (+) having your hair cut by a male barber is homosexual
    (+) after you sit in the chair, you become the object of desire
    humans: goods that change and pass away
    the barber presses against you
    you can smell his hand


    1. Little Lolita now cuts my hair
      with more style and flair
      than any jailhouse barber
      she’s taken over
      that particular chore
      from Viking Mother
      who would chop away
      without forethought or care
      (especially when drunk
      she’d hairdo me like a punk)
      whereas with Little Lolita
      the process is a form of foreplay
      with that added element of danger ✂️
      what more can I say . . .
      than she really loves to cut hair
      especially when in the mood
      for a very bad hair day


  3. the phone late at night
    “me father’s barber is no light foot
    he kills wild boars with a paperclip”
    time is an odd thing
    perhaps he is at stage one
    collecting energy in his bulb
    next life he may bloom


  4. the local newspaper office
    donated issues not sold
    to a black preacher
    an elderly man
    in the winter
    he would sit
    next to a stove
    and feed papers
    an inch or two
    from death
    HISTORY was visible coming from the chimney
    names and faces and ape-like antics


  5. climbed down into the cistern
    to collect the timepiece
    it was 2:02
    Lars von Trier
    was there chubby
    said that I was lazy
    rather, I had become so
    my new penny shine gone
    citizens of hell
    busy recording


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