User:CurrentCohen/I Can't Forget

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1 Ghent 12/08 À la claire fontaine (6) TEXT YouTube
2 Ghent 14/08 À la claire fontaine (2) + Dover Beach TEXT YouTube
3 Ghent 15/08 [1] SoundCloud
4 Ghent 17/08 À la claire fontaine (2) DIME
5 Ghent 18/08 ???
6 Amsterdam 21/08 Invictus TEXT YouTube
7 Amsterdam 22/08 ???
8 Copenhagen 25/08 [2] YouTube
9 Aalborg 26/08 TEXT YouTube
10 Mönchengladbach 06/09 TEXT YouTube
11 London 08/09 TEXT YouTube
12 London 09/09 Invictus DIME
13 Dublin 11/09 Invictus YouTube
14 Dublin 14/09 ???
15 Bucharest 22/09 Roses are red, Violets are blue [1] YouTube (fragment, 3:16)
  1. ^ To be transcripted.
  2. ^ A brief "thank you". To be transcripted.

2012-12-04, Toronto: no recitation
2013-04-28, Regina
2013-08-01, Pula soundcheck: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uOKDJB4eTYs: Chante, rossignol, chante
2013-08-15, Stockholm: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ckHpzOlB_l0: "this is the end of the evening, friends"
2013-09-03, Cardiff

À la claire fontaine[edit]

Traditional French song (first verse)

À la claire fontaine
M’en allant promener
J’ai trouvé l’eau si belle
Que je m’y suis baigné

Il y a longtemps que je t’aime,
Jamais je ne t’oublierai.

Translation:

So long I've been loving you
I will never forget you
At the clear spring
As I was strolling by

So long I've been loving you
I will never forget you

Leonard Cohen Delights Ghent with "I Can't Forget" Including A French Recitation- Opening Concert Old Ideas World Tour by Arlene Dick

Dover Beach[edit]

by Matthew Arnold (last verse)

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Invictus[edit]

by William Ernest Henley (first and second verses)

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Aalborg[edit]

transcripted by rmura

It was at the beginning or it was at the end. I thought it was somewhat close to, not exactly in the middle, but maybe closer to the end. I can't be absolutely certain but it seems to me that all the documents were in the drawer that was to the left of the cabinet--not the cabinet that opens, the cabinet that closes, and always closes, that was wide open.

Mönchengladbach[edit]

transcripted by sturgess66

I think it was here, a guy used to play football against this little town...(.no sir?.) maybe it was field hockey... I’m thinking - I'm thinking of somebody else - I don't know anymore.

London[edit]

transcripted by sue7

I believe, if I'm not mistaken, I used to live in London. Yes, it was long before Hampstead became fashionable. I lived in a little road with Stella Pullman (?) called Gayton. I had to bring a coal bucket in the morning. Did this really happen?

Reading about Stella Pullman:

I lived at the corner of Gayton Road and Hampstead High Street in 1959. I lived with my landlady, Mrs Stella Pullman. I had a bed in the sitting room and I had some jobs to do, like bringing up the coal to start the fire every morning. She said to me, 'What do you do in life?' and I said 'I'm a writer.' She said, 'How much do you write?' and I said, 'Three pages a day.' She said, 'I'm going to check at the end of every day. If you haven't written your three pages and you don't bring up the coal, you can't stay here.' She did that, Stella Pullman, and it was under her fierce and compassionate surveillance that I wrote my first novel, The Favourite Game.