早上趕往看片的路上，看到佳嫻轉po新聞，她只配上大大的「不」字和一連串驚嘆號。於是原本那個準備看超限級喜劇的情緒，也蕩然無存了。一整天都在想今晚該挑哪首歌，一整個下午都在聽《Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man》的原聲帶。我不敢說自己對這位詩人／歌手／創作者多熟，但從第一次因為紀錄片認識他到現在，也剛好十年了。一如很多讓我認識新音樂的緣分，這次同樣是因為電影。而一個藝術家的風範，風趣，溫暖，還有生活裡實踐的美學和信仰⋯⋯那一切都太迷人。

如今他走了。雖然他走得安詳，也大概沒有遺憾，在這樣的時節依舊蕭瑟。於是我想了一整天，要挑哪一首歌？雖然也想私心選有U2版本的〈Tower of Song〉，雖然也想貼讓我認識Rufus Wainwright的〈Chelsea Hotel No.2〉，雖然好愛Martha Wainwright的〈The Traitor〉，最後選擇了這首，電影中出現但沒有收錄在原聲帶的曲子，只因為柯恩老爺那唱著「a thousand kisses deep」的嗓音，我太印象深刻。

能有這樣的深深沉到魂靈裡邊的真摯，那樣的吻，才是千萬地重吧。

在〈Tower of Song〉的歌詞裡，他寫道：

I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond
They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song

（我生來如此，無可選擇）
（我生來有一副天賜的金嗓子）
（二十七個來自下一世的天使）
（把我綁在這張桌子上，在這座音樂之塔裡）

今天之後，他是終於能離開那張桌子了呢？還是其實，把巨塔也帶往來世了？

RIP了老紳士。今晚和大家分享這首歌，晚安。

【一天分享一首歌之第298天】〈A Thousand Kisses Deep〉/ Leonard Cohen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46cSksKVzzs

#一天分享一首歌
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The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it’s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it’s real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,
I’m back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won’t exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat . . .