Ballad of the Absent Mare - Leonard Cohen video free download

Herman Labuschagne

This is an amazingly beautiful song. Every country boy will know the feeling when his horse bolts and runs away, leaving him standing on the open fields. It is a feeling of dejection which involves more than just losing one's transport. It is very quiet when your horse is gone. You hear the crickets and you feel the wind, and the sky is blue enough to hurt your eyes. The feeling of disappointment and betrayal is with you for every mile of your long walk home. Of course, this song seems to be about more than just a horse. Leonard Cohen is telling a story within a story, as he often does. It is a story that will fit many lives, and in a sense we therefore each own the song in our respective ways.

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"Ballad Of The Absent Mare"Say a prayer for the cowboy His mare's run away And he'll walk til he finds her His darling, his stray but the river's in flood and the roads are awash and the bridges break up in the panic of loss. And there's nothing to follow There's nowhere to go She's gone like the summer gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song as the day caves in and the night is all wrong Did he dream, was it she who went galloping past and bent down the fern broke open the grass and printed the mud with the iron and the gold that he nailed to her feet when he was the lord And although she goes grazing a minute away he tracks her all night he tracks her all day Oh blind to her presence except to compare his injury here with her punishment there Then at home on a branch in the highest tree a songbird sings out so suddenly Ah the sun is warm and the soft winds ride on the willow trees by the river side Oh the world is sweet the world is wide and she's there where the light and the darkness divide and the steam's coming off her she's huge and she's shy and she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame She longs to be lost he longs for the same and she'll bolt and she'll plunge through the first open pass to roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass Or she'll make a break for the high plateau where there's nothing above and there's nothing below and it's time for the burden it's time for the whip Will she walk through the flame Can he shoot from the hip So he binds himself to the galloping mare and she binds herself to the rider there and there is no space but there's left and right and there is no time but there's day and night And he leans on her neck and he whispers low "Whither thou goest I will go" And they turn as one and they head for the plain No need for the whip Ah, no need for the rein Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight? Who snaps it asunder the very next night Some say the rider Some say the mare Or that love's like the smoke beyond all repair But my darling says "Leonard, just let it go by That old silhouette on the great western sky" So I pick out a tune and they move right along and they're gone like the smoke and they're gone like this songtrad. : Ballata della cavalla perdutaRecita una preghiera per il cowboy la sua cavalla è scappatae lui camminerà finchè non l'avrà trovatail suo tesoro la sua smarritaMa il fiume è in pienae le strade sono inondatee i ponti crollatinel panico della disfattaE non c'è più nessuno da seguirene alcun luogo ove andarelei se n'è andata come l'estatesciolta come la nevee le cicale lacerano il cuore con il loro cantoe il giorno è terminatoe la notte cancellataNel sogno c'era leiche galoppava via velocee curvava giù la felcee fendeva irruente l'erbae imprimeva il fango con il ferro e l'oroche lui le aveva inchiodato agli zoccoliquando ne era ancora il padroneE benchè lei stia lì ferma a pascolare un minuto ancoralui la insegue la notte interae poi tutto il giorno accecato alla sua presenzasenza accettarene la sua ferita ne la sua punizioneA casa da un ramodell'albero albero più altoun uccello stride all'improvvisoe il sole è tiepidoe il vento soffia leggerofra i salici sulle rive del fiumee il mondo è così dolceil mondo è così grandeLei è là doveluce e tenebre si confondonoe il vapore le emana d'intornoed è superba e timidae danza sulla lunaquando splende nel cieloPoi torna al suo fiancoma non è veramente dociledesidera perdersi di nuovoe lui lo stessoCosì lei fuggirà a precipizioattraverso il primo varco apertoper andare a pascolare e rotolarsi nell'erba tenera di montagnae riposerà ancora un pocolassù sull'altopianodove non v'è niente soprae niente sottoE verrà il tempo del fardelloe verrà il tempo della frustae cavalcherà fra il crepitare delle fiammee potrà lui sparare dal suo fianco?Così egli lega se stessoalla cavalla galoppantee lei lega se stessa al cavalieree non c'è spazioma ci sono destra e sinistrae non c'è tempoma ci sono giorno e notteEgli si appoggia al suo colloe le sussurra piano"Ovunque tu andrai io verrò"E così divennero una cosa solae si diressero verso la pianurasenza bisogno della frustasenza bisogno delle brigliaed ora l'abbraccio della loro unionechi lo assicura saldamente?Chi fuggirà lontano la prossima notte?Qualcuno dice il cavalierequalcun'altro la cavallaO che l'amore è come il fumoche da tutto riparaed invece la mia donna dice:"Leonard, lascia che passiquel vecchio fantasmanel cielo sconfinato dell'ovest"Allora ho scelto una musicae loro sono scomparsisì, dissolti come la nebbiasvaniti via insieme a questa canzone

sandro beltrami

"Ballad Of The Absent Mare"Say a prayer for the cowboy His mare's run away And he'll walk til he finds her His darling, his stray but the river's in flood and the roads are awash and the bridges break up in the panic of loss. And there's nothing to follow There's nowhere to go She's gone like the summer gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song as the day caves in and the night is all wrong Did he dream, was it she who went galloping past and bent down the fern broke open the grass and printed the mud with the iron and the gold that he nailed to her feet when he was the lord And although she goes grazing a minute away he tracks her all night he tracks her all day Oh blind to her presence except to compare his injury here with her punishment there Then at home on a branch in the highest tree a songbird sings out so suddenly Ah the sun is warm and the soft winds ride on the willow trees by the river side Oh the world is sweet the world is wide and she's there where the light and the darkness divide and the steam's coming off her she's huge and she's shy and she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame She longs to be lost he longs for the same and she'll bolt and she'll plunge through the first open pass to roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass Or she'll make a break for the high plateau where there's nothing above and there's nothing below and it's time for the burden it's time for the whip Will she walk through the flame Can he shoot from the hip So he binds himself to the galloping mare and she binds herself to the rider there and there is no space but there's left and right and there is no time but there's day and night And he leans on her neck and he whispers low "Whither thou goest I will go" And they turn as one and they head for the plain No need for the whip Ah, no need for the rein Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight? Who snaps it asunder the very next night Some say the rider Some say the mare Or that love's like the smoke beyond all repair But my darling says "Leonard, just let it go by That old silhouette on the great western sky" So I pick out a tune and they move right along and they're gone like the smoke and they're gone like this songtrad. : Ballata della cavalla perdutaRecita una preghiera per il cowboy la sua cavalla è scappatae lui camminerà finchè non l'avrà trovatail suo tesoro la sua smarritaMa il fiume è in pienae le strade sono inondatee i ponti crollatinel panico della disfattaE non c'è più nessuno da seguirene alcun luogo ove andarelei se n'è andata come l'estatesciolta come la nevee le cicale lacerano il cuore con il loro cantoe il giorno è terminatoe la notte cancellataNel sogno c'era leiche galoppava via velocee curvava giù la felcee fendeva irruente l'erbae imprimeva il fango con il ferro e l'oroche lui le aveva inchiodato agli zoccoliquando ne era ancora il padroneE benchè lei stia lì ferma a pascolare un minuto ancoralui la insegue la notte interae poi tutto il giorno accecato alla sua presenzasenza accettarene la sua ferita ne la sua punizioneA casa da un ramodell'albero albero più altoun uccello stride all'improvvisoe il sole è tiepidoe il vento soffia leggerofra i salici sulle rive del fiumee il mondo è così dolceil mondo è così grandeLei è là doveluce e tenebre si confondonoe il vapore le emana d'intornoed è superba e timidae danza sulla lunaquando splende nel cieloPoi torna al suo fiancoma non è veramente dociledesidera perdersi di nuovoe lui lo stessoCosì lei fuggirà a precipizioattraverso il primo varco apertoper andare a pascolare e rotolarsi nell'erba tenera di montagnae riposerà ancora un pocolassù sull'altopianodove non v'è niente soprae niente sottoE verrà il tempo del fardelloe verrà il tempo della frustae cavalcherà fra il crepitare delle fiammee potrà lui sparare dal suo fianco?Così egli lega se stessoalla cavalla galoppantee lei lega se stessa al cavalieree non c'è spazioma ci sono destra e sinistrae non c'è tempoma ci sono giorno e notteEgli si appoggia al suo colloe le sussurra piano"Ovunque tu andrai io verrò"E così divennero una cosa solae si diressero verso la pianurasenza bisogno della frustasenza bisogno delle brigliaed ora l'abbraccio della loro unionechi lo assicura saldamente?Chi fuggirà lontano la prossima notte?Qualcuno dice il cavalierequalcun'altro la cavallaO che l'amore è come il fumoche da tutto riparaed invece la mia donna dice:"Leonard, lascia che passiquel vecchio fantasmanel cielo sconfinato dell'ovest"Allora ho scelto una musicae loro sono scomparsisì, dissolti come la nebbiasvaniti via insieme a questa canzone

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Joe KN

"Ballad Of The Absent Mare"Say a prayer for the cowboy His mare's run away And he'll walk til he finds her His darling, his stray but the river's in flood and the roads are awash and the bridges break up in the panic of loss. And there's nothing to follow There's nowhere to go She's gone like the summer gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song as the day caves in and the night is all wrong Did he dream, was it she who went galloping past and bent down the fern broke open the grass and printed the mud with the iron and the gold that he nailed to her feet when he was the lord And although she goes grazing a minute away he tracks her all night he tracks her all day Oh blind to her presence except to compare his injury here with her punishment there Then at home on a branch in the highest tree a songbird sings out so suddenly Ah the sun is warm and the soft winds ride on the willow trees by the river side Oh the world is sweet the world is wide and she's there where the light and the darkness divide and the steam's coming off her she's huge and she's shy and she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame She longs to be lost he longs for the same and she'll bolt and she'll plunge through the first open pass to roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass Or she'll make a break for the high plateau where there's nothing above and there's nothing below and it's time for the burden it's time for the whip Will she walk through the flame Can he shoot from the hip So he binds himself to the galloping mare and she binds herself to the rider there and there is no space but there's left and right and there is no time but there's day and night And he leans on her neck and he whispers low "Whither thou goest I will go" And they turn as one and they head for the plain No need for the whip Ah, no need for the rein Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight? Who snaps it asunder the very next night Some say the rider Some say the mare Or that love's like the smoke beyond all repair But my darling says "Leonard, just let it go by That old silhouette on the great western sky" So I pick out a tune and they move right along and they're gone like the smoke and they're gone like this song

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