If I could divide the smell of flowers
I’d send some to the falsely charged
Locked in prison cells
Send some to the lonely seniors
...
She called herself London
On that day
She fell from the sky
Child of apple blossoms
...
You knew me when I built monsters
Before the days when you bled
You knew me when I surrendered
To the nightmares in my head
...
When she stepped out of the shower
In pale wet skin
And splendor
...
Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails
...
In that glistening azure pond
I had a favorite
A duck
I called
...
Got my crazies by my side
Drunk on vodka cyanide
Setting fire to the night
That’s the way we live the life
...
These are my confessions
Secrets of my mind
Everything that mattered
Truth I can not hide
...
There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves
...
Let's go climb
And move back time
To that mysterious hill
Where a boy first met his girl
...
This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
...
Rose hips lady
Your field is ripe
Bury my torn body
In that rain-soaked night
...
These were my confessions
(A message to God)
The light begins to fade
(It’s time to go)
...
You stole my shirt again
The one with stains
Beneath my armpits
...
I have an evil lover
Torments me with her sting
Fierce Canadian winter
Wearing boots
...
A great man had a dream
Ending in a murder scene
And I’m not such a man
Never been so brave or grand
...
In dreams I appear and take her
Down a path she dares not wander
In a town beset by plunder
I shake her blood and bone
...
Catman Cohen is the controversial and mysterious shadow musician who sings in a deep bullfrog voice and performs duets with she-males, Emos, Goths, Suicide Girls, Jewish rappers, Latin choirs, dancing violinists, and other offbeat types. He released four CDs containing several political songs.)
Sounds Of Love
Used to say
Life is love
Love will cure
Tears in blood
I know love
Very well
Awesome joy
Godless hell
Time taught me
How Love sounds
Can’t describe
There are no nouns
Love’s a shicket wanna doopoo
Love’s a furter gobba looloo
When you kiss me onna kookoo
Makes me nokka fokka booyoo
Love’s a bona inna sheemee
Love’s a baylay ronna weenee
When you hold my ugga keekee
Gets me bodda hodda deekee
Used to say
Baby love
Kissing you
Is my drug
I know love
Very well
Awesome joy
Godless hell
Time taught me
How Love sounds
Can’t describe
There are no nouns
Love’s a shicket wanna doopoo
Love’s a furter gobba looloo
When you kiss me onna kookoo
Makes me nokka fokka booyoo
Love’s a bona inna sheemee
Love’s a baylay ronna weenee
When you hold my ugga keekee
Gets me bodda hodda deekee
These are the sounds of love.
(2005)