Leonard Cohen was a prophet! A prophet! If you listen carefully, it's like he wrote the words yesterday! In fact, he published the song in 1992. The audio isn't the greatest so have only some of the lyrics below. Fascist newsreader AND LOUSY POET Brain Williams quoted Cohen's song “First We Take Manhattan,” saying on air “I am guided by the beauty of our weapons” describing Trump's missile launches in Syria. I threw up. In the song Cohen is referring to the weapons of art, music, and poetry as his beautiful weapons. So this fool, Brian Williams, doesn't know anything about Cohen--but then he is just a state propagandist. Think I am being too harsh? Wait to you hear this song, "The Future...It's Murder." Of course censors abbreviated the original real title leaving out "...It's Murder," but Cohen introduces the song in the video above as I titled it. And the third stanza below is also changed for public consumption so idiots like Brian Williams can distort Cohen's good memory. So should I put out a snowflake warning? "The Future" by Leonard Cohen (1992) Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that's an order! Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture Give me back the Berlin wall give me Stalin and St Paul I've seen the future, brother: it is murder. [Chorus] Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won't be nothing you can measure anymore.... You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: it is murder [Chorus] There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road and the white man dancing You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin' Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children anyhow I've seen the future, baby: it is murder... [chorus]
