I’m aching for you baby I can’t pretend I’m not I need to see you naked In your body and your thought I’ve got you like a habit And I’ll never get enough There is no cure, there is no cure There is no cure for love
There is no cure for love (x2) All the rocket ships climb through the sky The holy books are open wide Still nothing’s ever pure enough To be a cure for love, a cure for love There is no drink, there is no drug The doctors working day and night But they will never ever find that cure…
I see you in the subway, I see you on the bus I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up I see your hand, I see your hair Your bracelets and your brush And I call to you, I call to you But I don’t call soft enough There is no cure, there is no cure There is no cure for love
There is no cure for love…
I walked into this empty church, I had no place else to go When the sweetest voice I ever heard whispered to my soul I don’t need to be forgiven for loving you so much It’s written in the scriptures It’s written there in blood I even heard the angels declare it from above There is no cure, there is no cure There is no cure for love
I’m not here to review or analyse Cohen albums, just to sing songs from them, and also explain some of my choices. I’m Your Man is a phenomenal album. It marked the apex of a pop curve that Leonard Cohen (I can’t call him Leonard, and Cohen seems a bit cold) had started with New Skin for the Old Ceremony and continued with Various Positions. Then it peaked and took over the airwaves with I’ m Your Man. I listened to it tremendously at the time, so I am not trying in any way to put it down.
That being said, songs were overshadowed by the production. Ain’t No Cure For Love is a case in point. I lost interest in its gloss a long time ago and shelved it out of mind. It’s only recently that I paid it attention once more. Here was a brash pop number that I had frankly gotten to the point of finding nauseating, but which hid a soft, beautiful core. Getting to that core was what propelled me to do this project.
And I apologize to LC, not for singing it like this, but for unvulgarising its title and refrain.
I’m Your Man, Leonard Cohen. 1988