In 2009, I was working out of town, and a friend loaned me a CD of
Leonard Cohen's greatest hits. All I knew of Leonard Cohen was "Hallelujah".
It wasn't on the CD. I gave a quick listen, and didn't find much I liked. Then,
Because I was out of town and had nothing to do, I read the tiny liner notes that
come with a CD.
Cohen talked about writing the song "Suzanne" (later recorded most famously by
Judy Collins, and best by Joan Baez) while engaged in "the wrong argument" with "the
wrong woman" in "the wrong hotel room".
And while engaging in this "wrong" argument, he was surreptitiously taking notes to
write the song "Suzanne." While he felt guilty about it, it was all coming so smoothly
that he didn't want to stop.
I immediately listened to "Suzanne" again. Didn't like Leonard's version, and it had
no hint of the aforementioned argument.
I knew right then that I would write a song about this. This is it. Just finished this
about a month ago in it's final form. I had never recorded the vocal to it before,
although I have performed the song publicly.
An extremely rough recording of the song can be heard at this link
www.reverbnation.com/HTMworksinprogressThe lyric is slightly different from the recorded song. The lyric is the most current version.
WRONG!!!
In the wrong damned hotel room, on the wrong side of the tracks.
On the wrong side of this argument, and your memories come flooding back.
This is wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrong.
On the wrong side of this overused bed,
having the wrong discussion with the wrong damned woman instead.
This is wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrong.
It's the wrong time of the day for me anyway.
I've never been a morning person I've got to say.
How callous would it be if I were writing this all down to make a song?
She's barking at me and I'm taking notes to make a song.
How callous can I get? Could I get this any more wrong?
I must be, must be, must be totally shameless to get it this wrong.
I must be totally shameless -- shameless.
On the wrong side of this drunken haze,
as the haze begins falling apart.
And as soon as it's gone, it's a pretty safe bet,
The hangover's going to start.
This is So wrong, so wrong, so wrong, so wrong.
Every time I promise myself I'll never do this again.
but in three short hours, I'll be hung over on that plane.
So wrong. So wrong.
Can't believe I keep bookin these morning flights.
It always feels like the right decision in the afternoon's bright lights.
How callous can I get. I'm writing this all down to make a song.
It's hard for me to see how I could get this any more wrong. Wrong.
I must be, must be, must be totally shameless to get it this wrong.
I must be totally shameless. I must be totally shameless.
