Celi život mi prigovaraju da sam pomalo spor. Valjda se sa tim rodiÅ” i privikneÅ” se na neki drugaÄiji ritam. Ipak, to je mnogo bolje nego da mi kažu da neÅ”to radim pogreÅ”no.
Zbog te moje uroÄene sporosti, bilo mi je potrebno dve godine da se setim ove pesme. Bolje je i to nego da piÅ”em Cohenu nekrolog. ![]()
Na svom poslednjem studijskom albumu Popular Problems (2014), ovaj prekaljeni pesnik i muziÄar na refinirani naÄin pokazuje da se može i dostojanstveno stariti. ViÅ”e ne mora da se uživljava u likove iz svojih pesama, veÄ može da bude ono Å”to zaista jeste ā ciniÄni mudrac koji je, poput njegovih pesama, jednostavan.
Iām slowing down the tune
I never liked it fast
You want to get there soon
I want to get there lastItās not because Iām old
Itās not the life I led
I always liked it slow
Thatās what my momma saidIām lacing up my shoe
But I donāt want to run
Iāll get here when I do
Donāt need no starting gunItās not because Iām old
Itās not what dying does
I always liked it slow
Slow is in my blood
I always liked it slow:
I never liked it fast
With you itās got to go:
With me itās got to lastItās not because Iām old
Itās not because Iām dead
I always liked it slow
Thatās what my momma saidAll your moves are swift
All your turns are tight
Let me catch my breath
I thought we had all nightI like to take my time
I like to linger as it flies
A weekend on your lips
A lifetime in your eyesI always liked it slow…
Iām slowing down the tune
I never liked it fast
You want to get there soon
I want to get there lastSo baby let me go
Youāre wanted back in town
In case they want to know
Iām just trying to slow it down
Naizgled, ovo je pesma o seksu koji je, uprkos Cohenovom životnom dobu, joÅ” uvek njegova opsesija. Sa druge strane, njegovu poeziju možemo da tumaÄimo metaforiÄno, kao apel iskusnog Äoveka da se u svemu uspori. Internet, razni gadžeti i neprekidna jurnjava na poslu ne vrede nam niÅ”ta ako ne naÄemo vremena za sopstvene užitke. Jer, postajemo nesvesni da upravo na taj naÄin srljamo tamo odakle nam nema povratka.
Iako u svakoj Cohenovoj pesmi ima po neki genijalni stih koji bi mogao da bude epitaf na mojoj nadgrobnoj ploÄi, ovaj bi mi sasvim odgovarao:
I always liked it slow
I never liked it fast
With you itās got to go
With me itās got to last
slažem se, zaista bi bilo glupo pisati nekrolog nekom Äije Äe pjesme zauvjek sluÅ”ati ljudi “kojima vjetar ne huji kroz glave i kroz grudi”.
Dakle, viÅ”e voliÅ” da “moda prolazi” nego “miris zapaljene gume”. Jel tako Džo? š