Featured Song: Leonard Cohen – Famous Blue Raincoat

Famous Blue Raincoat – Leonard Cohen

It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening

I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train, and
You came home without Lili Marlene

And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife

Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well, I see Jane’s awake
She sends her regards

And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way

If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

Sincerely, L Cohen

Original Song – The Cardinal

The Cardinal

The horizon opens slowly a snowy eye.
The cell phone sleeps beside the bedroom window.
From this dreamless city, no reply.
Just a creeping cardinal beneath the naked willow.

Bird of crimson, bring you any news?
Will you sing in answer to my love?
I am your martyr if you still refuse;
You can paint your children with my blood.

Lost in longing, displaced in aimless passion
This flash of life, this rose of pale December
Finds me blindly caged in my distraction
Still my shivering heart aches to remember
God of scarlet, son of starlit space,
With your fire, with your soul of sky,
Will you let fall a shadow, just a shadow of your grace?
I get no signal from these satellites.

Bird of winter, I softly sing for you.
If you’ll please reply, Cardinal, let me fly.
away with you

The horizon opens slowly a ghostly eye.
The cardinal creeps beneath the naked willow.
From this dreamless city, still no reply.
I press my breath against the frozen window.
I press my breath against the frozen window.

My desire—purified by silence—
May annihilate us both if I
Step out into the air to sing for you.
Step out into the air to sing for you.


Words and music by Adam Hummell. Copyright 2015.

Original Song – This Invisible Ocean

For mom.


As a wild eyed child, little shovel in hand,
I dug for treasure in a box full of sand.
I uncovered a seashell, a spiral of ivory,
And ran to ask my mother what this wonder might be.

She motioned to the plains, as she explained to me
How they were underwater as far as you could see.
I looked out in amazement as the tall trembling trees
Trickled as they shifted in the quick liquid breeze.

I turned to my mother and I said, “No way!
You mean what we see here, that’s just today?
But mama, oh mama,” I said, suddenly afraid.
“Mama, oh mama, why can’t it stay the same?
Mama, oh, mama, will the water come again?”

She took me in her arms and kissed my salty tears,
Caressed my dirty forehead, and whispered in my ear,
“If you live in this moment, you will learn to swim
This invisible ocean that we’re living in.”

Annabel Lee – Poe’s Haunting Poem in An Original Acoustic Composition

Words by Edgar Allan Poe. Music by Adam of the Universe. Copyright 2015.

Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
   In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
   By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
   Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
   I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
   Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
   In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
   My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
   And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
   In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
   Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
   In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
   Of those who were older than we—
   Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
   Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
   In her sepulchre there by the sea—
   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Original Song – Never Alone



One by one
my lovers have all moved on
Leavin’ me
With only this lonesome song

And quiet nights
With only myself to blame
Feelin’ as though
Nobody knows my name

    (Knows my name)

I walk along
The sidewalk still wet with rain
Just singin’ to
The shadows that move so strange

The moon it hangs
up in the sky so grey
It looks on me
Without a word to say

    (A word to say)

And then a man
With an unearthly smile
he says to me
“you’ve got it all wrong my child

You cannot be
alone in a world so grand.
and love it grows
out of the palm of your hand”

     (The palm of your hand
        Just give me your hand
            Help me understand)

      (instrumental verse)

And then the man
He vanished into the wind
And took with him
My feelings of isolation

And now I know
That all of life shares one
Love and so
I’m never alone

Never alone
     Never alone
           Never alone

Original Poem – Gone Colorado *Remix*

       Gone Colorado — Remix  (‘Cheek to Cheek’ lyrics by Irving Berlin)

Heaven, I’m in heaven
      How is it we’ve slipped into this impossible altitude?
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
      Two wine-drunk lovers in a silver station-wagon;
      The humming miles vanish beneath us.
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

      Half-past midnight on South Colorado 7,
      Riding the highway lines at perfect speed,

Heaven, I’m in heaven
And the cares that hung around me through the week
      Teasing the subtle urge of annihilation,
      Fearless under an absent sky,
      Timeless now, for a moment.
When we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek

       The night was invisible–smothered out of sight
       By the crawling tide of cumulonimbi.

Oh I love to climb a mountain
       Lost to Larimer County,
       Lost to the summits of the Twin Sisters,
       Lost to the jagged shadows of Taylor,
      Tungsten, and Hurricane Hill.

Oh I love to go out fishing
      Gone Colorado, gone Kansas,
      We fling out spotlight of awareness
      Not knowing what blind forgotten gods
      Peer out from the flashing rock faces.

Come on and dance with me
      You, leaning in now,
      Ethereal in the cyan glow of the dashboard display
      Lowering your window,
      A rush of wind spills wildly in.
Will carry me through

      I forgive you your cigarette
      As twists of your auburn hair leap and tangle;
      If you could have known your beauty then.

Right up to heaven, I’m in heaven
      Where spectral clouds born of wind and mist
      Fall softly on the foothills,
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
      We are timeless still,
      Blissful and oblivious to our inevitable descent
When we’re out together dancing, out together swinging
      Blank stars,
      Gone moon.
Out together dancing cheek to cheek

Original Poem – To The Stars

       To the Stars (an ekphrastic prose-poem)

Ad Astra“The bronze statue of the Kansa warrior, Ad Astra, was placed on top of the [state capital] dome in 2002. […]. The warrior faces toward the North Star, a symbol of finding one’s way. The statue is named for the state motto: Ad astra per aspera, “To the stars through difficulties.”
̶ Kansas Historical Society.

With great difficulty all four thousand, four hundred and twenty pounds of you journeyed three thousand miles without lifting a foot to cross highway, country road, river, or creek, through native-named cities and native-named counties of a native-named state where you were reported to be considered magnificent and made eye contact with no one. Hollow cast in silicon, bronze, and brass, designed as a Kansa; destined never to touch the tender black soil, breathe in the soft sigh of the golden prairie winds, or rest your unliving eyes on these gentle sloping plains; and as a warrior; never to know a single test of courage or undergo any rite of passage, having no spirit to prove worthy. Grown twenty-two feet in fourteen years (though never born) you were given your Latin name.

At first you were second choice only to the crop goddess Ceres, before her reputation was ruined by rumor of scandalous liaisons with brother Jupiter. It was eventually decided that you, as an Indian, were at least a little less controversial than the incestuous pagan, and you were given the honor of a permanent home on the Statehouse dome, and awarded all the weather you could want.

After disappointing a crowd of thousands by refusing your bolts on first attempt, you were again hoisted by four hundred and fifty foot crane and finally fixed atop the copper cupola. The four tribes were in attendance at your formal dedication and blessings were televised as native tongues spoke at long last of final peace and you were declared by the honorable Governor Graves to be both powerful and majestic.

Ten years later I climb the two hundred and ninety-six steps to stand twenty-three feet below your anchored moccasins where I see you sickly green and barely clothed, even in bitter January, wearing only feather headband, necklace, and loincloth all made of your same metal. You stand in frozen motion, at three hundred and four feet and still looking up, stretching taut your bow-string, arrow-point tipped towards Polaris, the bulging muscles of your arms knowing only the ache and tension of the draw, never the relief of release or the simple knowing if you have ever aimed true.