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Here's a link to 10 songs about my hometown, Montreal, Canada.

 

The most famous is Leonard Cohen's poem/song Suzanne. The river of the song is the St. Lawrence River. "Our Lady of the Harbor" is a chapel built in 1771 at Montreal's old port, whose real name is Notre-Dame de Bonsecours, which means Our Lady of Good Help. (Picture below.)

 

Suzanne

 

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer that you've always been her lover

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind

And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind

Now, Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river
She's wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

 

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1 hour ago, laripu said:

Here's a link to 10 songs about my hometown, Montreal, Canada.

 

The most famous is Leonard Cohen's poem/song Suzanne. The river of the song is the St. Lawrence River. "Our Lady of the Harbor" is a chapel built in 1771 at Montreal's old port, whose real name is Notre-Dame de Bonsecours, which means Our Lady of Good Help. (Picture below.)

 

Suzanne

 

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer that you've always been her lover

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind

And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind

Now, Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river
She's wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind

 

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I love that song.  Neil Diamond does a good cover of it.

 

I love the tea and oranges bit the best.

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I love that song.  Neil Diamond does a good cover of it.

I love the tea and oranges bit the best.

 

Thanks, I'll try to find the Neil Diamond version.

 

There are interviews out there. According to Leonard Cohen, it turns out, the tea was Bigelow "Constant Comment" tea, which has bits of orange rind in it.

 

The lyrical image is better than the reality that gave rise to it. 🙂

 

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1 hour ago, laripu said:

 

Thanks, I'll try to find the Neil Diamond version.

 

There are interviews out there. According to Leonard Cohen, it turns out, the tea was Bigelow "Constant Comment" tea, which has bits of orange rind in it.

 

The lyrical image is better than the reality that gave rise to it. 🙂

 

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cool beans!

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11 hours ago, GorgeousGeorge said:

I love canada.

 

People tend to either romanticize it or call it socialist.

 

The truth of it, which you start to get by living there, is that it has organized itself differently than the US, as every country does things differently, and those differences create different advantages and drawbacks.

 

Canada is certainly better for poor people. It welcomed my parents, impoverished holocaust survivors, after WWII. The subsidized universities meant that I could afford to go and not have to pay every much; but I still worked all throughout my undergrad degree. (Master's was paid with a $7500 teaching scholarship. In 1981 to 83, you could live on that. My rent was $200/month. ☺️)

 

Canadians love their universal Medicare, and we should have something like that here. Their outcomes are at least as good as ours for most people, and much better for poor people. 

 

On the other hand, their problems turn on English/French issues  (like ours do on black/white issues). And they also have horrible racism, KKK, white supremacists etc. Even mass murderers. You just hear about it less because they have 1/9 the population of the US.

 

Montreal is a special, tolerant, easy city, great to live in. The downside? The Mafia thinks so too, and they went there after all the US attorneys general since RFK made their lives difficult here. They own Montreal's construction industry, which builds with low-standard concrete, and therefore construction and repair goes on all summer.

 

The joke there is that Montreal only has two seasons: winter and construction.

 

And the winter is interminable and intolerable (for me, anyway).

 

I urge anyone to live there for awhile. It's the best way to learn the advantages and disadvantages of a place. 

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Back to our originally scheduled program. Not my home town but I like the song:

 

 

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11 hours ago, GorgeousGeorge said:

I've always loved women who were half crazy.

 

LC had a sparser, more somber version than Neil Diamond's. 

 

 

Maybe that's another difference been Canada and the United States. ☺️

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Good morning friend. Just woke up. Nice to hear something nice instead of you know what.

 

Get back to you in a few minutes after coffee and (cough, cough) cigarettes, the most addictive drug in the world. ☺️

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Been to Canada 6 times now and each time it has been quite pleasant. However, have only seen BC, Alberta, and a tiny bit of Saskatchewan. 

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3 hours ago, GorgeousGeorge said:

I wouldn't advise about getting your car tuned up there. I have a story to tell about that at a mafia owned car wash there.

 

https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Youngstown tune-up

 

There was a car wash on the "corner" across from the mob owned bowling alley where we, the outcasts used to hang out. The car wash was owned by a notorious don. 

My friend, Zurch, worked there. Zurch was not very bright and he didn't have both oars in the water very much.  The Boss used to have Zurch start up his Cadillac after work and drive it around to the side of the boss's office.

 

Zurch used to love doing that. Finally I pulled Zurch aside one day and told him about  the youngstown tuneup. He quit the job shortly thereafter.

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17 hours ago, GorgeousGeorge said:

 

There was a car wash on the "corner" across from the mob owned bowling alley where we, the outcasts used to hang out. The car wash was owned by a notorious don. 

My friend, Zurch, worked there. Zurch was not very bright and he didn't have both oars in the water very much.  The Boss used to have Zurch start up his Cadillac after work and drive it around to the side of the boss's office.

 

Zurch used to love doing that. Finally I pulled Zurch aside one day and told him about  the youngstown tuneup. He quit the job shortly thereafter.

 

Good story. :)

 

I have one too.

 

When I was a graduate student (Concordia University, in downtown Montreal) I liked to stay late in the grad student office and study, maybe go out for a meal around 10 or 11 PM and then go back and work till 3 M.

 

So I was out looking for a place to eat and ran into a girl I had taught. (I had a teaching assistantship while doing my MSc in mathematics.) Let's call the girl Roxanne.  - Because that was actually her name. :)

 

Roxanne and I talked for few minutes, then I asked her if she wanted to come along with me for a bite. She agreed.

 

I was a pretty good looking guy back then, 1982, in my early 20s. I had long blond hair, a beard, and I was wearing tight jeans and a black leather jacked that my parents had given me for my BSc graduation. I was wearing a lovely white woolen scarf, made in Pakistan, given to me as a gift from a another student, a Saudi girl I was tutoring in math.

 

Anyway, we got to an Italian restaurant that looked pretty good. The door to the upstairs restaurant was locked so we were about to leave, but a waitress came out of the adjacent bar, looked me over and said: "hey, no problem, we'll open up for you". I was feeling pretty good at this point, so we went upstairs and ordered a nice meal.

 

In comes another couple. A very statuesque woman with a physically imposing man, both immaculately dressed. he had on an expensive watch, as I recall. (I wore a Timex Ironman watch. Still do.) The strange thing was - this man was also wearing a black leather jacket and a white scarf. His scarf was silk.

 

As he and his date were sitting down, not far from us, he caught my eye and nodded. friendly, I thought. I smiled and nodded back.

 

Anyway, we ate and drank, they ate and drank, and eventually they left and we left soon after.

 

I called an Italian friend of mine and told him this strange story. I could almost hear him blanch over the phone. He paused, then said: "Black leather jacket and white scarf are the commonly worn 'uniform' of Mafia hit-men".

 

Then I understood why they would open a restaurant for me at almost 11 PM on a week night. I understood that the man sitting near me was probably a hit-man and had nodded to me out pf professional courtesy. And I guess he overheard our trivial conversation about school and math and found it entirely beneath concern.

 

And none of it had anything to do with my looks.

 

But damn, that was such a good meal.

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