So No More Songs Of Love

Judy Collins: La Colombe

Leonard Cohen: The Partisan

Oh, the torment
bred in the race,
the grinding
scream of death
and the stroke
that hits the vein,
the hemorrhage
none can staunch,
the grief, the curse
no man can bear.
But there is a cure
in the house,
and not outside it,
no, not from others
but from them,
their bloody strife.
We sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.
Now hear, you blissful powers underground --
answer the call, send help.
Bless the children, give them triumph now.

--Aeschylus