Meet me down there by the train.

My wife’s friend asked me to play Dance Me To The End Of Love at her wedding, and like most Leonard Cohen songs, the lyrics are on another level. Crafting vivid images with the verbal equivalent of found art, juxtaposing the sacred and the profane, the cryptic and the common, his words float through a mysterious twilight without ever falling into the sea of drivel that swallows so many who flirt this heavily with the abstract. Also, like many Cohen songs, it’s been covered quite a bit, and the covers are oftentimes better than the original (Buckley’s Hallelujah being the most obvious example.) Madeleine Peyroux does a great jazzy take on the song in question, which I’ve had for a while, but the bride-to-be just turned me on to the great version above by the Civil Wars.