The story goes that many long years ago, Leonard's family left him a home on the Greek Isle. There are no cars permitted there.
I could drink Red Needles on Hydra But it wouldn't give me the soul of a poet
I could drink Red Needles on Hydra But it wouldn't put words in my mouth
But I could drink Red Needles on Hydra
It's my small tribute poem to Leonard Cohen, a better poet than I a better poet than thou, unless you happen to be Rainer Maria Rilke or the other guy already mentioned.
Red Needles
The story goes that many long years ago this is a drink that Leonard invented. The ingredients: Tequila and Cranberry Juice.
