Lyric discussion by snydal 

OK - I'm a long-time cohen fan, but this song has always occupied a lot on the periphery of his classic songs - perhaps because I find it almost unapproachably personal.

Anyway, I've had some time recently (singing along in the car) to try and analyse what he might have attempted here, and I was blown away by the implications - but maybe you can tell me if I'm on the right track or not ...

here goes:

The rain falls down on last year's man, that's a jew's harp on the table, that's a crayon in his hand.

this is cohen at work - his tools are that of a (primitive) folk musician and a (primitive) architect. His work is in the process of being ruined/blessed.

And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw shadows on the wood.

his plans, too far-reaching as they turned out, have obscured the view of forest (wood) for the trees (stems).

And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend and all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man.

This is the covering before of the source of light, the source of song, that has become ragged, letting the rain fall in, at once a blessing and a curse.

I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark oh one by one she had to tell them that her name was Joan of Arc.

Now we have a strong, powerful woman who plays with warriors and then reveals that her loyalty is with the kingdom and not with them or their feelings of love. She has a higher calling - to be a warrior herself.

I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while; I want to thank you, Joan of Arc, for treating me so well.

Well, look at this - cohen was one of these warriors! One of many, that is ...

And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight; all these wounded boys you lie beside, goodnight, my friends, goodnight.

whom he calls "wounded" - by their lover, maybe? anyway, cohen bids farewell to all that ...

I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived; Bethlehem the bridegroom, Babylon the bride.

OK - now we get to the forementioned religious imagery - notice cohen wasn't invited as a guest, but he takes part - the question is: in which role? Now, I've been reading Robert Graves' King Jesus, which is gonna inform my take on this, but I would take "Bethlehem" to be the house of Joseph, of the Edomites (descended directly from Adam), hereditary royalty of the tribes of Israel. Babylon could refer to the house that the high priestesses of the G-ddess belong - they would naturally be identified with sin, since Jehovah's followers needed to demonize the older religion. So, by extension what we may have here is a marriage between Adam and Eve, between the G-d and the G-ddes ...

Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me, and Bethlehem inflamed us both like the shy one at some orgy. And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil that I had to draw aside to see the serpent eat its tail.

Now Eve presents herself to cohen, suggested that he may be Adam and the third party at once. She is unashamed of her nakedness, while Adam (cohen) is shy. The consummation of marriage is equated with the original fall from grace, and as he draws aside the bridal veil, the principle of eternal fall and resurrection, of renewal, is revealed.

Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain so I hang upon my altar and I hoist my axe again.

These lines may be the key - some women wait for the redeemer-king and some for his killer; cohen will play both roles.

And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began when Jesus was the honeymoon and Cain was just the man.

It began with the conception of Jesus, or maybe the bodily union after the appointment of the new king, and it began with Cain as a man, not yet a regicide (soon to be the next king).

And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin that the wilderness is gathering all its children back again.

Here I like to think of the Jewish tradition of wrapping the Torah around your arm and shoulder with a system of leather straps (but please correct me if I'm wrong here). On the other hand, these Bibles bound in blood and skin are of course us and our bodies, so that what's written in our bodies is to the effect that we are being drawn back to nature (and therefore to the G-ddess).

The rain falls down on last year's man, an hour has gone by and he has not moved his hand. But everything will happen if he only gives the word; the lovers will rise up and the mountains touch the ground.

So now we see that the rain may bring more fruitful crops than any plans cohen the architect can draft. In fact, he is frozen in inaction at this realisation. Now he is likened to G-d: his word holds the power to redeem mankind or reverse physical hierarchies.

But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend and all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man.

The new insight here is that the light and the song are better broken than mended, since that way the wild G-dess inspiration can fertilise last year's (failed) seed.

I've probably gone a bit far with this, but I'm sure some of you will forgive me.

This is such a mysterious song, I would love to figure it out but that's quite difficult because it is so personal. Snydal, I really do like your interpretation, looks like you've put a lot of thought in it! Here's mine:

The rain falls down on last year's man, that's a jew's harp on the table, that's a crayon in his hand.

I also think that last year's man refers to God, the jew's harp being an image for Judaism (king David) and the crayon for Christianity (Jesus). Now the rain falls down upon him, he is forgotten.

I think this is one of the deepest songs Cohen ever wrote, if not the deepest.

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