Concern Lyrics & Chords By My Fictions

B: Is this true or do you have some other concern, Mr.
Cohen, that you'd like to get off your chest right now?
C: I haven't a single concern.
B: Come on now, what do you care about, really?
Don't you care about anything?
How can you be a good poet and not care about something?
C: No, no.
I do the poetry; you do the commentary.
B: No, but...
I'm...
let's get this straight: are you saying that there's nothing that worries you, there's nothing that bothers you?
How can you write poetry if you're not bothered by something?
C: Well, I'm...
I'm...
I'm bothered when I get up in the morning...
My real concern is to discover whether or not I'm in a state of grace.
And if I make that investigation and if I discover that I'm not in a state of grace, I try to go to bed.
B: What do you mean by a state of grace?
That's...
I've never understood.
C: A state of grace is that kind of balance with which you ride the chaos that you find around you.
It's not a matter of resolving the chaos, because there's something arrogant and warlike about putting the world in order, but having that kind of...
like an escaped ski going over a hill, just going through the contours of—
B: Oh, you have lost me!