(A Disgrace)
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against
the man in front of me. I felt a cardboard placard on his
back. And when we passed a streetlight,
I could read it, it said “Please don’t pass me by - I am blind,
but you can see
- I’ve been blinded totally - Please don’t pass me by.” I was
walking along 7th
Avenue, when I came to 14th Street I saw on the corner
curious mutilations of the human form; it was a school for
handicapped people. And there were
cripples, and people in wheelchairs and crutches and it
was snowing, and I got this sense that the whole city was
singing this:
Oh please don’t pass me by,
oh please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh please don’t pass me by.
And you know as I was walking I thought it was them who
were singing it, I thought it was they who were singing it, I
thought it was the other who was
singing it, I thought it was someone else. But as I moved
along I knew it was me, and that I was singing it to myself.
It went:
Please don’t pass me by,
oh please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
well, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh please don’t pass me by.
Oh please don’t pass me by.
Now I know that you’re sitting there deep in your velvet
seats and you’re
thinking “Uh, he’s up there saying something that he
thinks about, but I’ll
never have to sing that song.” But I promise you friends,
that you’re going to
be singing this song: it may not be tonight, it may not be
tomorrow, but one day you’ll be on your knees and I want
you to know the words when the time comes. Because
you’re going to have to sing it to yourself, or to another, or
to your brother. You’re going to have to learn to sing this
song, it goes:
Please don’t pass me by,
ah you don’t have to sing this .. not for you.
Please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh please don’t pass me by.
Well I sing this for the Jews and the Gypsies and the smoke
that they made.
And I sing this for the children of England, their faces so
grave. And I sing
this for a saviour with no one to save. Hey, won’t you be
naked for me? Hey, won’t you be naked for me? It goes:
Please don’t pass me by,
oh please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh now, please don’t pass me by.
Now there’s nothing that I tell you that will help you con-
nect the blood tortured night with the day that comes next.
But I want it to hurt you, I want it to end. Oh, won’t you be
naked for me? Oh now:
Please don’t pass me by,
oh please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
but I’ve been blinded totally,
oh, please don’t pass me by.
Well I sing this song for you Blonde Beasts, I sing this
song for you Venuses upon your shells on the foam of the
sea. And I sing this for the freaks and the cripples, and
the hunchback, and the burned, and the burning, and the
maimed, and the broken, and the torn, and all of those that
you talk about at the coffee tables, at the meetings, and the
demonstrations, on the streets, in your music, in my songs.
I mean the real ones that are burning, I mean the real ones
that are burnin
I say, please don’t pass me by,
oh now, please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can see,
ah now, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh no, please don’t pass me by.
I know that you still think that its me. I know that you
think that there’s
somebody else. I know that these words aren’t yours. But I
tell you friends
that one day
You’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down on your knees,
you’re going to get down ..
Oh, please don’t pass me by,
oh, please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, yeah but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh, please don’t pass me by.
Well you know I have my songs and I have my poems. I
have my book and I
have the army, and sometimes I have your applause. I
make some money,
but you know what my friends, I’m still out there on the
corner. I’m with the freaks, I’m with the hunted, I’m with
the maimed, yes I’m with the torn, I’m
with the down, I’m with the poor. Come on now ...
Now I want to take away my dignity, yes take my dignity.
My friends, take
my dignity, take my form, take my style, take my honour,
take my courage,
take my time, take my time, .. time .. ‘Cause you know I’m
with you singing
this song. And I wish you would, I wish you would, I wish
you would go home with someone else. Wish you’d go
home with someone else. I wish you’d go home with some-
one else. Don’t be the person that you came with. Oh, don’t
be the person that you came with, Oh don’t be the person
that you came with. Ah, I’m not going to be. I can’t stand
him. I can’t stand who I am. That’s why I’ve got to get
down on my knees. Because I can’t make it by myself. I’m
not by myself anymore because the man I was before he
was a tyrant, he was a slave,
he was in chains, he was broken and then he sang:
Oh, please don’t pass me by,
oh, please don’t pass me by,
for I am blind, yes I am blind, Oh but you can see,
yes, I’ve been blinded totally,
oh, please don’t pass me by.
Well I hope I see you out there on the corner. Yeah I hope
as I go by that I hear you whisper with the breeze. Be-
cause I’m going to leave you now, I’m going to find me
someone new. Find someone new.
And please don’t pass me by.
Recorded in 1970 and included on Live Songs (1973), this is an unusual Cohen song, both in its length and its structure – a simple chorus interspersed with ad-libbed spoken sections. It is essentially a performance piece, the text given here being taken from the live recording, the last occasion on which Cohen performed this song. The chorus is taken straight from a New York beggar’s cardboard placard.