"Cohen's lyrics stand up in a variety of settings, and his limited vocal range tends to leave his melodies unfinished, allowing room for experimentation. On Buckley's version of 'Hallelujah,' for instance, the verse melodies ascend, and the open-throated singing transforms the chorus into a kind of earnest incantation that the songwriter probably wouldn't attempt himself. Cohen may sing about transcendence, but he seems never to fully endorse it."

Slightly late on this one, but Sasha Frere-Jones has a nice appreciation of Leonard Cohen over at the New Yorker.