I have discovered irrefutable scientific evidence that song-writing ability is not passed down through DNA.

Leonard Cohen:

The birds they sang at the break of day
Start again, I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be
Ah the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in

Leonard Cohen’s son:

Without you, I’ve been standing ’round just like a statue
Laying on the couch all day like cats do
Waiting for the phone to ring, but it won’t ring
Without you, I’ve been standing ’round just like a statue
Laying on the floor thinking about you
I talk to myself like the crazies do
Otherwise I’m great, what about you?
What about you?
What about you?
Yea you, what about you?