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from Leonard Cohen - Old Ideas (2012)
Tell me again
When I’ve been to the river And I’ve taken the edge off my thirst Tell me again We’re alone and I’m listening I’m listening so hard that it hurts Tell me again When I’m clean and I’m sober Tell me again When I’ve seen through the horror Tell me again Tell me over and over Tell me that you want me then Amen… Tell me again When the victims are singing And the Laws of Remorse are restored Tell me again That you know what I’m thinking But vengeance belongs to the Lord Tell me again When I’m clean and I’m sober Tell me again When I’ve seen through the horror Tell me again Tell me over and over Tell me that you love me then Amen… Tell me again When the day has been ransomed And the night has no right to begin Try me again When the angels are panting And scratching at the door to come in Tell me again When I’m clean and I’m sober Tell me again When I’ve seen through the horror Tell me again Tell me over and over Tell me that you need me then Amen… Tell me again When the filth of the butcher Is washed in the blood of the lamb Tell me again When the rest of the culture Has passed through the Eye of the Camp Tell me again When I’m clean and I’m sober Tell me again When I’ve seen through the horror Tell me again Tell me over and over Tell me that you love me then Amen… 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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from Leonard Cohen - Old Ideas (2012)
I know it really is a pity
The way you treat me now I know you can’t forgive me But forgive me anyhow The ending got so ugly I even heard you say You never ever loved me But could you love me anyway I dreamed about you baby You were wearing half your dress I know you have to hate me But could you hate me less? I used up all my chances And you’ll never take me back But there ain’t no harm in asking Could you cut me one more slack? I’m naked and I’m filthy And there’s sweat upon my brow And both of us are guilty Anyhow Have mercy on me baby After all I did confess Even though you have to hate me Could you hate me less? It’s a shame and it’s a pity I know you can’t forgive me The ending got so ugly You never ever loved me Dreamed about you baby I know you have to hate me I’m naked and I’m filthy And both of us are guilty Anyhow Have mercy on me baby 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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from Leonard Cohen - Old Ideas (2012)
There’s something that I’m watching
Means a lot to me It’s a broken banjo bobbing On the dark infested sea Don’t know how it got there Maybe taken by the wave Off of someone’s shoulder Or out of someone’s grave It’s coming for me darling No matter where I go Its duty is to harm me My duty is to know There’s something that I’m watching Means a lot to me It’s a broken banjo bobbing On the dark infested sea 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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O gather up the brokenness
And bring it to me now The fragrance of those promises You never dared to vow The splinters that you carry The cross you left behind Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind And let the heavens hear it The penitential hymn Come healing of the spirit Come healing of the limb Behold the gates of mercy In arbitrary space And none of us deserving The cruelty or the grace O solitude of longing Where love has been confined Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind O see the darkness yielding That tore the light apart Come healing of the reason Come healing of the heart O troubled dust concealing An undivided love The Heart beneath is teaching To the broken Heart above O let the heavens falter And let the earth proclaim: Come healing of the Altar Come healing of the Name O longing of the branches To lift the little bud O longing of the arteries To purify the blood And let the heavens hear it The penitential hymn Come healing of the spirit Come healing of the limb O let the heavens hear it The penitential hymn Come healing of the spirit Come healing of the limb 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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from Leonard Cohen - Old Ideas (2012)
Had to go crazy to love you
Had to go down to the pit Had to do time in the tower Begging my crazy to quit Had to go crazy to love you You who were never the one Whom I chased through the souvenir heartache Her braids and her blouse all undone Sometimes I’d head for the highway I’m old and the mirrors don’t lie But crazy has places to hide in That are deeper than any goodbye Had to go crazy to love you Had to let everything fall Had to be people I hated Had to be no one at all I’m tired of choosing desire I been saved by a blessed fatigue The gates of commitment unwired And nobody trying to leave Sometimes I’d head for the highway I’m old and the mirrors don’t lie But crazy has places to hide in That are deeper than any goodbye Had to go crazy to love you You who were never the one Whom I chased through the souvenir heartache Her braids and her blouse all undone 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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I caught the darkness
Drinking from your cup I caught the darkness Drinking from your cup I said: Is this contagious? You said: Just drink it up I got no future I know my days are few The present’s not that pleasant Just a lot of things to do I thought the past would last me But the darkness got that too I should’ve seen it coming It was right behind your eyes. You were young and it was summer I just had to take a dive. Winin’ you was easy, but darkness was the price. I don’t smoke no cigarette, I don’t drink no alcohol I ain’t had much loving yet But that’s always been your call. Hey I don’t miss it baby I got no taste for anything at all I used to love the rainbow And I used to love the view. I loved the early morning, I’d pretend that it was you. But I caught the darkness baby And I got it worse than you. I caught the darkness Drinking from your cup I caught the darkness Drinking from your cup I said: Is this contagious? You said: Just drink it up 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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from Leonard Cohen - Old Ideas (2012)
We find ourselves on different sides
Of a line nobody drew Though it all may be one in the higher eye Down here where we live it is two I to my side call the meek and the mild You to your side call the Word By virtue of suffering I claim to have won You claim to have never been heard Both of us say there are laws to obey But frankly I don’t like your tone You want to change the way I make love I want to leave it alone The pull of the moon the thrust of the sun And thus the ocean is crossed The waters are blessed while a shadowy guest Kindles a light for the lost Both of us say there are laws to obey But frankly I don’t like your tone You want to change the way I make love I want to leave it alone Down in the valley the famine goes on The famine up on the hill I say that you shouldn’t you couldn’t you can’t You say that you must and you will ... You want to live where the suffering is I want to get out of town C’mon baby give me a kiss Stop writing everything down Both of us say there are laws to obey Yeah but frankly I don’t like your tone You want to change the way I make love I want to leave it alone Both of us say there are laws to obey But frankly I don’t like your tone You want to change the way I make love I want to leave it alone... 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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from Leonard Cohen - Old Ideas (2012)
I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd He’s a lazy bastard Living in a suit But he does say what I tell him Even though it isn’t welcome He just doesn’t have the freedom To refuse He will speak these words of wisdom Like a sage, a man of vision Though he knows he’s really nothing But the brief elaboration of a tube Going home Without my sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow Going home To where it’s better Than before Going home Without my burden Going home Behind the curtain Going home Without the costume That I wore He wants to write a love song An anthem of forgiving A manual for living with defeat A cry above the suffering A sacrifice recovering But that isn’t what I need him To complete I want him to be certain That he doesn’t have a burden That he doesn’t need a vision That he only has permission To do my instant bidding Which is to say what I have told him To repeat Going home Without my sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow Going home To where it’s better Than before Going home Without my burden Going home Behind the curtain Going home Without this costume That I wore I’m going home Without my sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow Going home To where it’s better Than before Going home Without my burden Going home Behind the curtain Going home Without this costume That I wore I love to speak with Leonard He’s a sportsman and a shepherd He’s a lazy bastard Living in a suit 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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from Leonard Cohen - Old Ideas (2012)
Sleep baby sleep
The day’s on the run The wind in the trees Is talking in tongues If your heart is torn I don’t wonder why If the night is long Here’s my lullaby Here’s my lullaby Well the mouse ate the crumb Then the cat ate the crust Now they’ve fallen in love They’re talking in tongues If your heart is torn I don’t wonder why If the night is long Here’s my lullaby Here’s my lullaby Sleep baby sleep There’s a morning to come The wind in the trees They’re talking in tongues If your heart is torn I don’t wonder why If the night is long Here’s my lullaby Here’s my lullaby 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I’ve forgotten I don’t know Show me the place for my head is bending low Show me the place, where you want your slave to go Show me the place, help me roll away the stone Show me the place, I can’t move this thing alone Show me the place where the Word became a man Show me the place where the suffering began The troubles came, I saved what I could save A shred of light, a particle a wave But there were chains so I hastened to behave There were chains, so I loved you like a slave Show me the place, where you want your slave to go Show me the place, I’ve forgotten I don’t know Show me the place, for my head is bending low Show me the place, where you want your slave to go The troubles came, I saved what I could save A shred of light, a particle a wave But there were chains so I hastened to behave There were chains so I loved you like a slave Show me the place Show me the place Show me the place, help me roll away the stone Show me the place, I can’t move this thing alone Show me the place where the Word became a man Show me the place where the suffering began 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind. Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Leonard Cohen Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Leonard Cohen Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. |
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Diamonds in the Mine
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge, the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends. The river is swollen up with rusty cans and the trees are burning in your promised land. And there are no letters in the mailbox, and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in the mine. Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb, you say you're kind of restless now and it's on account of him. Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night, he was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight. And there are no letters in the mailbox and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in the mine. (You tell them now) Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch, some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch, and the only man of energy, yes the revolution's pride, he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child. And there are no letters in the mailbox, oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine, and there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in your mine. And there are no letters in the mailbox, and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in your mine. |
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Diamonds in the Mine
The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge, the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends. The river is swollen up with rusty cans and the trees are burning in your promised land. And there are no letters in the mailbox, and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in the mine. Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb, you say you're kind of restless now and it's on account of him. Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night, he was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight. And there are no letters in the mailbox and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in the mine. (You tell them now) Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch, some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch, and the only man of energy, yes the revolution's pride, he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child. And there are no letters in the mailbox, oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine, and there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in your mine. And there are no letters in the mailbox, and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in your mine. |
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It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record. Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train And you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobody's wife. Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake -- She sends her regards. And what can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you I'm glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free. Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear -- |
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It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record. Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train And you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobody's wife. Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake -- She sends her regards. And what can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you I'm glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free. Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear -- |
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I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Lady Midnight
I came by myself to a very crowded place; I was looking for someone who had lines in her face. I found her there but she was past all concern; I asked her to hold me, I said, "Lady, unfold me," but she scorned me and she told me I was dead and I could never return. Well, I argued all night like so many have before, saying, "Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more." Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor, she said, "Don't try to use me or slyly refuse me, just win me or lose me, it is this that the darkness is for." I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored." So I walked through the morning, sweet early morning, I could hear my lady calling, "You've won me, you've won me, my lord, you've won me, you've won me, my lord, yes, you've won me, you've won me, my lord, ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord, ah, you've won me, you've won me, my lord." |
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One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe. And then I confess that I tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through. I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. Then he wrote himself a prescription, and your name was mentioned in it! Then he locked himself in a library shelf with the details of our honeymoon, and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse and his practice is all in a ruin. I heard of a saint who had loved you, so I studied all night in his school. He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule. And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure he drowned himself in the pool. His body is gone but back here on the lawn his spirit continues to drool. An Eskimo showed me a movie he'd recently taken of you: the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips and his fingers were blue. I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm. But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, oh please let me come into the storm. |
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One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong
I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free. Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe. And then I confess that I tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through. I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. Then he wrote himself a prescription, and your name was mentioned in it! Then he locked himself in a library shelf with the details of our honeymoon, and I hear from the nurse that he's gotten much worse and his practice is all in a ruin. I heard of a saint who had loved you, so I studied all night in his school. He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule. And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure he drowned himself in the pool. His body is gone but back here on the lawn his spirit continues to drool. An Eskimo showed me a movie he'd recently taken of you: the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips and his fingers were blue. I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm. But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, oh please let me come into the storm. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender, this I could not do; I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often, I've lost my wife and children but I have many friends, and some of them are with me. An old woman gave us shelter, kept us hidden in the garret, then the soldiers came; she died without a whisper. There were three of us this morning I'm the only one this evening but I must go on; the frontiers are my prison. Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing, through the graves the wind is blowing, freedom soon will come; then we'll come from the shadows. Les Allemands e'taient chez moi, [The Germans were at my home] ils me dirent, "Signe toi," [They said, "Sign yourself,"] mais je n'ai pas peur; [But I am not afraid] j'ai repris mon arme. [I have retaken my weapon.] J'ai change' cent fois de nom, [I have changed names a hundred times] j'ai perdu femme et enfants [I have lost wife and children] mais j'ai tant d'amis; [But I have so many friends] j'ai la France entie`re. [I have all of France] Un vieil homme dans un grenier [An old man, in an attic] pour la nuit nous a cache', [Hid us for the night] les Allemands l'ont pris; [The Germans captured him] il est mort sans surprise. [He died without surprise.] Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing, through the graves the wind is blowing, freedom soon will come; then we'll come from the shadows. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender, this I could not do; I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often, I've lost my wife and children but I have many friends, and some of them are with me. An old woman gave us shelter, kept us hidden in the garret, then the soldiers came; she died without a whisper. There were three of us this morning I'm the only one this evening but I must go on; the frontiers are my prison. Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing, through the graves the wind is blowing, freedom soon will come; then we'll come from the shadows. Les Allemands e'taient chez moi, [The Germans were at my home] ils me dirent, "Signe toi," [They said, "Sign yourself,"] mais je n'ai pas peur; [But I am not afraid] j'ai repris mon arme. [I have retaken my weapon.] J'ai change' cent fois de nom, [I have changed names a hundred times] j'ai perdu femme et enfants [I have lost wife and children] mais j'ai tant d'amis; [But I have so many friends] j'ai la France entie`re. [I have all of France] Un vieil homme dans un grenier [An old man, in an attic] pour la nuit nous a cache', [Hid us for the night] les Allemands l'ont pris; [The Germans captured him] il est mort sans surprise. [He died without surprise.] Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing, through the graves the wind is blowing, freedom soon will come; then we'll come from the shadows. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Seems So Long Ago, Nancy
It seems so long ago, Nancy was alone, looking ate the Late Late show through a semi-precious stone. In the House of Honesty her father was on trial, in the House of Mystery there was no one at all, there was no one at all. It seems so long ago, none of us were strong; Nancy wore green stockings and she slept with everyone. She never said she'd wait for us although she was alone, I think she fell in love for us in nineteen sixty one, in nineteen sixty one. It seems so long ago, Nancy was alone, a forty five beside her head, an open telephone. We told her she was beautiful, we told her she was free but none of us would meet her in the House of Mystery, the House of Mystery. And now you look around you, see her everywhere, many use her body, many comb her hair. In the hollow of the night when you are cold and numb you hear her talking freely then, she's happy that you've come, she's happy that you've come. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Seems So Long Ago, Nancy
It seems so long ago, Nancy was alone, looking ate the Late Late show through a semi-precious stone. In the House of Honesty her father was on trial, in the House of Mystery there was no one at all, there was no one at all. It seems so long ago, none of us were strong; Nancy wore green stockings and she slept with everyone. She never said she'd wait for us although she was alone, I think she fell in love for us in nineteen sixty one, in nineteen sixty one. It seems so long ago, Nancy was alone, a forty five beside her head, an open telephone. We told her she was beautiful, we told her she was free but none of us would meet her in the House of Mystery, the House of Mystery. And now you look around you, see her everywhere, many use her body, many comb her hair. In the hollow of the night when you are cold and numb you hear her talking freely then, she's happy that you've come, she's happy that you've come. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Sing Another Song, Boys
(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.) Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken, his ships they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire. She spies him through the glasses from the pawnshops of her wicked father. She hails him with a microphone that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her. She tempts him with a clarinet, she waves a Nazi dagger. She finds him lying in a heap; she wants to be his woman. He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep but kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open." He stands where it is steep, oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one, his hand upon his leather belt now like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner. And she will learn to touch herself so well as all the sails burn down like paper. And he has lit the chain of his famous cigarillo. Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon, at least not the one that we're after; it's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends, and it carries no survivors. But lets leave these lovers wondering why they cannot have each other, and let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Sing Another Song, Boys
(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.) Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken, his ships they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire. She spies him through the glasses from the pawnshops of her wicked father. She hails him with a microphone that some poor singer, just like me, had to leave her. She tempts him with a clarinet, she waves a Nazi dagger. She finds him lying in a heap; she wants to be his woman. He says, "Yes, I might go to sleep but kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open." He stands where it is steep, oh I guess he thinks that he's the very first one, his hand upon his leather belt now like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner. And she will learn to touch herself so well as all the sails burn down like paper. And he has lit the chain of his famous cigarillo. Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon, at least not the one that we're after; it's floating broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends, and it carries no survivors. But lets leave these lovers wondering why they cannot have each other, and let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
So Long Marianne
Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark. Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... Your letters they all say that you're beside me now. Then why do I feel alone? I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... For now I need your hidden love. I'm cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave. Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... Oh, you are really such a pretty one. I see you've gone and changed your name again. And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain! Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
So Long Marianne
Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark. Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... Your letters they all say that you're beside me now. Then why do I feel alone? I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... For now I need your hidden love. I'm cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave. Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... Oh, you are really such a pretty one. I see you've gone and changed your name again. And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain! Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
So Long Marianne
Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark. Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... Your letters they all say that you're beside me now. Then why do I feel alone? I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... For now I need your hidden love. I'm cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave. Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... Oh, you are really such a pretty one. I see you've gone and changed your name again. And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain! Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender, Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind You find he did not leave you very much Not even laughter Like any dealer he was watching for the card That is so high and wild He'll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger He was just some Joseph looking for a manger And then leaning on your window sill He'll say one day you caused his will To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter And then taking from his wallet An old schedule of trains, he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger. But now another stranger seems To want you to ignore his dreams As though they were the burden of some other O you've seen that man before His golden arm dispatching cards But now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter. Ah you hate to see another tired man Lay down his hand Like he was giving up the holy game of poker And while he talks his dreams to sleep You notice there's a highway That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder. It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder. You tell him to come in sit down But something makes you turn around The door is open you can't close your shelter You try the handle of the road It opens do not be afraid It's you my love, you who are the stranger It's you my love, you who are the stranger. Well, I've been waiting, I was sure We'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart To get me to the heart of this Or any other matter When he talks like this You don't know what he's after When he speaks like this, You don't know what he's after. Let's meet tomorrow if you choose Upon the shore, beneath the bridge That they are building on some endless river Then he leaves the platform For the sleeping car that's warm You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter And it comes to you, he never was a stranger And you say ok the bridge or someplace later. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ... And leaning on your window sill ... I told you when I came I was a stranger. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing Every time you gave them shelter I know that kind of man It's hard to hold the hand of anyone Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender, Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind You find he did not leave you very much Not even laughter Like any dealer he was watching for the card That is so high and wild He'll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger He was just some Joseph looking for a manger And then leaning on your window sill He'll say one day you caused his will To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter And then taking from his wallet An old schedule of trains, he'll say I told you when I came I was a stranger I told you when I came I was a stranger. But now another stranger seems To want you to ignore his dreams As though they were the burden of some other O you've seen that man before His golden arm dispatching cards But now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter. Ah you hate to see another tired man Lay down his hand Like he was giving up the holy game of poker And while he talks his dreams to sleep You notice there's a highway That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder. It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder. You tell him to come in sit down But something makes you turn around The door is open you can't close your shelter You try the handle of the road It opens do not be afraid It's you my love, you who are the stranger It's you my love, you who are the stranger. Well, I've been waiting, I was sure We'd meet between the trains we're waiting for I think it's time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart To get me to the heart of this Or any other matter When he talks like this You don't know what he's after When he speaks like this, You don't know what he's after. Let's meet tomorrow if you choose Upon the shore, beneath the bridge That they are building on some endless river Then he leaves the platform For the sleeping car that's warm You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter And it comes to you, he never was a stranger And you say ok the bridge or someplace later. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ... And leaning on your window sill ... I told you when I came I was a stranger. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind. Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind. Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Tonight Will Be Fine
Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past. We swore to each other then that our love would surely last. You kept right on loving, I went on a fast, now I am too thin and your love is too vast. But I know from your eyes and I know from your smile that tonight will be fine, will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for a while. I choose the rooms that I live in with care, the windows are small and the walls almost bare, there's only one bed and there's only one prayer; I listen all night for your step on the stair. But I know from your eyes and I know from your smile that tonight will be fine, will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for a while. Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me, she's the soft naked lady love meant her to be and she's moving her body so brave and so free. If I've got to remember that's a fine memory. And I know from her eyes and I know from her smile that tonight will be fine, will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for a while. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
Tonight Will Be Fine
Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past. We swore to each other then that our love would surely last. You kept right on loving, I went on a fast, now I am too thin and your love is too vast. But I know from your eyes and I know from your smile that tonight will be fine, will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for a while. I choose the rooms that I live in with care, the windows are small and the walls almost bare, there's only one bed and there's only one prayer; I listen all night for your step on the stair. But I know from your eyes and I know from your smile that tonight will be fine, will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for a while. Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me, she's the soft naked lady love meant her to be and she's moving her body so brave and so free. If I've got to remember that's a fine memory. And I know from her eyes and I know from her smile that tonight will be fine, will be fine, will be fine, will be fine for a while. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live: At The Isle Of Wight 1970 (2009)
You Know Who I Am
I cannot follow you, my love, you cannot follow me. I am the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be. You know who I am, you've stared at the sun, well I am the one who loves changing from nothing to one. Sometimes I need you naked, sometimes I need you wild, I need you to carry my children in and I need you to kill a child. You know who I am... If you should ever track me down I will surrender there and I will leave with you one broken man whom I will teach you to repair. You know who I am... I cannot follow you, my love, you cannot follow me. I am the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be. You know who I am... |
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from Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah (Digital 45) (2009)
dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove dance me to the end of love dance me to your beauty when the witness are gone let me feel you moving like they do in babylon show me slowly what I only know the limits of dance me to the end of love dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on dance me very tenderly and dance me very long we’re both of us beeath our love, we’re both of us above dance me to the end of love dance me to the children who are asking to be born dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn raise a tent of shelter now though every thread is torn dance me to the end of love dance me to your beauty with a burning violin dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove dance me to the end of love |
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from Leonard Cohen - Hallelujah (Digital 45) (2009)
Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her She tied you To a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light In every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you And even though It all went wrong I'll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
I loved you for a long, long time
I know this love is real It don't matter how it all went wrong That don't change the way I feel And I can't believe that time's Gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love I'm aching for you baby I can't pretend I'm not I need to see you naked In your body and your thought I've got you like a habit And I'll never get enough There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love There ain't no cure for love There ain't no cure for love All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky The holy books are open wide The doctors working day and night But they'll never ever find that cure for love There ain't no drink no drug (Ah tell them, angels) There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love I see you in the subway and I see you on the bus I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up I see your hand, I see your hair Your bracelets and your brush And I call to you, I call to you But I don't call soft enough There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much It's written in the scriptures It's written there in blood I even heard the angels declare it from above There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love There ain't no cure for love There ain't no cure for love All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky The holy books are open wide The doctors working day and night But they'll never ever find that cure, That cure for love |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Anthem
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. We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government -- signs for all to see. I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring ... You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Bird on the Wire
Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me. But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, he said to me, "You must not ask for so much." And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Oh like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
O Crown of Light, O Darkened One,
I never thought we'd meet. You kiss my lips, and then it's done: I'm back on Boogie Street. A sip of wine, a cigarette, and then it's time to go I tidied up the kitchenette; I turned the old banjo. I'm wanted at the traffic-jam. They're saving me a seat. I'm what I am, and what I am, Is back on Boogie Street. And O my love, I still recall The pleasures that we knew; The rivers and the waterfall, Wherein I bathed with you. Bewildered by your beauty there, I'd kneel to dry your feet. By such instruction you prepare A man for Boogie Street. O Crown of Light, O Darkened One... So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear. Though all the maps of blood and flesh Are posted on the door, There's no one who has told us yet What Boogie Street is for. O Crown of Light, O Darkened One... A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it's time to go |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Closing Time
Ah we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's rubbing half the world against her thigh And every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?" And the moon is swimming naked and the summer night is fragrant with a mighty expectation of relief So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since but CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since CLOSING TIME I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots It's CLOSING TIME And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's CLOSING TIME The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But CLOSING TIME I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove dance me to the end of love dance me to your beauty when the witness are gone let me feel you moving like they do in babylon show me slowly what I only know the limits of dance me to the end of love dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on dance me very tenderly and dance me very long we’re both of us beeath our love, we’re both of us above dance me to the end of love dance me to the children who are asking to be born dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn raise a tent of shelter now though every thread is torn dance me to the end of love dance me to your beauty with a burning violin dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove dance me to the end of love |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Democracy
It's coming through a hole in the air, from those nights in Tiananmen Square. It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly real, or it's real, but it ain't exactly there. From the wars against disorder, from the sirens night and day, from the fires of the homeless, from the ashes of the gay: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming through a crack in the wall; on a visionary flood of alcohol; from the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount which I don't pretend to understand at all. It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay, from the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet; from the homicidal bitchin' that goes down in every kitchen to determine who will serve and who will eat. From the wells of disappointment where the women kneel to pray for the grace of God in the desert here and the desert far away: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. Sail on, sail on O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on. It's coming to America first, the cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range and the machinery for change and it's here they got the spiritual thirst. It's here the family's broken and it's here the lonely say that the heart has got to open in a fundamental way: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming from the women and the men. O baby, we'll be making love again. We'll be going down so deep the river's going to weep, and the mountain's going to shout Amen! It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway, imperial, mysterious, in amorous array: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. Sail on, sail on ... I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean I love the country but I can't stand the scene. And I'm neither left or right I'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in that hopeless little screen. But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that Time cannot decay, I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
모두들들 알아 주사위가 던져졌어 Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed 모두들들 손가락을 꼬고 지켜봐 Everybody knows that the war is over 모두들들 알아 전쟁이 끝났어 Everybody knows the good guys lost 모두들들 알아 좋은 친구들을 잃었어 Everybody knows the fight was fixed 모두들 알아 싸움은 조종됐어 The poor stay poor, the rich get rich 가난은 가난으로 남고, 부자는 부(富)를 얻어 That's how it goes 그렇게 가는 거야 Everybody knows 모두들들 알아 Everybody knows that the boat is leaking 모두들 알아 배는 물이 새고 있어 Everybody knows that the captain lied 모두들 알아 선장은 거짓말 했어 Everybody got this broken feeling 모두들 알아 이 부서진 감정은 Like their father or their dog just died 그들의 아버지 혹은 개가 죽은 것 과 같아 Everybody talking to their pockets 모두들들 그들의 주머니에 대고 말하고 있어 Everybody wants a box of chocolates 모두들들 원해 초코렛 박스 And a long stem rose 기다란 줄기 장미를 Everybody knows 모두들들 알아 Everybody knows that you love me baby 모두들 알아 당신은 나를 사랑해 Everybody knows that you really do 모두들 알아 당신은 정말로 사랑해 Everybody knows that you've been faithful 모두들 알아 당신은 진실했어 Ah give or take a night or two 아, 주거나 받는 하루 밤 혹은 이틀 Everybody knows you've been discreet 모두들 알아 당신은 사려가 깊었어 But there were so many people you just had to meet 그러나 그곳에는 당신이 단지 만나야 했던 많은 사람들이 있었어 Without your clothes 당신의 옷이 없이 And everybody knows 그리고 모두들들 알아 Everybody knows, everybody knows 모두들들 알아, 모두들들 알아 That's how it goes 그렇게 가는 거야 Everybody knows 모두들들 알아 Everybody knows, everybody knows 모두들들 알아, 모두들들 알아 That's how it goes 그렇게 가는 거야 Everybody knows 모두들들 알아 And everybody knows that it's now or never 모두들 알아 지금 아니면 영원히 못해 Everybody knows that it's me or you 모두들 알아 그것은 당신 이거나 나 And everybody knows that you live forever 모두들 알아 당신은 영원히 살아 Ah when you've done a line or two 아, 당신이 한 줄 혹은 두 줄을 끝마쳤을 때 Everybody knows the deal is rotten 모두들 알아 거래는 부패했어 Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton 늙은 흑인 조는 아직 면을 수집해 For your ribbons and bows 당신의 리본과 화살을 위해 And everybody knows 그래 모두들들 알아 And everybody knows that the Plague is coming 모두들 알아 재앙이 오고 있어 Everybody knows that it's moving fast 모두들 알아 그것은 빠르게 움직이고 있어 Everybody knows that the naked man and woman 모두들 알아 벌거벗은 남자와 여자는 Are just a shining artifact of the past 과거의 빛나는 유물일 뿐이야 Everybody knows the scene is dead 모두들 알아 그 장면은 죽었어 But there's gonna be a meter on your bed 그러나 당신 침대의 운율이 될 거야 That will disclose 그것은 폭로할 거야 What everybody knows 모두들들 알고 있어 And everybody knows that you're in trouble 모두들 알아 당신은 곤경에 빠졌어 Everybody knows what you've been through 모두들 알아 당신은 있었어 From the bloody cross on top of Calvary 칼베리 꼭대기의 피의 십자가에서 부터 To the beach of Malibu 말리부의 해변까지 Everybody knows it's coming apart 모두들 알아 그것은 분리되가고 있어 Take one last look at this Sacred Heart 하나를 골라 이 신성한 심장을 보는 것은 마지막이야 Before it blows 바람에 날리기 전에 And everybody knows 그래 모두들들 알아 Everybody knows, everybody knows 모두들들 알아, 모두들들 알아 That's how it goes 그렇게 가는 거야 Everybody knows 모두들들 알아 |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I'm guided by a signal in the heavens I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I'd really like to live beside you, baby I love your body and your spirit and your clothes But you see that line there moving through the station? I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I don't like your fashion business mister And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin I don't like what happened to my sister First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I'd really like to live beside you, baby ... And I thank you for those items that you sent me The monkey and the plywood violin I practiced every night, now I'm ready First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin I am guided Ah remember me, I used to live for music Remember me, I brought your groceries in Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her She tied you To a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light In every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you And even though It all went wrong I'll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it's come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that's no way to say goodbye. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
I tried to leave you, I don't deny
I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times. I'd wake up every morning by your side. The years go by, you lose your pride. The baby's crying, so you do not go outside, and all your work it's right before your eyes. Goodnight, my darling, I hope you're satisfied, the bed is kind of narrow, but my arms are open wide. And here's a man still working for your smile. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you If you want a partner Take my hand or if you want to strike me down in anger Here I stand I'm your man If you want a boxer I will step into the ring for you And if you want a doctor I'll examine every inch of you If you want a driver Climb inside Or if you want to take me for a ride You know you can I'm your man Ah the moon's too bright The chain's too tight The beast won't go to sleep I've been running through these promises to you That I made and I could not keep Ah but a man never got a woman back Not by begging on his knees Or I'd crawl to you baby And I'd fall at your feet And I'd howl at your beauty Like a dog in heat And I'd claw at your heart And I'd tear at your sheet I'd say please please I'm your man And if you've got to sleep a moment on the road I will steer for you And if you want to work the street alone I'll disappear for you If you want a father for your child Or only want to walk with me a while Across the sand I'm your man If you want a lover I'll do anything that you ask me to And if you want another kind of love |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
If It Be Your Will
If it be your will That I speak no more And my voice be still As it was before I will speak no more I shall abide until I am spoken for If it be your will If it be your will That a voice be true From this broken hill I will sing to you From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will To let me sing From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will To let me sing If it be your will If there is a choice Let the rivers fill Let the hills rejoice Let your mercy spill On all these burning hearts in hell If it be your will To make us well And draw us near And bind us tight All your children here In their rags of light In our rags of light All dressed to kill And end this night If it be your will If it be your will. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast. Can't seem to loosen my grip On the past. And I miss you so much There's no one in sight. And we're still making love In my secret life... I smile when I'm angry. I cheat and I lie. I do what I have to do To get by. But I know what is wrong. And I know what is right. And I'd die for the truth In my secret life... Hold on, hold on, my brother. My sister, hold on tight. I finally got my orders. I'll be marching through the morning, Marching through the night, Moving cross the borders Of my secret life... Looked through the paper. Makes you want to cry. Nobody cares if the people Live or die. And the dealer wants you thinking That it's either black or white. Thank God it's not that simple In my secret life... I bite my lip. I buy what I'm told: From the latest hit, To the wisdom of old. But I'm always alone. And my heart is like ice. And it's crowded and cold In my secret life |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long. Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control. It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul. Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned: When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned. Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them. They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem. If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem. When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon. Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon. And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night: We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right, We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
So Long Marianne
Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again. Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark. Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... Your letters they all say that you're beside me now. Then why do I feel alone? I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... For now I need your hidden love. I'm cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave. Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... Oh, you are really such a pretty one. I see you've gone and changed your name again. And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain! Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began ... |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you've touched her perfect body with your mind. And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you'll trust him For he's touched your perfect body with his mind. Now Suzanne takes your hand And she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers From Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that you can trust her For she's touched your perfect body with her mind. |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws Oh I want you, I want you, I want you On a chair with a dead magazine In the cave at the tip of the lily In some hallways where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take its broken waist in your hand This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and Death Dragging its tail in the sea There's a concert hall in Vienna Where your mouth had a thousand reviews There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking They've been sentenced to death by the blues Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture With a garland of freshly cut tears? Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz it's been dying for years There's an attic where children are playing Where I've got to lie down with you soon In a dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz With its "I'll never forget you, you know!" This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin and my cross And you'll carry me down on your dancing To the pools that you lift on your wrist Oh my love, Oh my love Take this waltz, take this waltz It's yours now. It's all that there is |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
The Future
Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that's an order! Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture Give me back the Berlin wall give me Stalin and St Paul I've seen the future, brother: it is murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won't be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it has overturned the order of the soul When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: it is murder Things are going to slide ... There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road and the white man dancing You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin' Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children anyhow I've seen the future, baby: it is murder Things are going to slide ... When they said REPENT REPENT ... |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight
I've heard all the wild reports, they can't be right But whose head is this she's dancing with on the threshing floor whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight? Where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight? Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee She says, "My body is the light, my body is the way" I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride's bouquet And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight?... Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood And there is no man or woman who can't be touched But you who come between them will be judged And where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not comin' on I'm just payin' my rent every day in the Tower of Song I said to Hank Williams: "How lonely does it get?" Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long Oh, a hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond They tied me to this table right here in the Tower of Song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby, it doesn't look like me at all I'm standin' by the window where the light is strong Ah, they don't let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song Now, you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure: The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty Judgement comin' but I may be wrong You see, I hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song I see you standin' on the other side I don't know how the river got so wide I loved you, baby, way back when... And all the bridges are burnin' that we might've crossed But I feel so close to everything that we lost We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again Now, I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back They're movin' us tomorrow to the tower down the track But you'll be hearin' from me, baby, long after I'm gone I'll be speakin' to you sweetly from a window in the Tower of Song. Yeah, my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not comin' on I'm just payin' my rent everyday in the Tower of Song |
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from Leonard Cohen - Live In London [live] (2009)
Who By Fire
And who by fire, who by water, who in the sunshine, who in the night time, who by high ordeal, who by common trial, who in your merry merry month of may, who by very slow decay, and who shall I say is calling? And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate, who in these realms of love, who by something blunt, and who by avalanche, who by powder, who for his greed, who for his hunger, and who shall I say is calling? And who by brave assent, who by accident, who in solitude, who in this mirror, who by his lady's command, who by his own hand, who in mortal chains, who in power, and who shall I say is calling? |
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from Watchmen (왓치맨) [best, ost] (2009)
Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this The fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her She tied you To a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light In every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you And even though It all went wrong I'll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah |
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from Herbie Hancock - River: The Joni Letters (2007)
Rousseau walks on trumpet paths
Safaris to the heart of all that jazz Through I bars and girders-through wires and pipes The mathematic circuits of the modern nights Through huts, through Harlem, through jails and gospel pews Through the class on Park and the trash on Vine Through Europe and the deep deep heart of Dixie blue Through savage progress cuts the jungle line In a low-cut blouse she brings the beer Rousseau paints a jungle flower behind her ear Those cannibals-of shuck and jive They'll eat a working girl like her alive With his hard-edged eye and his steady hand He paints the cellar full of ferns and orchid vines And he hangs a moon above a five-piece band He hangs it up above the jungle line The jungle line, the jungle line Screaming in a ritual of sound and time Floating, drifting on the air-conditioned wind And drooling for a taste of something smuggled in Pretty women funneled through valves and smoke Coy and bitchy, wild and fine And charging elephants and chanting slaving boats Charging, chanting down the jungle line There's a poppy wreath on a soldier's tomb There's a poppy snake in a dressing room Poppy poison-poppy tourniquet It slithers away on brass like mouthpiece spit And metal skin and ivory birds Go steaming up to Rousseau's vines They go steaming up to Brooklyn Bridge Steaming, steaming, steaming up the jungle line |
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