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6. Oh, you’re 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.
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7. O your eyes, well, I forget your eyes,
Your body’s at home in every sea.
How come you gave away your news to everyone,
That you said was a secret for me?
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TOWER OF SONG
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
Additional Lyrics
2. I said to Hank Williams, “How lonely does it get?”
Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet.
But I hear him coughing all night long,
A hundred floors above me in the Tower of Song.
3. 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.
4. So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll.
I’m very sorry, baby, doesn’t look like me at all.
I’m standing by the window where the light is strong.
They don’t let a woman kill you, not in the Tower of Song.
5. 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 judgment coming, but I may be wrong.
You see, you hear these funny voices in the Tower of Song.
I’M YOUR MAN
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
MASTER SONG
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
Additional Lyrics
2. You met him at some temple
Where they take your clothes at the door.
He was just a numberless man in a chair
Who had just come back from the war.
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair,
And he hands you the apple core.
Then he touches your lips, now so suddenly bare
Of all the kisses we put on sometime before.
3. And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk
With a collar of leather and nails.
And he never once made you explain or talk
About all of the little details,
Such as who had a worm and who had a rock,
And who had you through the mails.
Now your love is a secret all over the block,
And it never stops, not even
when your master fails.
4. He took you up in his aeroplane
Which he flew without any hands.
And you cruised above the ribbons of rain
That drove the crowd from the stands.
Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane
Where an ape with angel glands,
Erased the final wisps of pain
With the music of rubber bands.
5. And now I hear your master sing,
You kneel for him to come.
His body is a golden string
That your body is hanging from.
His body is a golden string,
My body has grown numb.
O now you hear your master sing,
Your shirt is all undone.
6. And will you kneel beside this bed
That we polished so long ago,
Before your master chose instead
To make my bed of snow?
Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red,
And you’re speaking far too low.
I can’t make out what your master said
Before he made you go.
7. And I think you’re playing far too rough
For a lady who’s been to the moon.
I’ve lain by this window long enough,
You get used to an empty room.
And your love is some dust
in an old man’s cuff
Who is tapping his foot to a tune.
And your thighs are a ruin,
and you want too much,
Let’s say you came back sometime too soon.
8. I loved your master perfectly,
I taught him all that he knew.
He was starving in some deep mystery
Like a man who is sure what is true.
And I sent you to him with my guarantee,
I could teach him something new.
And I taught him how you would long for me,
No matter what he said, no matter what you do.
9. I believe that you heard your master sing
While I was sick in bed.
I’m sure that he told you everything
I must keep locked away in my head.
Your master took you traveling,
Well, at least that’s what you said.
I come back to bring
Your prisoner wine and bread.
THE WINDOW
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
Additional Lyrics
2. And come forth from the cloud of unknowing,
and kiss the cheek of the moon.
The new Jerusalem glowing,
why tarry all night in the ruin?
And leave no word of discomfort,
and leave no observer to mourn,
But climb on your tears and be silent
like the rose on its ladder of thorns. Chorus
3. Then lay your rose on the fire,
the fire give up to the sun.
The sun give over to splendor
in the arms of the High Holy One.
For the Holy One dreams of a letter,
dreams of a letter’s death.
Oh, bless the continuous stutter
of the word being made into flesh.
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JAZZ POLICE
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