“Yes, you’ve won me, you’ve won me, my lord.”
LOVE CALLS You BY YOUR NAME
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
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2. The women in your scrapbook
Whom you still praise and blame,
You say they chained you to your fingernails,
And you climb the halls of fame.
But here, right here,
Between the peanuts and the cage,
Between the darkness and the stage,
Between the hour and the age,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.
3. Shouldering your loneliness
Like a gun that you will not learn to aim,
You stumble into this movie house,
Then you climb, you climb into the frame.
Yes, and here, right here,
Between the moonlight and the lane,
Between the tunnel and the train,
Between the victim and his stain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.
4. I leave the lady meditating
On the very love which I, I do not wish to claim.
I journeyed down the hundred steps,
But the street is still the very same.
And here, right here,
Between the dancer and his cane,
Between the sailboat and the drain,
Between the newsreel and your tiny pain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.
5. Where are you, Judy? Where are you, Ann?
Where are the paths your heroes came?
Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away,
Was I, was I only limping, was I really lame?
Oh, here, come over here,
Between the windmill and the grain,
Between the sundial and the chain,
Between the traitor and her pain,
Once again, once again,
Love calls you by your name.
AVALANCHE
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
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2. You strike my side by accident
as you go down for gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
is neither starved nor cold.
He does not ask for your company,
not at the center, the center of the world.
3. When I am on a pedestal,
you did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
to kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
for this ugly hump at which you stare.
4. You who wish to conquer pain,
you must learn what makes me kind.
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
they’re the crumbs I’ve left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
it’s just a shadow, shadow of my wound.
5. I have begun to long for you,
I who have no creed.
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say you’ve gone away from me,
but I can feel you when you breathe.
6. Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor.
And don’t love me quite so fiercely now,
when you know that you are not sure.
It is your turn, beloved,
it is your flesh that I wear.
CAME SO FAR FOR BEAUTY
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN AND JOHN LISSAUER
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2. I stormed the old casino
For the money and the flesh.
And I myself decided
What was rotten and what was fresh.
And men to do my bidding,
And broken bones to teach,
The value of my pardon,
The shadow of my reach.
But no, I could not touch her
With such a heavy hand.
Her star beyond my order,
Her nakedness unmanned.
I came so far for beauty,
I left so much behind,
My patience and my family,
My masterpiece unsigned.
You KNOW WHO I AM
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
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2. 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.
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3. If you should ever track me down,
I will surrender there.
And I’ll leave with you one broken man
Whom I’ll teach you to repair.
Chorus
4. I cannot follow you, my love,
You cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
All the moments that we will be.
Chorus
THE SMOKEY LIFE
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
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2. So set your restless heart at ease,
Take a lesson from these autumn leaves.
They waste no time waiting for the snow.
Don’t argue now or you’ll be late,
There’s nothing to investigate.
It’s light enough, light enough to let it go.
Light enough to let it go.
Remember when the scenery started fading,
I held you till you learned to walk on air.
So don’t look down, the ground is gone, there’s no-one waving anyway,
The smokey life is practiced ev’rywhere.
DRESS REHEARSAL RAG
WORDS AND MUSIC BY LEONARD COHEN
2. A There’s no hot water and the cold is running thin,
Well, what do you expect from the kind of places you’ve
been living in?
B Don’t drink from that cup, it’s all caked up and cracked
along the rim,
That’s not electric light, my friend, that is your
vision growing dim.
C Cover up your face with soap, there, now you’re Santa Claus,
And you got a gift for anyone who will give you his applause.
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