A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes. Were smoking out along the open road. The night was very dark and thick between them. Each man beneath his ordinary load.
I believe that you heard your master sing. When I was sick in bed.. I suppose that he told you everything. That I keep locked away in my head.. Your master took you traveling,.
I asked my father,. I said, "father change my name.". The one I'm using now it's covered up. With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.. . Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,.
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.
She stands before you naked. You can see it, you can taste it,. And she comes to you light as the breeze.. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it,. It don't matter how you worship.
You thought that it could never happen. To all the people that you became,. Your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame.. But here, right here,. Between the birthmark and the stain,.
The light came through the window. Straight from the sun above. And so inside my little room. There plunged the rays of love. . In streams of light I clearly saw.
The rain falls down on last year's man,. That's a Jew's harp on the table,. That's a crayon in his hand.. And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled.
Alas, my love, you did me wrong,. To cast me out discourteously,. For I have loved you so long,. Delighting in your very company.. Now if you intend to show me disdain,.
Now the flames they followed joan of arc. As she came riding through the dark;. No moon to keep her armour bright,. No man to get her through this very smoky night..
Si tu savais comme on s'ennuie. À la Manic. Tu m'écrirais bien plus souvent. À la Manicouagan. Parfois je pense à toi si fort. Je recrée ton âme et ton corps.
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,".
I needed you, I knew I was in danger. Of losing what I used to think was mine. You let me love you till I was a failure,. You let me love you till I was a failure.
You were the promise at dawn. I was the morning after. You were Jesus Christ my Lord. I was the money lender. You were the sensitive woman. I was the very reverend Freud.
Can you tell me why the bells are ringing?. Nothing's happened in a million years. I've been sitting here since Wednesday morning. Wednesday morning can't believe my ears.
(from the album 'SONGS OF Leonard Cohen'). . 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.
Thank you so much friends.. I was having a drink with my old teacher,. he is 102 now. and this was, he was just, about 97 at that time. and I pour him a drink and.
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.
In my secret life. In my secret life. In my secret life. In my secret life. . I saw you this morning. You were moving so fast. Can't seem to loosen my grip.