Leonard Cohen - Song of destruction

Tekst :

Your lives to change? An oracle to speak?
Some version of the wounded matador
Who turns toward the bull his other cheek
And entertains you with a torn physique?
Some prisoner in pyjamas dancing lewd
Trablinka waltzes, while another freak
Hangs himself to concentrate your mood
And sweeten up your putrid solitude?

(Michael) My drummer is the only one I trust
Let the drums go rolling through the night
And let them pulverise my deep disgust
With steady thunder, whips and dynamite
The man of sticks and skins is always right.
I found him near the cremetorium
Humiliated, begging for a fight.
I wrote the name of honour on a drum
O drummer tell the people why I ve come!

O listen to him and his saxophone

(Frank & Louis) Our musical genital unicorn

(Michael) He s very well hung with his golden horn
He d like to be standing out here alone
The light on his hands, his mouth, and his bone.

(Frank & Louis) So take your solo now and loose your way
In every fingered hole and brassy groan...
You ll soon begin to choke on what you play

(Michael) You re choking now exactly as I say!

(Michael, Frank As for the deeper spirits in the hall
& Louis) Annointed ones and truely different
Whom orgy doesn t satisfy at all
Who loathe the horizontal argument

(Frank & Louis) It is to such as you that he was sent.

(Michael) I understand the loyalties that insist
You burn a child or shoot a president
Or tattoo numbers on a woman s wrist
I know the sorrow of the good idealist.

It is to such as you that I was sent
To speak directly to your deepest shame
And light the fires of experiment
And burn all hesitation in the flame --
I claim you now, I claim you in the name
Of that which you have never done before
And having done it never be the same.
The victim shall be smitten on his sore.
The haughty one shall have a visitor.

(Michael, Frank We heard that drummer, do not think we missed
& Louis) Your subtle derivation from the beat

(Michael) Which I established with an iron fist
A thousand years ago, a small deceit
To be enlarged until you have complete
Control of the mood and the atmosphere --
Your crooked time endangering my defeat --
Now all your instruments must disappear
And on your traitor s face pursue your
dark career!

Inne utwory

  • If it be your will
  • You have loved enough
  • Who by fire
  • On that day
  • In my secret life
  • Teachers
  • Love calls you by your name
  • The third invention
  • You know who i am
  • The smokey life
  • Here it is
  • One of us cannot be wrong
  • The future
  • The land of plenty
  • Everybody knows
  • So long Marianne
  • Came so far for beauty
  • Queen Victoria
  • Losowe utwory

    B-U-T-T out

    You want to come too. We know you do.
    And maybe someday you will.
    She wants to come now, No way, no how!
    Sorry, negativesville
    Why not? Why not? Let s see, why not.

    Lizzie baby, we d rather you weren t along today
    But shouldn t we tell her why?
    We d just rather you weren...

    Ashley

    Shadows fall on yesterday
    It s like time just slips away,
    I m nothing, darkness follows me
    The dawning never shows its head
    I m left dying here instead with nothing
    A lock without a key

    Like the brightest star, you shine through

    Ashley baby, You make me feel so alive
    I ve got purpose once again (Yeah...

    Midnight caller

    Beneath the midnight caller
    She thinks of paper green
    You never hear them calling her name
    They just know where they ve been

    You never hear her holler
    The tears no longer come
    She reads her daily book of the past
    That shows of everyone

    Grey years that show in her hair
    Can t be, but don t seem...

    Cye

    (Feat - Kasia Kurzewska)

    Did you ever let yourself
    Fall and loose your faith
    Hey take my hand, don t let me wait
    Lets take a ride, vanish into world
    Close your eyes be a child
    for a while, for a while

    Close your eyes, free your life
    From the...

    U should

    Uhh.. yeah
    Uh-huh.. uh-huh
    Uhh.. yeah
    Uh-huh..

    [LL Cool J]
    I ma make you feel good (uhh)
    It ll be my pleasure to take you out the hood (yeah)
    Let you shop til you drop
    Let you pick your own rocks
    I ma carry the bags
    Tell you...