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Stories Of The Street

(Leonard Cohen)


The stories of the street are mine the Spanish voices laugh
  The Cadillac's go creeping now through the night and the poison Gas 
  And I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose
  Yes one hand on my suicide one hand on the rose

  I know you've heard it's over now and the war must surely come
  The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
  But let me ask you one more time Oh children of the dusk
  All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us
  And where do all these highways go now that we are free
  Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me
  Oh lady with your legs so fine Oh stranger at your wheel
  You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the Seal 
  The age of lust is giving birth and both the parents ask 
  The nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
  And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite
  With one eye filled with blueprints one eye filled with night
  Oh come with me my little one and we will find that farm 
  And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm 
  And if by chance I should awake and I ask you who I am
  Just take me to the slaughterhouse I will wait there with the lamb
  With one hand on a hexagram and one hand on the girl 
  I balance on this wishing well that all men call the world
  We are so small between the stars so large against the sky
  And lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye


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