Leonard Cohen Tonight Will Be Fine

Sometimes I find I get to thinking of the past.

We swore to each other then that our love would surely last.

You kept right on loving, I went on a fast,

now I am too thin and your love is too vast.

But I know from your eyes

and I know from your smile

that tonight will be fine,

will be fine, will be fine, will be fine

for a while.

I choose the rooms that I live in with care,

the windows are small and the walls almost bare,

there’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer;

I listen all night for your step on the stair.

But I know from your eyes

and I know from your smile

that tonight will be fine,

will be fine, will be fine, will be fine

for a while.

Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me,

she’s the soft naked lady love meant her to be

and she’s moving her body so brave and so free.

If I’ve got to remember that’s a fine memory.

And I know from her eyes

and I know from her smile

that tonight will be fine,

will be fine, will be fine, will be fine

for a while.

Leonard Cohen Leaving The Table

I’m leaving the table

I’m out of the game

I don’t know the people

In your picture frame

If I ever loved you or no, no

It’s a crying shame if I ever loved you

If I knew your name

You don’t need a lawyer

I’m not making a claim

You don’t need to surrender

I’m not taking aim

I don’t need a lover, no, no

The wretched beast is tame

I don’t need a lover

So blow out the flame

There’s nobody missing

There is no reward

Little by little

We’re cutting the cord

We’re spending the treasure, oh, no, no

That love cannot afford

I know you can feel it

The sweetness restored

I don’t need a reason

For what I became

I’ve got these excuses

They’re tired and lame

I don’t need a pardon, no, no, no, no, no

There’s no one left to blame

I’m leaving the table

I’m out of the game

I’m leaving the table

I’m out of the game

Leonard Cohen I’m Your Man

If you want a lover

I’ll do anything you ask me to

And if you want another kind of love

I’ll wear a mask for you

If you want a partner

Take my hand

Or if you want to strike me down in anger

Here I stand

I’m your man

If you want a boxer

I will step into the ring for you

And if you want a doctor

I’ll examine every inch of you

If you want a driver

Climb inside

Or if you want to take me for a ride

You know you can

I’m your man

Ah, the moon’s too bright

The chain’s too tight

The beast won’t go to sleep

I’ve been running through these promises to you

That I made and I could not keep

Ah but a man never got a woman back

Not by begging on his knees

Or I’d crawl to you baby

And I’d fall at your feet

And I’d howl at your beauty

Like a dog in heat

And I’d claw at your heart

And I’d tear at your sheet

I’d say please, please

I’m your man

And if you’ve got to sleep

A moment on the road

I will steer for you

And if you want to work the street alone

I’ll disappear for you

If you want a father for your child

Or only want to walk with me a while

Across the sand

I’m your man

If you want a lover

I’ll do anything you ask me to

And if you want another kind of love

I’ll wear a mask for you

Leonard Cohen Story Of Isaac

The door it opened slowly,

my father he came in,

I was nine years old.

And he stood so tall above me,

his blue eyes they were shining

and his voice was very cold.

He said, “I’ve had a vision

and you know I’m strong and holy,

I must do what I’ve been told.”

So he started up the mountain,

I was running, he was walking,

and his axe was made of gold.

Well, the trees they got much smaller,

the lake a lady’s mirror,

we stopped to drink some wine.

Then he threw the bottle over.

Broke a minute later

and he put his hand on mine.

Thought I saw an eagle

but it might have been a vulture,

I never could decide.

Then my father built an altar,

he looked once behind his shoulder,

he knew I would not hide.

You who build these altars now

to sacrifice these children,

you must not do it anymore.

A scheme is not a vision

and you never have been tempted

by a demon or a god.

You who stand above them now,

your hatchets blunt and bloody,

you were not there before,

when I lay upon a mountain

and my father’s hand was trembling

with the beauty of the word.

And if you call me brother now,

forgive me if I inquire,

“Just according to whose plan?”

When it all comes down to dust

I will kill you if I must,

I will help you if I can.

When it all comes down to dust

I will help you if I must,

I will kill you if I can.

And mercy on our uniform,

man of peace or man of war,

the peacock spreads his fan.

Leonard Cohen Here It Is

Here is your crown

And your seal and rings;

And here is your love

For all things.

Here is your cart,

And your cardboard and piss;

And here is your love

For all of this.

May everyone live,

And may everyone die.

Hello, my love,

And my love, Goodbye.

Here is your wine,

And your drunken fall;

And here is your love.

Your love for it all.

Here is your sickness.

Your bed and your pan;

And here is your love

For the woman, the man.

May everyone live,

And may everyone die.

Hello, my love,

And, my love, Goodbye.

And here is the night,

The night has begun;

And here is your death

In the heart of your son.

And here is the dawn,

(Until death do us part);

And here is your death,

In your daughter’s heart.

May everyone live,

And may everyone die.

Hello, my love,

And, my love, Goodbye.

And here you are hurried,

And here you are gone;

And here is the love,

That it’s all built upon.

Here is your cross,

Your nails and your hill;

And here is your love,

That lists where it will

May everyone live,

And may everyone die.

Hello, my love,

And my love, Goodbye.

Leonard Cohen Because Of

Because of a few songs

Wherein I spoke of their mystery,

Women have been

Exceptionally kind

to my old age.

They make a secret place

In their busy lives

And they take me there.

They become naked

In their different ways

and they say,

“Look at me, Leonard

Look at me one last time.”

Then they bend over the bed

And cover me up

Like a baby that is shivering.

Leonard Cohen You Want It Darker

If you are the dealer, I’m out of the game

If you are the healer, it means I’m broken and lame

If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame

You want it darker

We kill the flame

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name

Vilified, crucified, in the human frame

A million candles burning for the help that never came

You want it darker

Hineni, hineni

I’m ready, my lord

There’s a lover in the story

But the story’s still the same

There’s a lullaby for suffering

And a paradox to blame

But it’s written in the scriptures

And it’s not some idle claim

You want it darker

We kill the flame

They’re lining up the prisoners

And the guards are taking aim

I struggled with some demons

They were middle class and tame

I didn’t know I had permission to murder and to maim

You want it darker

Hineni, hineni

I’m ready, my lord

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name

Vilified, crucified, in the human frame

A million candles burning for the love that never came

You want it darker

We kill the flame

If you are the dealer, let me out of the game

If you are the healer, I’m broken and lame

If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame

You want it darker

Hineni, hineni

Hineni, hineni

I’m ready, my lord

Hineni

Hineni, hineni

Hineni

Leonard Cohen Democracy

It’s coming through a hole in the air,

from those nights in Tiananmen Square.

It’s coming from the feel

that this ain’t exactly real,

or it’s real, but it ain’t exactly there.

From the wars against disorder,

from the sirens night and day,

from the fires of the homeless,

from the ashes of the gay:

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming through a crack in the wall;

on a visionary flood of alcohol;

from the staggering account

of the Sermon on the Mount

which I don’t pretend to understand at all.

It’s coming from the silence

on the dock of the bay,

from the brave, the bold, the battered

heart of Chevrolet:

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming from the sorrow in the street,

the holy places where the races meet;

from the homicidal bitchin’

that goes down in every kitchen

to determine who will serve and who will eat.

From the wells of disappointment

where the women kneel to pray

for the grace of God in the desert here

and the desert far away:

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on

O mighty Ship of State!

To the Shores of Need

Past the Reefs of Greed

Through the Squalls of Hate

Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

It’s coming to America first,

the cradle of the best and of the worst.

It’s here they got the range

and the machinery for change

and it’s here they got the spiritual thirst.

It’s here the family’s broken

and it’s here the lonely say

that the heart has got to open

in a fundamental way:

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It’s coming from the women and the men.

O baby, we’ll be making love again.

We’ll be going down so deep

the river’s going to weep,

and the mountain’s going to shout Amen!

It’s coming like the tidal flood

beneath the lunar sway,

imperial, mysterious,

in amorous array:

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on …

I’m sentimental, if you know what I mean

I love the country but I can’t stand the scene.

And I’m neither left or right

I’m just staying home tonight,

getting lost in that hopeless little screen.

But I’m stubborn as those garbage bags

that Time cannot decay,

I’m junk but I’m still holding up

this little wild bouquet:

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Leonard Cohen I Can’t Forget

I stumbled out of bed

I got ready for the struggle

I smoked a cigarette

And I tightened up my gut

I said this can’t be me

Must be my double

And I can’t forget, I can’t forget

I can’t forget but I don’t remember what

I’m burning up the road

I’m heading down to Phoenix

I got this old address

Of someone that I knew

It was high and fine and free

Ah, you should have seen us

And I can’t forget, I can’t forget

I can’t forget but I don’t remember who

I’ll be there today

With a big bouquet of cactus

I got this rig that runs on memories

And I promise, cross my heart,

They’ll never catch us

But if they do, just tell them it was me

Yeah I loved you all my life

And that’s how I want to end it

The summer’s almost gone

The winter’s tuning up

Yeah, the summer’s gone

But a lot goes on forever

And I can’t forget, I can’t forget

I can’t forget but I don’t remember what

Leonard Cohen A Thousand Kisses Deep

The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat.

You win a while, and then it’s done –

Your little winning streak.

And summoned now to deal

With your invincible defeat,

You live your life as if it’s real,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

You lose your grip, and then you slip

Into the Masterpiece.

And maybe I had miles to drive,

And promises to keep:

You ditch it all to stay alive,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against

The limits of the sea:

I saw there were no oceans left

For scavengers like me.

I made it to the forward deck.

I blessed our remnant fleet –

And then consented to be wrecked,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed,

I’m back on Boogie Street.

I guess they won’t exchange the gifts

That you were meant to keep.

And quiet is the thought of you,

The file on you complete,

Except what we forgot to do,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,

The wretched and the meek,

We gather up our hearts and go,

A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,

The odds are there to beat . . .