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Words & music by 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
Before i let you take me home.
Now so long, marianne, it's time that we began
To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that i love to live with you,
But you make me forget so very much.
I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, marianne, it's time that we began ...

We met when we were almost young
Deep in the green lilac park.
You held on to me like i was a crucifix,
As we went kneeling through the dark.

Oh so long, marianne, it's time that we began ...

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
Then why do i feel alone?
I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
Is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, marianne, it's time that we began ...

For now i need your hidden love.
I'm cold as a new razor blade.
You left when i told you i was curious,
I never said that i was brave.

Oh so long, marianne, it's time that we began ...

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
I see you've gone and changed your name again.
And just when i climbed this whole mountainside,
To wash my eyelids in the rain!

Oh so long, marianne, it's time that we began ...

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man

Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know i'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, i'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

Words and music: jonathan richman

Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to pablo picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So pablo picasso was never called an asshole

Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avacado when he would drive
Down their street in his el dorado
He could walk down you street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright

Well he was only 5'3"
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo picasso never got called an asshole
Not in new york

Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious,
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of pablo picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it

Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to pablo picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo picasso was never called...

All hail king harry
But a whisper of your former self say i
Your wives are all dead
Sail away say i

France can burn
While your sons lie warm
Come xmas in the tower
Alas alas king harry
Sail away say i.

Words & music by leonard cohen

I've heard there was a secret chord
That david played and it pleased the lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing hallelujah

Hallelujah

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hallelujah

Baby i've been here before, i know this room
I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before i knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
I remember when i moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah

Maybe there's a god above, all i ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who out drew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Life is short and love is very sweet
Look at all the people running from their lives in the street
What're they running from?
What are they running from?
Well, god, damn it, ask them
I wanna know, too

Read and destroy everything you read in the press
Read and destroy everything you read in books
It's a waste of time
It's a waste of energy
It's a waste of paper
And it's a waste of ink
Whatever you read in the books, leave it there
The word for it is:
Sabotage, sabotage
Sabotage, sabotage

The military intelligence isn't what it used to be
So waht, human intelligence what it used to be either
It's a rising expectation
It's a rising of the tide
The wards will discharge all their patients in teh streets
Are they hurt again? they are mine, yeah, murderer

Sabotage, sabotage, sabotage

I don't know just where i'm going
But i'm gonna try for the kingdom, if i can
'cause it makes me feel like i'm a man
When i put a spike into my vein
And i'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When i'm rushing on my run
And i feel just like jesus' son
And i guess that i just don't know
And i guess that i just don't know

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When i'm closing in on death
And you can't help me now, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And i guess that i just don't know
And i guess that i just don't know

I wish that i was born a thousand years ago
I wish that i'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and i guess that i just don't know
Oh, and i guess that i just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then i'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the jim-jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'cause when the smack begins to flow
Then i really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank god that i'm as good as dead
Then thank your god that i'm not aware
And thank god that i just don't care
And i guess i just don't know
And i guess i just don't know

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true it's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

'cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

You're put down in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true

'cause everybody knows (she's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (she's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (she's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks hear the way she talks

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, severin awaits you there

I am tired, i am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, i am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells
Please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Teenage mary said to uncle dave
I sold my soul, must be saved
Gonna take a walk down to union square
You never know who you're gonna find there

You gotta run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Tell you whatcha do

Marguerita passion had to get her fix
She wasn't well, she was getting sick
Went to sell her soul, she wasn't high
Didn't know, thinks she could buy it

And she would run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Tell you whatcha do

Seasick sarah had a golden nose
Hobnail boots wrapped around her toes
When she turned blue, all the angels screamed
They didn't know, they couldn't make the scene

She had to run, run, run, run, run
Take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Tell you whatcha do

Beardless harry, what a waste
Couldn't even get a small-town taste
Rode the trolleys down to forty-seven
Figured he was good to get himself to heaven
'cause he had to run, run, run, run, run take a drag or two
Run, run, run, run, run
Gypsy death and you
Tell you whatcha do

The philosopher
Brahms
Legs larry at the television centre
The academy in peril
Intro
Days of steam
3 orchestral pieces
Faust
The balance
Capt. morgan's lament
King harry
John milton

Yes she found her footsteps failing
Falling falling from the sky
Down from bangor with her eagles
Stepping out before her time
She did cry and she did fly
Round and round the swollen sky
Lightning for those mountain sides
And the miller never showed her
A face that didn't know

Then that concert sang a long way
Here and there to swansea bay
More and more the tides ran with it
Murder mary come and gone
Folded arms and christendom
Shields and molten falcon heads
And the miller never showed her
A face that didn't know

(chorus)
It's a long long time - to go

Then came xmas moving slowly
Slowly crossing out the chimes
Shutting out her father's women
Broken women on her side
Give her give her all she wants
Safely with her alphabet
On that morning she did leave
And he never would have shown
Her a face that didn't know

The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to lose
Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother
Walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife of g.t.
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
To his skull-shrill yell
Shining brightly red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razor's
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
Where you come from
The stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame, choose again
And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side to be on
If the stone glances off
Split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try between
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the game i che che che che i
Che che ka tak koh
Choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go