The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs 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
War must surely come
The cities they are broke in half
The middle men are gone
But let me ask you one more time
O children of the dusk
All these hunters who are shrieking now
O 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
O lady with your legs so fine
O 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
Now the infant with his cord
Is hauled in like a kite
And one eye filled with blueprints
One eye filled with night
O come with me my little one
We will find that farm
And grow us green grass and apples there
And if by chance I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
O take me to the slaughterhouse
I will wait there with the lamb
With one hand on the hexagram
One hand on the girl
I balance on a 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
Catch your eye
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APPEARS ON:
Record Club: The Songs Of Leonard Cohen
LENGTH:
4:58
WRITTEN BY:
Leonard Cohen
PRODUCED BY:
Beck Hansen
STUDIO:
Sunset Sound Studios
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Devendra Banhart
Vocals, Electric Guitar
Bram Inscore
Upright Bass
Benjamin Goldwasser
Keyboards
Andrew VanWyngarden
Drums
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