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    Bard Leonard Cohen

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLq7Aqd_H7g

    The Stranger Song

    It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
    who said they were through with dealing
    Every time you gave them shelter
    I know that kind of man
    It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
    who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
    who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.

    And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
    you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
    Like any dealer he was watching for the card
    that is so high and wild
    he'll never need to deal another
    He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
    He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.

    And then leaning on your window sill
    he'll say one day you caused his will
    to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
    And then taking from his wallet
    an old schedule of trains, he'll say
    I told you when I came I was a stranger
    I told you when I came I was a stranger.

    But now another stranger seems
    to want you to ignore his dreams
    as though they were the burden of some other
    you've seen that man before
    his golden arm dispatching cards
    but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
    And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
    Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.

    Ah you hate to see another tired man
    lay down his hand
    like he was giving up the holy game of poker
    And while he talks his dreams to sleep
    you notice there's a highway
    that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
    It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.

    You tell him to come in sit down
    but something makes you turn around
    The door is open you can't close your shelter
    You try the handle of the road
    It opens do not be afraid
    It's you my love, you who are the stranger
    It's you my love, you who are the stranger.

    Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
    we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
    I think it's time to board another
    Please understand, I never had a secret chart
    to get me to the heart of this
    or any other matter
    When he talks like this
    you don't know what he's after
    When he speaks like this,
    you don't know what he's after.

    Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
    upon the shore, beneath the bridge
    that they are building on some endless river
    Then he leaves the platform
    for the sleeping car that's warm
    You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
    And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
    And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

    And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...

    And leaning on your window sill ...

    I told you when I came I was a stranger.
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    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUODJVhRFDc

    "The Captain"

    Now the Captain called me to his bed
    He fumbled for my hand
    "Take these silver bars," he said
    "I'm giving you command."
    "Command of what, there's no one here
    There's only you and me --
    All the rest are dead or in retreat
    Or with the enemy."
    "Complain, complain, that's all you've done
    Ever since we lost
    If it's not the Crucifixion
    Then it's the Holocaust."
    "May Christ have mercy on your soul
    For making such a joke
    Amid these hearts that burn like coal
    And the flesh that rose like smoke."

    "I know that you have suffered, lad,
    But suffer this awhile:
    Whatever makes a soldier sad
    Will make a killer smile."
    "I'm leaving, Captain, I must go
    There's blood upon your hand
    But tell me, Captain, if you know
    Of a decent place to stand."

    "There is no decent place to stand
    In a massacre;
    But if a woman take your hand
    Go and stand with her."
    "I left a wife in Tennessee
    And a baby in Saigon --
    I risked my life, but not to hear
    Some country-western song."

    "Ah but if you cannot raise your love
    To a very high degree,
    Then you're just the man I've been thinking of --
    So come and stand with me."
    "Your standing days are done," I cried,
    "You'll rally me no more.
    I don't even know what side
    We fought on, or what for."

    "I'm on the side that's always lost
    Against the side of Heaven
    I'm on the side of Snake-eyes tossed
    Against the side of Seven.
    And I've read the Bill of Human Rights
    And some of it was true
    But there wasn't any burden left
    So I'm laying it on you."

    Now the Captain he was dying
    But the Captain wasn't hurt
    The silver bars were in my hand
    I pinned them to my shirt.
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    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaCs4xCRhsM
    http://www.twoshakesofalambstail.com/st ... reroom.mp3

    The Store room

    I love you
    Without really caring
    Whom you love:

    Yeah my hands below the belt;
    Or my hands above;

    In the arms of other men;
    Or in my bed again.

    Just a man
    Taking
    What he needs
    From the storeroom.

    Oh, I love to see you sitting there upon your golden throne.
    Your little preachers
    All around you
    Being born.

    And your prophet, straight and tall,
    To undermine it all.

    Just a man
    Taking
    What he needs
    From your storeroom, Storeroom!

    Yeah ol' Shakespeare - he said it all,
    And he said no more.

    And he left me
    Feeling just like
    A two bit whore.

    Well the silence -
    It broke my heart;
    'Till I
    Spread my legs apart.

    Just a man
    Taking
    What he needs
    From the storeroom, Storeroom!

    Oh, my love, let us continue what has been begun -
    Praying for:
    The mother and the father,
    The daughter and the son.

    But should one refuse to come, no, {'count notes'??}
    It does not subtract the sum.

    Just a man
    Taking
    What he needs
    From the storeroom, Storeroom, StoreRoom, STOREROOM!

    It's not a wind
    That keeps you up,
    It's not the snow,
    It's not the moon -

    Coming like a headlight
    Through your window;
    It's not the thumbnail on the screen
    That scrapes away your dream;

    It's just a man
    Taking
    What he needs
    From the storeroom, storeroom, Storeroom!

    And the news of all these burning towns - you don't
    Really mind -
    Just a spool that you turn,
    And you turn -
    And he won't unwind.

    You know these wars - that you did not start -
    They do not tear your sleep apart -

    Just a man
    Taking
    What he needs
    From the storeroom, Storeroom, STOREROOM!

    I loved you, without really caring
    Who it is you love:
    My hands below the belt;
    Or my hands above;

    In the arms of other men;
    Or in my bed again.

    He's just a man
    Taking
    What he needs
    From the storeroom, Storeroom.

    ahh....

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    I love you, without caring whom you love.
    My hands below the belt, or my hands above
    in the arms of other men,
    or in my bed again.

    It's just a man,
    Taking what he needs,
    From the store room,
    Store room, store room.

    I love to see you sitting there upon your throne,
    your preachers all around you
    being bored, and your prophet straight and tall.
    And yet they'll undermine it all.

    Just a man, just a man,
    taking what he needs,
    from the store room,
    store room, store room.

    Yeah, Shakespeare said it all, then he said no more
    and he left me feeling just like a two bit whore.
    Well the silence broke my heart, but yes
    I spread my legs apart.

    It's just a man ...

    ?????
    ?????
    The hermit in the Wild,
    the parent in the child.

    Just a man ...

    Oh my love, let us unpin you,
    ???? you done, bringing more:
    the mother and the father, the daughter and the son.
    But should one refuse to come, it does not subtract the sum

    It's just a man ...

    It's not a (due?) of burning pounds that ruins your mind
    like a spoon that you turn and you turn and you don't unwind,
    Though these wars that you did not stop,
    they don't tear your sleep apart.

    It's just a man ...

    ???? that keeps you up,
    What a (moon?) coming like a headlight through the window
    Not the thumbnail of a screen, (?)
    No best way to dream (?)

    It's just a man ...

    Now the woman by your side is she awake?
    But there's nothing you want to give her,
    and there's nothing that you really want to take.
    You don't even try to prove that the noisy neighbor's making love.
    "...Важно, чтобы форум оставался местом, объединяющим людей, для которых интересны русский язык и культура. ..." - MasterАdmin (из переписки)



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    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rf36v0epfmI

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zp4TW_BOchc Bon Jovi
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8jpNiUuwcw --''--

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=thNVaVfCQEo - Allison Crowe sings

    "Hallelujah"

    Now 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
    Hallelujah
    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, and she cut your hair
    And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

    Baby I have 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, Hallelujah
    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?
    And remember when I moved in you
    The holy dove was moving too
    And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    You say I took the name in vain
    I don't even know the name
    But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
    There's a blaze of light
    In every word
    It doesn't matter which you heard
    The holy or the broken Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah

    I did my best, it wasn't much
    I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
    I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
    And even though
    It all went wrong
    I'll stand before the Lord of Song
    With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah, Hallelujah
    Hallelujah
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    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zdePVqDPa6I (Spoken)
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5g8CA5ltR8

    Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

    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!
    Leonard Cohen - Democracy
    lyrics from http://www.6lyrics.com
    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.
    "...Важно, чтобы форум оставался местом, объединяющим людей, для которых интересны русский язык и культура. ..." - MasterАdmin (из переписки)



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