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Leonhard Cohen
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| Closing Time
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Ah were drinking and were dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
shes the Angel of Compassion
shes rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and its partner found, its partner lost
and its hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
its CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and its partner found, its partner lost
and its hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
its CLOSING TIME
Ah were lonely, were romantic
and the ciders laced with acid
and the Holy Spirits crying, "Wheres the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I cant say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I cant say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME
I loved you for your beauty
but that doesnt make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
theres a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your bodys really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now theres nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just dont care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
its something in between, I guess
its CLOSING TIME
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
its something in between, I guess
its CLOSING TIME
Yeah were drinking and were dancing
but theres nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
shes a hundred but shes wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you cant reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isnt worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and its once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss dont like these dizzy heights
were busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME
The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and its once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss dont like these dizzy heights
were busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME
Oh the women tear their blouses off the men they dance on the polka-dots
Its CLOSING TIME
And its partner found, its partner lost
and its hell to pay when the fiddler stops
Its CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
Its CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I cant say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now theres nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex. |
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14.Oct.2001 18:10:57 |
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