-You know how to call me
although such a noise now
would only confuse the air
Neither of us can forget
the steps we danced
the words you stretched
to call me out of dust
Yes I long for you
not just as a leaf for weather
or vase for hands
but with a narrow human longing
that makes a man refuse
any fields but his own
I wait for you at an
unexpected place in your journey
like the rusted key
or the feather you do not pick up.-

-I WILL NEVER FIND THE FACES
FOR ALL GOODBYES I'VE MADE.-


For Anyone Dressed in Marble
The miracle we all are waiting for
is waiting till the Parthenon falls down
and House of Birthdays is a house no more
and fathers are unpoisoned by renown.
The medals and the records of abuse
can't help us on our pilgrimage to lust,
but like whips certain perverts never use,
compel our flesh in paralysing trust.
I see an orphan, lawless and serene,
standing in a corner of the sky,
body something like bodies that have been,
but not the scar of naming in his eye.
Bred close to the ovens, he's burnt inside.
Light, wind, cold, dark -- they use him like a bride.


I Had It for a Moment

I had it for a moment
I knew why I must thank you
I saw powerful governing men in black suits
I saw them undressed
in the arms of young mistresses
the men more naked than the naked women
the men crying quietly
No that is not it
I'm losing why I must thank you
which means I'm left with pure longing
How old are you
Do you like your thighs
I had it for a moment
I had a reason for letting the picture
of your mouth destroy my conversation
Something on the radio
the end of a Mexican song
I saw the musicians getting paid
they are not even surprised
they knew it was only a job
Now I've lost it completely
A lot of people think you are beautiful
How do I feel about that
I have no feeling about that
I had a wonderful reason for not merely
courting you
It was tied up with the newspapers
I saw secret arrangements in high offices
I saw men who loved their worldliness
even though they had looked through
big electric telescopes
they still thought their worldliness was serious
not just a hobby a taste a harmless affectation
they thought the cosmos listened
I was suddenly fearful
one of their obscure regulations
could separate us
I was ready to beg for mercy
Now I'm getting into humiliation
I've lost why I began this
I wanted to talk about your eyes
I know nothing about your eyes
and you've noticed how little I know
I want you somewhere safe
far from high offices
I'll study you later
So many people want to cry quietly beside you

Author: Leonard Cohen

-You know how to call me<br />although such a noise now<br />would only confuse the air<br />Neither of us can forget<br />the steps we danced<br />the words you stretched<br />to call me out of dust<br />Yes I long for you<br />not just as a leaf for weather<br />or vase for hands<br />but with a narrow human longing<br />that makes a man refuse<br />any fields but his own<br />I wait for you at an<br />unexpected place in your journey<br />like the rusted key<br />or the feather you do not pick up.-<br /><br />-I WILL NEVER FIND THE FACES<br />FOR ALL GOODBYES I'VE MADE.-<br /><br /><br />For Anyone Dressed in Marble<br />The miracle we all are waiting for<br />is waiting till the Parthenon falls down<br />and House of Birthdays is a house no more<br />and fathers are unpoisoned by renown.<br />The medals and the records of abuse<br />can't help us on our pilgrimage to lust,<br />but like whips certain perverts never use,<br />compel our flesh in paralysing trust.<br />I see an orphan, lawless and serene,<br />standing in a corner of the sky,<br />body something like bodies that have been,<br />but not the scar of naming in his eye.<br />Bred close to the ovens, he's burnt inside.<br />Light, wind, cold, dark -- they use him like a bride.<br /><br /><br />I Had It for a Moment<br /><br />I had it for a moment<br />I knew why I must thank you<br />I saw powerful governing men in black suits<br />I saw them undressed<br />in the arms of young mistresses<br />the men more naked than the naked women<br />the men crying quietly<br />No that is not it<br />I'm losing why I must thank you<br />which means I'm left with pure longing<br />How old are you<br />Do you like your thighs<br />I had it for a moment<br />I had a reason for letting the picture<br />of your mouth destroy my conversation<br />Something on the radio<br />the end of a Mexican song<br />I saw the musicians getting paid<br />they are not even surprised<br />they knew it was only a job<br />Now I've lost it completely<br />A lot of people think you are beautiful<br />How do I feel about that<br />I have no feeling about that<br />I had a wonderful reason for not merely<br />courting you<br />It was tied up with the newspapers<br />I saw secret arrangements in high offices<br />I saw men who loved their worldliness<br />even though they had looked through<br />big electric telescopes<br />they still thought their worldliness was serious<br />not just a hobby a taste a harmless affectation<br />they thought the cosmos listened<br />I was suddenly fearful<br />one of their obscure regulations<br />could separate us<br />I was ready to beg for mercy<br />Now I'm getting into humiliation<br />I've lost why I began this<br />I wanted to talk about your eyes<br />I know nothing about your eyes<br />and you've noticed how little I know<br />I want you somewhere safe<br />far from high offices<br />I'll study you later<br />So many people want to cry quietly beside you - Leonard Cohen



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