any people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows And everybody knows that it's now or never Everybody knows that it's me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah, when you've done a line or two Everybody knows the deal is rotten Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton For your ribbons and bows And everybody knows And everybody knows that the Plague is coming Everybody knows that it's moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past Everybody knows the scene is dead But there's gonna be a meter on your bed That will disclose What everybody knows And everybody knows that you're in trouble Everybody knows what you've been through >From the bloody cross on top of Calvary To the beach of Malibu Everybody knows it's coming apart Take one last look at this Sacred Heart Before it blows And everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Oh everybody knows, everybody knows That's how it goes Everybody knows Everybody knows I'm your man If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you If you want a partner Take my hand Or if you want to strike me down in anger Here I stand I'm your man If you want a boxer I will step into the ring for you And if you want a doctor I'll examine every inch of you If you want a driver Climb inside Or if you want to take me for a ride You know you can I'm your man Ah, the moon's too bright The chain's too tight The beast won't go to sleep I've been running through these promises to you That I made and I could not keep Ah but a man never got a woman back Not by begging on his knees Or I'd crawl to you baby And I'd fall at your feet And I'd howl at your beauty Like a dog in heat And I'd claw at your heart And I'd tear at your sheet I'd say please, please I'm your man And if you've got to sleep A moment on the road I will steer for you And if you want to work the street alone I'll disappear for you If you want a father for your child Or only want to walk with me a while Across the sand I'm your man Ah, the moon's too bright... If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you Take this waltz Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws Oh I want you, I want you, I want you On a chair with a dead magazine In the cave at the tip of the lily In some hallways where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take its broken waist in your hand This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and Death Dragging its tail in the sea There's a concert hall in Vienna Where your mouth had a thousand reviews There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking They've been sentenced to death by the blues Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture With a garland of freshly cut tears? Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz Take this waltz it's been dying for years There's an attic where children are playing Where I've got to lie down with you soon In a dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Take this waltz, take this waltz With its ``I'll never forget you, you know!'' This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz With its very own breath of brandy and Death Dragging its tail in the sea And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin and my cross And you'll carry me down on your dancing To the pools that you lift on your wrist Oh my love, Oh my love Take this waltz, take this waltz It's yours now, It's all that there is Jazz police Can you tell me why the bells are ringing? Nothing's happened in a million years I've been sitting here since Wednesday morning Wednesday morning can't believe my ears Jazz police are looking through my folders Jazz police are talking to my niece Jazz police have got their final orders Jazzer, drop your axe, it's Jazz police! Jesus taken serious by the many Jesus taken joyous by a few Jazz police are paid by J. Paul Getty Jazzers paid by J. Paul Getty II Jazz police I hear you calling Jazz police I feel so blue Jazz police I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you Wild as any freedom loving racist I applaud the actions of the chief Tell me now oh beautiful and spacious Am I in trouble with the Jazz police? Jazz police are looking through my folders... They will never understand our culture They'll never understand the Jazz police Jazz police are working for my mother Blood is thicker margarine than grease Let me be somebody I admire Let me be that muscle down the street Stick another turtle on the fire Guys like me are mad for turtle meat Jazz police I hear you calling Jazz police I feel so blue Jazz police I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you I can't forget I stumbled out of bed I got ready for the struggle I smoked a cigarette And I tightened up my gut I said this can't be me Must be my double And I can't forget, I can't forget I can't forget but I don't remember what I'm burning up the road I'm heading down to Phoenix I got this old address Of someone that I knew It was high and fine and free Ah, you should have seen us And I can't forget, I can't forget I can't forget but I don't remember who I'll be there today With a big bouquet of cactus I got this rig that runs on memories And I promise, cross my heart, They'll never catch us But if they do, just tell them it was me Yeah I loved you all my life And that's how I want to end it The summer's almost gone The winter's tuning up Yeah, the summer's gone But a lot goes on forever And I can't forget, I can't forget I can't forget but I don't remember what Tower of Song Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm just paying my rent every day Oh in the Tower of Song I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get? Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long A hundred floors above me In the Tower of Song I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond They tied me to this table right here In the Tower of Song So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all I'm standing by the window where the light is strong Ah they don't let a woman kill you Not in the Tower of Song Now you can say that I've grown bitter but of this you may be sure The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong You see, you hear these funny voices In the Tower of Song I see you standing on the other side I don't know how the river got so wide I loved you baby, way back when And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed But I feel so close to everything that we lost We'll never have to lose it again Now I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back There moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone I'll be speaking to you sweetly >From a window in the Tower of Song Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm just paying my rent every day Oh in the Tower of Song
 * The Future *  The Future Give me back my broken night my mirrored room, my secret life it's lonely here, there's no one left to torture Give me absolute control over every living soul And lie beside me, baby, that's an order! Give me crack and anal sex Take the only tree that's left and stuff it up the hole in your culture Give me back the Berlin wall give me Stalin and St Paul I've seen the future, brother: it is murder. Things are going to slide, slide in all directions Won't be nothing Nothing you can measure anymore The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and it has overturned the order of the soul When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did I'm the little jew who wrote the Bible I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all but love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going any further And now the wheels of heaven stop you feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: it is murder Things are going to slide... There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road and the white man dancing You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin' Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children anyhow I've seen the future, baby: it is murder Things are going to slide... When they said REPENT REPENT... Waiting for the miracle Baby, I've been waiting, I've been waiting night and day. I didn't see the time, I waited half my life away. There were lots of invitations and I know you sent me some, but I was waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. I know you really loved me. but, you see, my hands were tied. I know it must have hurt you, it must have hurt your pride to have to stand beneath my window with your bugle and your drum, and me I'm up there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Ah I don't believe you'd like it, You wouldn't like it here. There ain't no entertainment and the judgements are severe. The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Waiting for the miracle There's nothing left to do. I haven't been this happy since the end of World War II. Nothing left to do when you know that you've been taken. Nothing left to do when you're begging for a crumb Nothing left to do when you've got to go on waiting waiting for the miracle to come. I dreamed about you, baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah but some of you was light. The sands of time were falling from your fingers and your thumb, and you were waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come Ah baby, let's get married, we've been alone too long. Let's be alone together. Let's see if we're that strong. Yeah let's do something crazy, something absolutely wrong while we're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Nothing left to do... When you've fallen on the highway and you're lying in the rain, and they ask you how you're doing of course you'll say you can't complain -- If you're squeezed for information, that's when you've got to play it dumb: You just say you're out there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come. Be for real (by Frederick Knight) Are you back in my life to stay Or is it just for today Oh that you're gonna need me? If it's a thrill you're looking for Honey, I'm flexible. Oh, yeah. Just be for real won't you, Baby Be for real oh, Baby You see I, I don't want to be hurt by love again So you see I'm not naive. I just would like to believe Ah what you tell me. So don't give me the world today And tomorrow take it away. Don't do that to me, darling. Just be for real won't you, Baby Be for real won't you, Baby Been hurt so many times You see I, I don't want to be hurt by love again. (I don't give a damn about the truth, Baby Except for the naked truth. Oh yeah) Just be for real won't you, Baby Be for real won't you, Baby No, no, no, no It's just that I, I don't want to be hurt by love again. Thanks for the song Mr. Knight. Closing time Ah, we're drinking and we're dancing and the band is really happening and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high And my very sweet companion she's the Angel of Compassion she's 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 it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Yeah the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit's crying, ``Where's 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 can't 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 can't say much has happened since CLOSING TIME I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left but sorrow and a sense of overtime and I missed you since the place got wrecked And I just don't care what happens next looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess it's 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 it's something in between, I guess it's CLOSING TIME Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's 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 she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME The whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME Oh the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots It's CLOSING TIME And it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's CLOSING TIME I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss It's CLOSING TIME The Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since But CLOSING TIME I loved you when our love was blessed I love you now there's nothing left But CLOSING TIME I miss you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex. Anthem The birds they sang at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government -- signs for all to see. I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring... You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. Democracy 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! 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. Light as the breeze She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don't matter how you worship as long as you're down on your knees. So I knelt there at the delta, at the alpha and the omega, at the cradle of the river and the seas. And like a blessing come from heaven for something like a second I was healed and my heart was at ease. O baby I waited so long for your kiss for something to happen, oh something like this. And you're weak and you're harmless and you're sleeping in your harness and the wind going wild in the trees, and it ain't exactly prison but you'll never be forgiven for whatever you've done with the keys. O baby I waited... It's dark now and it's snowing O my love I must be going, The river has started to freeze. And I'm sick of pretending I'm broken from bending I've lived too long on my knees. Then she dances so graceful and your heart's hard and hateful and she's naked but that's just a tease. And you turn in disgust from your hatred and from your love and comes to you light as the breeze. O baby I waited... There's blood on every bracelet you can see it, you can taste it, and it's Please baby please baby please. And she says, Drink deeply, pilgrim but don't forget there's still a woman beneath this resplendent chemise. So I knelt there at the delta, at the alpha and the omega, I knelt there like one who believes. And the blessings come from heaven and for something like a second I'm cured and my heart is at ease Always (by Irving Berlin) Oh friends, [...] don't matter if you're a man or a woman. If you're in love with somebody, these are the words that you got to learn to say. Now listen carefully. Here it comes... I'll be loving you always with a love that's true, always When the thing you've planned needs my helping hand, I will understand, always, always Days may not be fair, always Yeah but that's when I'll be there, always Not for just an hour, Not for just a day, Not for just a year, but always. I said that I'll be loving you, always with a love that's true, always. When the thing you've planned needs my helping hand, I will, I will understand, always, always (Oh that's pretty... that's pretty too... Oh darling) The days may not be fair, always Yeah but that's when I'll be there, always Not for just a second, or a minute, or an hour, Not for just a weekend and a shake down in the shower, Not for just the summer and the winter going sour, But always, always, always (Ok if you don't want to quit, let's try it one more time) I'll be loving you, always with a love that's true, always. When the thing you've planned needs my helping hand, I will understand, I will, I will understand, always, always The days may not be fair, always (Don't worry, baby) That's when I'll be there, always Not for just an hour, Not for just a day, Not for just a year, but always. Tacoma Trailer (Instrumental)
 * Other songs performed/written by Cohen but not recorded by him *  Store Room I am less than happy with the lyrics transcribed here, if you can suggest corrections, by all mean do so. (DE) 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. (?) It's just a man... I love you without caring whom you love... Priests (Written around 1968, but never recorded) And who will write love songs for you when I am lord at last and your body is some little highway shrine that all my priests have passed, that all my priests have passed? My priests they will put flowers there, they will stand before the glass, but they'll wear away your little window, love, they will trample on the grass, they will trample on the grass. And who will aim the arrow that men will follow through your grace when I am lord of memory and all your armour has turned to lace, and all your armour has turned to lace? The simple life of heroes, and the twisted life of saints, they just confuse the sunny calendar with their red and golden paints, with their red and golden paints. And all of you have seen the dance, that God has kept from me, but he has seen me watching you when all your minds were free when all your minds were free. And who will write love songs for you... My priests they will put flowers there... God is alive, magic is afoot (Lyrics by Cohen, recorded by Buffy Sainte-Marie in 1969) God is alive, magic is afoot God is alive, magic is afoot God is alive, magic is afoot God is afoot, magic is alive Alive is afoot, magic never died God never sickened Many poor men lied Many sick men lied Magic never weakened Magic never hid Magic always ruled God is afoot, God never died God was ruler Though his funeral lengthened Though his mourners thickened Magic never fled Though his shrouds were hoisted The naked God did live Though his words were twisted The naked magic thrived Though his death was published Round and round the world The heart did not believe Many hurt men wondered Many struck men bled Magic never faltered Magic always lead Many stones were rolled But God would not lie down Many wild men lied Many fat men listened Though they offered stones Magic still was fed Though they locked their coffers God was always served Magic is afoot, God is alive Alive is afoot Alive is in command Many weak men hungered Many strong men thrived Though they boast of solitude God was at their side Nor the dreamer in his cell Nor the captain on the hill Magic is alive Though his death was pardoned Round and round the world The heart would not believe Though laws were carved in marble They could not shelter men Though altars built in parliaments They could not order men Police arrested magic and magic went with them Mmmmm.... for magic loves the hungry But magic would not tarry It moves from arm to arm It would not stay with them Magic is afoot It cannot come to harm It rests in an empty palm It spawns in an empty mind But magic is no instrument Magic is the end Many men drove magic But magic stayed behind Many strong men lied They only passed through magic And out the other side Many weak men lied They came to God in secret And though they left Him nourished They would not tell who healed Though mountains danced before them They said that God was dead Though his shrouds were hoisted The naked God did live This I mean to whisper to my mind This I mean to laugh within my mind This I mean my mind to serve Til' service is but magic Moving through the world And mind itself is magic Coursing through the flesh And flesh itself is magic Dancing on a clock And time itself The magic length of God God is alive, magic is afoot... Die Gedanken sind frei (reportedly performed by Cohen at some stage) (apparently completely/partly performed by Cohen) Die Gedanken sind frei! Wer kann sie erraten? Sie fliegen vorbei wie naechtliche Schatten. Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jaeger erschiessen mit Pulver und Blei. Die Gedanken sind frei! [Thoughts are free! Who can guess them? They fly along like nightly treasures No man can know them No hunter can shoot them With powder and lead Thoughts are free!] Ich denke, was ich will und was mich begluecket, doch alles in der Still und wie es sich schicket. Mein Wunsch und Begehren kann niemand verwehren, es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei! [I think about what I want and what makes me happy But everything quietly, and just how it comes. To my wish and desire Nobody can oppose, It stays this way: Thoughts are free!] Und sperrt man mich ein im finsteren Kerker, das alles sind rein vergebliche Werke, mit Pulver und Blei. Die Gedanken sind frei! [And if they lock me in a dark dungeon That is something that can be forgiven Cause my thoughts Tear up the bars And walls. Thoughts are free!] Ich denke, was ich will und was mich begluecket... [I think about what I want and what makes me happy...] Und sperrt man mich ein im finsteren Kerker... [And if they lock me in a dark dungeon...] Ich liebe den Wein, mein Maedchen vor allen, sie tut mir allein am besten gefallen. Ich bin nicht alleine bei meinem Glas Weine, mein Maedchen dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei! [I love wine, my girl most of all, Only me she pleases best I am not alone With my glass of wine My girl is with me: Thoughts are free!] Drum will ich auf immer den Sorgen entsagen und will mich auch nimmer mit Grillen mehr plagen. Man kann ja im Herzen stets lachen und scherzen und denken dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei! [That's why I will never worry anymore And I will never tease myself with whims anymore Because in one's heart One can keep laughing and joking While thinking Thoughts are free!] Do I have to dance all night I'm Forty-One, the moon is full, you make love very well. You touch me like I touch myself, I like you Mademoiselle. You're so fresh and you're so new, I do enjoy you, Miss. There's nothing I would rather do than move around just like this But do I have to dance all night? But do I have to dance all night? Ooh tell me, Bird of Paradise, do I have to dance all night? You never really have to tell me what you really think of me - alright. Let's say I'm doing fine, but do I have to dance all night? Do I have to dance all night?... I learned this step a while ago. I had to practice it while everybody slept. I waited half my life for you, you know, I didn't even think that you'd accept. And here you are before me in the flesh saying ``Yes, yes, yes!'' But do I have to dance all night?... I learned this step a while ago... But do I have to dance all night?... Tennessee Waltz (First verse is the traditional, second verse by Cohen) I was dancin' with my darlin' to the Tennessee Waltz when an old friend I happened to see. I introduced him to my darlin' and while they were dancin' my friend stole my sweetheart from me. I remember the night and the Tennessee Waltz 'cause I know just how much I have lost. Yes, I lost my little darlin' the night they were playing that beautiful Tennessee Waltz I remember the night... She goes dancin' with the darkness to the Tennessee Waltz and I feel like I'm falling apart and it's stronger than drink and it's deeper than sorrow this darkness she left in my heart I remember the night... That beautiful Tennessee Waltz Misty Blue (outtake from the Recent Songs sessions) Oh but it's been such a long, long time. Thought I'd got you off my mind. Looks like I can't, just the thought of you turns my whole world a misty blue. Just the mention of your name fans the flicker to a flame. I can't forget the things we used to do. My whole world turns misty blue. You know I should forget you I really should, and heaven knows that I tried. But when I told you, when I said that we were through deep in my heart I lied Baby, oh what a long, long time. Thought I'd get you off my mind. Oh but I can't, just the thought of you turns my world misty blue And the very mention of your name fans the flicker to a flame. I think of things we used to do, my whole world turns misty blue. Song of Bernadette (co-written with Jennifer Warnes, recorded by Warnes on her album Famous Blue Raincoat) There was a child named Bernadette I heard the story long ago She saw the Queen of Heaven once And kept the vision in her soul No one believed what she had seen No one believed what she heard That there were sorrows to be healed And mercy, mercy in this world So many hearts I find Broke like yours and mine Torn by what we've done and can't undo I just want to hold you Won't you let me hold you Like Bernadette would do We've been, we fall, we fly We mostly fall, we moostly run And every now and then we try To mend the damage that we've done Tonight, tonight I cannot rest I've got this joy inside my breast To think that I did not forget That child, that song of Bernadette So many hearts I find... To love somebody (originally by the Bee Gees) There's a light, a very special light, never ever shone on me. I would like my whole life to be, with someone like you... with someone... with someone like... You don't know what it's like, You don't know what it's like, to love somebody, to love somebody, the way I love you. There's a way, a very special way, To look at each and every single thing. Ah, but what good would that bring, if I ain't got you... if I ain't... if I ain't got you. You don't know what it's like, I don't think you really, really know what it's like, to love somebody, to love somebody, the way I love you, the way I love you. There's a light, a special kind of light, never ever shone on me. I would like my whole life to be, with someone like you... with someone... with someone like... Baby, you don't know what it's like, You, you just don't know what it's like, to love somebody, to love somebody, the way I love you. You don't know what it's like, I don't think you really, really know what it's like, to love somebody, to love the way I love you. Whither thou goest (from the Book of Ruth) Whither thou goest I will go Whither thou lodgest I will lodge Thy people shall be, My people. Whither thou goest I will go Whither thou goest I will go... Whither thou goest I will go... Way down deep (co-written with Jennifer Warnes, recorded by Warnes on her album The Hunter) way down, way way down way way down deep you're got me way down, way way down, way way down deep you're got me way down, way down deep I wander with you in my sleep I'm way down, way way down, way way down deep it came to me this morning I was walking down the street was like my soul could taste you and God, you tasted sweet finally I can breathe again finally I can speak I've got you in the glory place I've got you way down deep I've got you way down, way way down, way way down deep you're got me way down, way way down, way way down deep you're got me way down, way way down, I wander with you in my sleep I'm way down, way way down, way way down deep it's a funny feeling but I cannot say I mind I know that I'm dealing with a love that's far from blind I see every single angle I look before I leap how else can I put it when you're got me way down deep you've got me way down, way way down, way way down deep you've got me way down, way way down, way way down deep you've got me way down, way down deep I wander with you in my sleep I'm way down, way way down, way way down deep don't matter what we gave away was nothing we could keep don't matter what we gave away you know that talk is cheap forgive me if I hate you you're a liar and a thief but I've got you in the glory place I got you way down deep you've got me way down, way way down... don't matter if the road is long don't matter if it's steep don't matter if the moon goes out and darkness is complete don't matter if we lose our way I know we;re gonna meet I've got you in the glory place I've got you way down deep you've got me way down, way way down..
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 * Sources *  This lyrics collection compiled from various sources by
Dean Engelhardt (dean@cs.adelaide.edu.au)
Special thanks to Maurice Maes, Rheal Nadeau, Jo Meachem, Kjetil Dimmen, Brian Cameron, and Rudi Schmid. The original edition was modified, LaTeXed and then Webbed by
Giovanni Pensa (pensa@ghost.dsi.unimi.it)
And, of course, suggestions and corrections are welcomed.
Giovanni Pensa (pensa@dsi.unimi.it)