Stories Of The Street

Song	Stories Of The Street
Artist	Leonard Cohen
Album	Songs Of Leonard Cohen / Songs Of Love And Hate (Coffret 2 CD)

	作曲 : Leonard Cohen
	作词 : Leonard Cohen
	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 choseYes, one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose
	I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come
	The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
	But let me ask you one more time, oh, children of the dusk
	All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, 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?
	Oh, lady with your legs so fine, oh, 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
	And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite
	And one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night
	Oh, come with me my little one, we will find that farm
	And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm
	And if by chance
	I wake at night and
	I ask you who
	I amOh, take me to the slaughterhouse,
	I will wait there with the lamb
	With one hand on the hexagram and 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

	zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen
	zuò cí : Leonard Cohen
	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 choseYes, one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose
	I know you' ve heard it' s over now and war must surely come
	The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
	But let me ask you one more time, oh, children of the dusk
	All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, 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?
	Oh, lady with your legs so fine, oh, 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
	And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite
	And one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night
	Oh, come with me my little one, we will find that farm
	And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm
	And if by chance
	I wake at night and
	I ask you who
	I amOh, take me to the slaughterhouse,
	I will wait there with the lamb
	With one hand on the hexagram and 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