| Song | Dress Rehearsal Rag |
| Artist | Leonard Cohen |
| Album | Songs Of Leonard Cohen / Songs Of Love And Hate (Coffret 2 CD) |
| 作曲 : Leonard Cohen | |
| 作词 : Leonard Cohen | |
| Four o'clock in the afternoon | |
| And I didn't feel like very much | |
| I said to myself, "Where are you, Golden BoyWhere's your famous golden touch?" | |
| I thought you knew where | |
| All of the elephants lie down | |
| I thought you were the crown prince | |
| Of all the wheels in ivory town | |
| Just take a look at your body now | |
| There's nothing much to save | |
| And a bitter voice in the mirror cries"Hey, Prince, you need a shave" | |
| Now, if you can manage to get | |
| Your trembling fingers to behave | |
| Why don't you try unwrapping | |
| A stainless steel razor blade? | |
| That's right, it's come to this | |
| Yes, it's come to this | |
| And wasn't it a long way down? | |
| Wasn't it a strange way down? | |
| There's no hot water | |
| And the cold is running thin | |
| Well, what do you expect from | |
| The kind of places you've been living in? | |
| Don't drink from that cup | |
| It's all caked and cracked along the rim | |
| That's not the electric light, my friend | |
| That is your vision growing dim | |
| Cover up your face with soap, there | |
| Now, you're | |
| Santa Claus | |
| And you've got a gift for anyone | |
| Who will give you his applause | |
| I thought you were a racing man | |
| Ah, but you couldn't take the pace | |
| That's a funeral in the mirror | |
| And it's stopping at your face | |
| That's right, it's come to this | |
| Yes, it's come to this | |
| And wasn't it a long way down? | |
| Ah, wasn't it a strange way down? | |
| Once there was a path | |
| And a girl with chestnut hair | |
| And you passed the summers | |
| Picking all of the berries that grew there | |
| There were times she was a woman | |
| Oh, there were times she was just a child | |
| And you held her in the shadows | |
| Where the raspberries grow wild | |
| And you climbed the twilight mountains | |
| And you sang about the view | |
| And everywhere that you wandered | |
| Love seemed to go along with you | |
| That's a hard one to remember | |
| Yes, it makes you clench your fist | |
| And then the veins stand out like highways | |
| All along your wrist | |
| And yes, it's come to this | |
| It's come to this | |
| And wasn't it a long way down? | |
| Wasn't it a strange way down? | |
| You can still find a job | |
| Go out and talk to a friend | |
| On the back of every magazine | |
| There are those coupons you can send | |
| Why don't you join the | |
| Rosicrucians? | |
| They will give you back your hope | |
| You can find your love with diagrams | |
| On a plain, brown envelope | |
| But you've used up all your coupons | |
| Except the one that seems | |
| To be written on your wrist | |
| Along with several thousand dreams | |
| Now, Santa | |
| Claus comes forward | |
| That's a razor in his mitt | |
| And he puts on his dark glasses | |
| And he shows you where to hit | |
| And then the cameras pan | |
| The stand in stunt man | |
| Dress rehearsal rag | |
| It's just the dress rehearsal rag | |
| You know this dress rehearsal rag | |
| It's just a dress rehearsal rag |
| zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen | |
| zuò cí : Leonard Cohen | |
| Four o' clock in the afternoon | |
| And I didn' t feel like very much | |
| I said to myself, " Where are you, Golden BoyWhere' s your famous golden touch?" | |
| I thought you knew where | |
| All of the elephants lie down | |
| I thought you were the crown prince | |
| Of all the wheels in ivory town | |
| Just take a look at your body now | |
| There' s nothing much to save | |
| And a bitter voice in the mirror cries" Hey, Prince, you need a shave" | |
| Now, if you can manage to get | |
| Your trembling fingers to behave | |
| Why don' t you try unwrapping | |
| A stainless steel razor blade? | |
| That' s right, it' s come to this | |
| Yes, it' s come to this | |
| And wasn' t it a long way down? | |
| Wasn' t it a strange way down? | |
| There' s no hot water | |
| And the cold is running thin | |
| Well, what do you expect from | |
| The kind of places you' ve been living in? | |
| Don' t drink from that cup | |
| It' s all caked and cracked along the rim | |
| That' s not the electric light, my friend | |
| That is your vision growing dim | |
| Cover up your face with soap, there | |
| Now, you' re | |
| Santa Claus | |
| And you' ve got a gift for anyone | |
| Who will give you his applause | |
| I thought you were a racing man | |
| Ah, but you couldn' t take the pace | |
| That' s a funeral in the mirror | |
| And it' s stopping at your face | |
| That' s right, it' s come to this | |
| Yes, it' s come to this | |
| And wasn' t it a long way down? | |
| Ah, wasn' t it a strange way down? | |
| Once there was a path | |
| And a girl with chestnut hair | |
| And you passed the summers | |
| Picking all of the berries that grew there | |
| There were times she was a woman | |
| Oh, there were times she was just a child | |
| And you held her in the shadows | |
| Where the raspberries grow wild | |
| And you climbed the twilight mountains | |
| And you sang about the view | |
| And everywhere that you wandered | |
| Love seemed to go along with you | |
| That' s a hard one to remember | |
| Yes, it makes you clench your fist | |
| And then the veins stand out like highways | |
| All along your wrist | |
| And yes, it' s come to this | |
| It' s come to this | |
| And wasn' t it a long way down? | |
| Wasn' t it a strange way down? | |
| You can still find a job | |
| Go out and talk to a friend | |
| On the back of every magazine | |
| There are those coupons you can send | |
| Why don' t you join the | |
| Rosicrucians? | |
| They will give you back your hope | |
| You can find your love with diagrams | |
| On a plain, brown envelope | |
| But you' ve used up all your coupons | |
| Except the one that seems | |
| To be written on your wrist | |
| Along with several thousand dreams | |
| Now, Santa | |
| Claus comes forward | |
| That' s a razor in his mitt | |
| And he puts on his dark glasses | |
| And he shows you where to hit | |
| And then the cameras pan | |
| The stand in stunt man | |
| Dress rehearsal rag | |
| It' s just the dress rehearsal rag | |
| You know this dress rehearsal rag | |
| It' s just a dress rehearsal rag |