Tuesday, April 01, 2008

YOUR BODY'S REALLY YOU

'its comin' from the feel that it ain't exactly real, or its real but ain't exactly there"

I never would have figured her for a Leonard Cohen girl. She is hard as bricks and tough as nails and stubborn like those Garbage bags that "time will not decay" but we stumbled across this song and she was hooked. Now that I think about it I should have known cuz she has a really nasty little sense of humor....



CLOSING TIME
l. cohen

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


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
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 TIMET

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

4 comments:

Old Lady said...

Interesting concept, Your Body's Really You. I have been pondering that for awile.

steve said...

I really like that line a lot...it explains sooo much!

Mike said...

Ah, Cohen. Have you seen him singing "Tower of Song" with U2? It gave my kids a new respect for him, something he deserved all along. What's with the latest gen?

steve said...

my daughter considers him very interesting, but I don't think she has caught up with him yet....


Haven't seen the video, but I can imagine Bono 'Aching in all the places he used to play" allright.