Leonard Cohen... Songs of the Road
Iím trapped in this body that drips with shame.
My pleas for help go unanswered.
I search my heart and hear the sounds
of ďyou can do it and go for itĒ. I resolve
to do and go, but I donít know what or where.
Bird on the Wire
I wander the alleys and doorways
looking for a place of comfort.
Iíve tried the real world, been rejected
so often that I no longer belong. So I sit
and observe, pno longer an eager participant.
There was sex and success and that
led to love or what we thought was love.
But we grew apart, our paths seldom crossed,
and what we thought was love faded
with the beauty of our youth. Adios...
Heart with no Compassion
For the heart thatís broken and bleeds regret,
for all whoíve lost, whoíve missed or cried,
my heart aches and sobs along with you.
Some ignore your pleas for help, so self absorbed!
I hear you, but, i to am lost and canít help.
That donít make it Junk
I live inside a bottle, and reality is a blur.
I drink to see more clearly but nothing becomes clear.
Iím just a drunk who sold all that he holds dear.
That donít mean that I donít care.
I just canít play the role you wrote for me.
Waiting for the Miracle
Time keeps on passing, Iím waiting just for you.
Life is strange with problems old and new.
I hope you will hear my cries of love for us.
Iím not sure how I can go on alone..
I need that miracle of togetherness.
Iím buried with life and can no longer breath.
I need to be rescued from this feeling of loss.
I need to be saved from the passion of my mind.
Canít someone see my crisis and lend a helping hand?
Iíll slip below the surface and be gone forever.
You draw me in like a moth to the flame.
Your glow lights my day and fills my soul.
What you offer transcends the gifts of this world.
Iím taken to a different place when Iím with you.
Cover me with your aura and peace will come to me.
Iím in search of freedom and I am not alone.
We have surrendered everything to achieve our goal.
People have died in the winds of change but
we will prevail. Our efforts are not in vain.
Much to do before lying down to sleep in peace,
Famous Blue Raincoat
I live my life with just a souvenir of you.
My lady has your aura and feeds me every day.
Will you ever find peace? Will you ever fix the rips?
Where you live is desert but I wonder what kind.
I hope the oasis is what you are looking for.
Hallelujah ( one of the 3 top compositions ever written)
I feel the need, Iím drawn to truth but do you
have enough to share with me? Songs of old
to praise the Lord were not enough for him.
Iíve done my best to keep the faith, to give
the praise that creation and song demand.
Donít think of this place as home, itís a bar.
Last call isnít about one last whiskey.
Who will take you home? Where will you go?
There are many like you who will wander.
Did you find any answers in the bottom of that bottle?
Written by anvinvil
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