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THE FUTURE
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di [Leonard_Cohen ]

2002-11-25  | [Questo testo si dovrebbe leggere in romana]    |  Inserito da Mihaela Goga



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 a murder.

Things are going to slide in all directions
Won’t be nothing
Nothing you can measure any more
The blizzard of the world
Has crosses the threshold
And it has overturned
The order of the soul
When they said REPENT
I wander 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 in all directions

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 se your woman
Hanging upside down
Her features covered by her fallen gown
And the lousy little poets
Coming round
Trying to sound like Charlie Manson

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

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