Stories Of The Street
[00:00.00]Stories Of The Street - Leonard Cohen (莱昂纳德·科恩)
[00:04.93]The stories of the street are mine
[00:09.24]The spanish voices laugh
[00:14.30]The cadillacs go creeping down
[00:17.70]Through the night and the poison gas
[00:21.93]I lean from mu window sill
[00:26.12]In this old hotel I chose
[00:30.26]Yes one hand on my suicide
[00:34.88]And one hand on the rose
[00:48.59]I know youve heard its over now
[00:52.51]And war must surely come
[00:57.44]The cities they are broke in half
[01:00.79]And the middle men are gone
[01:05.20]But let me ask you one more time
[01:09.31]O children of the dust
[01:13.27]These hunters who are shrieking now
[01:17.81]Do they speak for us
[01:31.67]And where do all these highways go
[01:36.17]Now that we are free
[01:40.49]Why are the armies marching still
[01:44.42]That were coming home to me
[01:48.70]O lady with your legs so fine
[01:52.91]O stranger at your wheel
[01:56.67]You are locked into your suffering
[02:01.11]And your pleasures are the seal
[02:15.57]The age of lust is giving birth
[02:20.63]But both the parents ask the nurse
[02:25.33]To tell them fairy tales on
[02:28.26]Both sides of the glass
[02:33.18]Now the infant with his cord
[02:36.58]Is hauled in like a kite
[02:40.70]And one eye filled with blueprints
[02:45.34]One eye filled with night
[02:59.14]O come with me my little one
[03:03.67]And we will find that farm
[03:08.36]And grow us grass and apples there
[03:12.00]To keep all the animals warm
[03:16.22]And if by chance I wake at night
[03:20.40]And I ask you who I am
[03:24.48]O take me to the slaughter house
[03:28.71]I will wait there with the lamb
[03:42.90]With one hand on a hexagram
[03:47.27]And one hand on a girl
[03:51.19]I balance on a wishing well
[03:55.43]That all men call the world
[03:59.72]We are so small between the stars
[04:03.80]So large against the sky
[04:07.99]And lost among the subway crowds
[04:12.34]I try to catch your eye
[00:04.93]The stories of the street are mine
[00:09.24]The spanish voices laugh
[00:14.30]The cadillacs go creeping down
[00:17.70]Through the night and the poison gas
[00:21.93]I lean from mu window sill
[00:26.12]In this old hotel I chose
[00:30.26]Yes one hand on my suicide
[00:34.88]And one hand on the rose
[00:48.59]I know youve heard its over now
[00:52.51]And war must surely come
[00:57.44]The cities they are broke in half
[01:00.79]And the middle men are gone
[01:05.20]But let me ask you one more time
[01:09.31]O children of the dust
[01:13.27]These hunters who are shrieking now
[01:17.81]Do they speak for us
[01:31.67]And where do all these highways go
[01:36.17]Now that we are free
[01:40.49]Why are the armies marching still
[01:44.42]That were coming home to me
[01:48.70]O lady with your legs so fine
[01:52.91]O stranger at your wheel
[01:56.67]You are locked into your suffering
[02:01.11]And your pleasures are the seal
[02:15.57]The age of lust is giving birth
[02:20.63]But both the parents ask the nurse
[02:25.33]To tell them fairy tales on
[02:28.26]Both sides of the glass
[02:33.18]Now the infant with his cord
[02:36.58]Is hauled in like a kite
[02:40.70]And one eye filled with blueprints
[02:45.34]One eye filled with night
[02:59.14]O come with me my little one
[03:03.67]And we will find that farm
[03:08.36]And grow us grass and apples there
[03:12.00]To keep all the animals warm
[03:16.22]And if by chance I wake at night
[03:20.40]And I ask you who I am
[03:24.48]O take me to the slaughter house
[03:28.71]I will wait there with the lamb
[03:42.90]With one hand on a hexagram
[03:47.27]And one hand on a girl
[03:51.19]I balance on a wishing well
[03:55.43]That all men call the world
[03:59.72]We are so small between the stars
[04:03.80]So large against the sky
[04:07.99]And lost among the subway crowds
[04:12.34]I try to catch your eye
Stories Of The Street - Leonard Cohen (莱昂纳德·科恩)
The stories of the street are mine
The spanish voices laugh
The cadillacs go creeping down
Through the night and the poison gas
I lean from mu window sill
In this old hotel I chose
Yes one hand on my suicide
And one hand on the rose
I know youve heard its 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
O children of the dust
These hunters who are shrieking now
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
O lady with your legs so fine
O stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering
And your pleasures are the seal
The age of lust is giving birth
But both the parents ask the nurse
To tell them fairy tales on
Both sides of the glass
Now the infant with his cord
Is hauled in like a kite
And one eye filled with blueprints
One eye filled with night
O come with me my little one
And we will find that farm
And grow us grass and apples there
To keep all the animals warm
And if by chance I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
O take me to the slaughter house
I will wait there with the lamb
With one hand on a hexagram
And one hand on a 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
The stories of the street are mine
The spanish voices laugh
The cadillacs go creeping down
Through the night and the poison gas
I lean from mu window sill
In this old hotel I chose
Yes one hand on my suicide
And one hand on the rose
I know youve heard its 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
O children of the dust
These hunters who are shrieking now
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
O lady with your legs so fine
O stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering
And your pleasures are the seal
The age of lust is giving birth
But both the parents ask the nurse
To tell them fairy tales on
Both sides of the glass
Now the infant with his cord
Is hauled in like a kite
And one eye filled with blueprints
One eye filled with night
O come with me my little one
And we will find that farm
And grow us grass and apples there
To keep all the animals warm
And if by chance I wake at night
And I ask you who I am
O take me to the slaughter house
I will wait there with the lamb
With one hand on a hexagram
And one hand on a 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
