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From: tgtchb@tc0.chem.tue.nl (Harold "Bo" Baur) Subject: CRD: Stories of the Street - Leonard Cohen Hi there. I'm writing this from memory so I'm not 100% confident about the key this is played in on the CD (Songs of Leonard Cohen), and - in fact - I'm not completely sure about some of the chords. Stories of the Street - Leonard Cohen
The Emstories oGf the street are mineBm, the Spanish vF#moices laugh The EmCadillacsG go creepBming now through theF#m night and the poison gas, and EmI lean from my Cwindow sill inD this F#old hotel I chose, yes Bone hand on myE suicidBe, one haAnd onE theEm rose
I know you've heard it's 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 dusk, All these hunters who are shrieking now oh 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, and both the parents ask the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass And 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, we will find that farm and grow us grass and apples there and 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 slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the 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