Music by ? ?. Produced by chris thomas. Recorded 1969 at emi studios, abbey road. Never released (the bread and beer band). . [instrumental]. . Related.
I knew from the first night I met you. Something just wasn't quite right. Looked like an innocent stranger. But something was just out of sight. . How could I know that you would use me.
He was a light star. Tripping on a high wire. Bulldog stubborn, born uneven. A classless creature, a man for all seasons. But don't bet them. They can't take him.
I can see by your eyes you must be lying. When you think I don't have a clue.. Baby you're crazy. If you think that you can fool me,. Because I've seen that movie too..
Tune in, wouldn't it be something. Rumors spreading into panic. I've seen movements in the clearing. Someone sent you something satanic. . I have to leave you, radar's calling.
I've Got 2 Wings. I am the elder Utah Smith. I've got two wings to fly. They may be made of paper. They may never reach the sky. But I believe in mercy.
I didn't mean to hurt you. You know, it's just my way. Those things that I said yesterday. Were things I shouldn't say. . Although you're blue. Just one thing I want you to do.
Pull the string and I'll wink at you, I'm your puppet. I'll do funny things if you want me to, I'm your puppet. . I'll be yours to have and to hold. Darling you've got full control of your puppet.
You could never know what it's like. Your blood like winter freezes just like ice. And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you. You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use.
Written by Leonard Cohen. . If you want a lover. I'll do anything you ask me to. And if you want another kind of love. I'll wear a mask for you. If you want a partner, hold my hand.
Well, there's slim times when my words won't rhyme. And the hills I face are a long hard climb. I just sit cross-legged with my old guitar. It kind of makes me feel like a rock and roll star.
I want love, but it's impossible. A man like me, so irresponsible. A man like me is dead in places. Other men feel liberated. I can't love, shot full of holes.
I want love, but it's impossible. A man like me, so irresponsible. A man like me is dead in places. Other men feel liberated. I can't love, shot full of holes.
I'm getting bored. Being part of mankind. There's not a lot to do no more. This race is a waste of time. . People rushing everywhere. Swarming 'round like flies.
In the nicotine glare of a cold naked light. I drag my body from the covers and down forty flights. I run out the front door into the center of the street.
In the nicotine glare of a cold naked light. I drag my body from the covers and down forty flights. I run out the front door into the center of the street.
We are still all right. We took it on the chin. But in the thirteenth hour. No one ever wins. But we're strong enough. Like traffic all tied up. And when the static clears.
Are you standing outside?. Looking up at the sky. Cursing a wondering star. Well If I were you. I'd throw rocks at the moon. I'd say damn you wherever you are.
Well she swept through the church. Like a sweet Sunday prayer. While the choir sang son of Heaven. And the groom just walked on air. . I was killing time with Jesus.
Well, she was just seventeen. And you know what I mean. And the way she looked was way beyond compare. How could I dance with another. When I saw her standin' there.