| Topic: |
Sociology > Depression |
| User: |
"alvintchase" |
| Date: |
03 Dec 2003 06:25:58 PM |
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Lyrics:Dress Rehearsal Rag |
4:00 in the afternoon and I didn't feel like very much
I said to myself,"where are you golden boy
where's your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where all the elephants lie down
I thought you were the crown prince of all the wheels in Ivory town
just take a look at your body now
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,"Hey prince you need a shave"
now if you can manage to get your trembling fingers to behave
why don't you try unwrapping a stainless steel razer blade
that's right it's come to this,yes it's come to this
and wasn't it a long way down?
and wasn't it a strange way down?
there's no hot water and the coal is running thin
well what do you expect from the kiond of places you've been living in?
don't drink from that cup it's all caked and cracked along the rim
that's not the electric light my friend
that is your vision growing dim
cover up your face with soap
there now your santa clause
and you've got a gift for anyone who will give you his applause
I thought you were racing man but you couldn't take the pace
that's a funural in the mirror and it's stopping at your face
that's right it's come to this
yes it's come to this
and wasn't it a long way down?
and wasn't it a strange way down?
once there was a path and a girl with chestnut hair
and you passed the summer picking all the berries that grew there
there were times she was a woman
there were times she was just a child
and you held her in the shadows where the rasberries grow wild
and you climb the twilight mountain and you sang about the view
and everywhere that you wandered love seemed to go along with you
that's a hard one to remember yes it makes you clench your fist
and then the vains stand out like highways all along your wrist
and yes it's come to this
yes it's come to this
and wasn't it a long way down?
and wasn't it a strange way down?
you can still find a job
go out and talk to a friend
on the back of every magazine there are those coupons you can send
why don't you join the rosecrutions they will give you back your hope
you can find your love with diagrams on a plain brown envelope
but you've used up all your coupons except the one that seems
to be written on your wrist along with several thousand dreams
now santa clause comes foward there's a razer in his mitt
and he puts on his dark glasses and he shows you where to hit
and then the cameras pan the standin stuntman
dress rehearsal rag
it's just a dress rehearsal rag
you know this dress rehearsal rag
it's just a dress rehearsal rag
-Leonard Cohen
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