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Leonard Cohen

Parasites of Heaven

Copyright © 1966 by
Leonard Cohen


So you're the kind of vegetarian O God as I called you before
It's not so hard to say goodbye Here was the Harbour, crowded with white ships...
The nightmares do not suddenly He was lame
A cross didn't fall on me I am too loud when you are gone
In the Bible generations pass... You know where I have been
Ah, what were the names I gave you Somewhere in my trophy room...
One night I burned the house I loved I guess it's time to say goodbye...
Give me dog, dogs, wolves, to serve, praise, kneel For a long while I have been watching the city
You know there was honey in my system I was standing on the stairs
Nothing has been broken Snow is falling
Here we are at the window Here was the Market...
When I paid the sun to run I am anointed with directions
O love intrude into this strangerhood I met a woman long ago
Clean as the grass from which You are the Model
Terribly awake I wait I've seen some lonely history
I wonder if my brother will ever read this No disease or age makes the flesh unwind
I see you on a Greek mattress These notebooks, these notebooks
Suzanne wears a leather coat Created fires I cannot love
Desperate sexual admirals Claim me, blood, if you have a story
Nancy lies in London grass When a world is being born
You broke the thin highway He was beautiful when he sat alone
Two went to sleep I am a priest of God
What did I do with my breath In almond trees lemon trees
I met Doc Dog The Poker Hound Suzanne takes you down
Found once again shamelessly ignoring the swans... Give me back my fingerprints
The stars turn their noble stories Foreign God, reigning in earthly glory...
When I hear you sing This morning I was dressed by the wind
My secret fell on a language I believe you heard your master sing
A goldfish died in a cloudy bowl I stepped into an avalanche

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