Leonard Cohen

Motel room at three a.m.
If you feel His awesome anger
In your Hotel room let's say at three a.m.
It turns out that He's still very angry
That you took so long to be afraid of Him
They call me Billy Sunday
I speak in the name of God
They call me Billy Sunday
I speak in the name of God
I came here to tell you that God is always angry
Just in case you think He's not
If you fall asleep some night
Which everybody does
If you have the nerve to go to sleep one tired night
Which most everybody does
And you happen to have some silly dream
To Him it's very serious.
And if some lonely night you ask yourself
Where all the pretty girls are gone ?
Some night you're gonna ask yourself where where
Where are those pretty girls gone
Then He blows away the little scraps of paper
That they write their names and numbers on
Then you find that you get down on your knees
And you want to renounce for all time a woman's sweet caress
You have some vocation that makes you kneel down
And renounce for eternity a woman's sweet caress
Then He causes you do touch yourself
As soon as you undress
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They call me Billy Sunday
I speak in the name of God
They call me Billy Sunday
I speak in the name of God
And God is always angry
Just in case you think He's not
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Thirsty For The Kiss
early Heart With No Companion
performed in London, 1979, and Melbourne, 1980
Oh my love, you are the shadow.
I go stumbling through tonight.
And our love, just smoke and ashes
Of a flame that once burned bright.
Do not go! I cannot follow!
I'm so thirsty for the kiss.
Ah that does not end in sorrow
And a thirstiness like this.
Now I sing this for the captain
Who's ship was never built
For the mother in confusion
Who's wound cannot be fixed.
For the heart with no companion,
For the soul without a key.
For the prima ballerina,
Who cannot dance to anything.
For the heart with no companion,
For the soul without a key.
For the prima ballerina
Who cannot dance to anything.
La da dada dada dadada
Da dadada dada dadada
La da dada dada dadada
Da dadada dada dadada
Oh do not go! I cannot follow!
I'm so thirsty for the kiss.
Don't either does not end in sorrow,
And a thirsting for your kiss.
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Song of Bernadette
Written by Leonard Cohen and Jennifer Warnes
There was a child named Bernadette
I heard the story long ago
She saw the Queen of Heaven once
And kept the vision in her soul
No one believed what she had seen
No one believed what she heard
That there were sorrows to be healed
And mercy, mercy in this world
So many hearts I find
Broke like yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just want to hold you
Won't you let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do
We've been around, we fall, we fly
We mostly fall, we mostly run
And every now and then we try
To mend the damage that we've done
Tonight, tonight I cannot rest
I've got this joy inside my breast
To think that I did not forget
That child, that song of Bernadette
So many hearts I find ...
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