Cohen, Leonard - Stories Of The Street Lyrics

It is the meaning of the this song is that which makes it so real, , so sorely missed

My favorite Leonard Cohen song! I mean, how can someone write something as dark and beautiful as this? The imagery he can put in your mind.

Awesome lyric.

There' a visually more exiting cover of this at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_yZA-C8D3Y

The stories of the street are mine,the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the 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.

Probably the most underrated song off Songs of Leonard Cohen.

I agree !!

I was just thinking that, this song is so good.. so fuck’n beautiful

"We are so small between the stars
So large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds
I try to catch your eye"

His voice got so different when he saying everybody knows I guess cause he was older so his voice changed ? I Don’t know 🤷‍♀️

I mean song

Never wrote or sung a bad song pure poetry

man, you're my inspiration. I love your voice..💙🌹

Repose en paix Mr Léonard Cohen 💔💔💔💔💔💓💓💓💓💓💓🖤🖤🖤🖤💞💞💞💞💞💞💥💥💥

Great numbers..love the words plus music.

Een dank naar de hemel voor deze zanger, 2017 als laatst werken van Leonard. dat we toch in 2018 en verder nog lang van de onvergetelijke muziek mogen genieten.

I love it leonard Cohen..Linda y armoniosa voz

ME PARECE SUBYUGANTE LA VOZ DE ESTE CANTANTE, EXCELENTE VIDEOS PUSIERON HOY 22 DE DICIEMBRE DEL 2017-SOÑADOS!

lyrics:

The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
And I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
Yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the 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.

Simply fantastic / great song :-)

I Dream of Jeanie...yes, Master....wink!