Tower Of Song

Blues type of song...

Version from the I'm your fan tribute album

TOWER OF SONG (Leonard Cohen)

Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey

I ache in the places where I used to play

And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on

I'm just paying my rent everyday

In the Tower of Song

I said to Hank Williams: How lonely does it get?

Hank Williams hasn't answered yet.

But I hear him coughing all night long

A hundred floors above me

In the Tower of Song

I was born like this, I had no choice.

I was born with the gift of a golden voice.

And twenty-seven angels from the Great beyond

They tied me to this table right here

In the Tower of Song

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll

I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all

I'm standing by the window where the light is strong

They don't let a woman kill you, not

In the Tower of Song

Now you can say that I've grown bitter, but of this you may be sure:

The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor

And there's a mighty judgment coming

But I may be wrong

You see, you hear these funny voices

In the Tower of Song

I see you standing on the other side

I don't know how the river got so wide

I loved you, baby, way back when

And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed

But I feel so close to everything that we lost

We'll never have to lose it again

I bid you farewell, I don't know when I'll be back

They're moving us tomorrow to that tower down the track

But You'll be hearing from me, baby

Long after I'm gone

I'll be speaking to you sweetly from a window

In the Tower of Song

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Francois Rousseau

Laboratoire Incognito (Computer Languages)

Universite de Montreal, Canada

E-mail: rousseaf@iro.umontreal.ca

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