1934 (A Song for Leonard Cohen)

歌詞

I would have been your lover Probably not more My survival skills Would have danced me to the door But for a time i'd be your muse Let me amuse you with the image I would have been your lover Probably not more My survival skills Would have danced me to the door But for a time i'd be your muse Let me amuse you with the image Up the hill in hydra Or down in greenwich village And the sun would turn me olive And i'd pose for the sleeve The cold would keep us warm Under blankets, thick as thieves Sólo es música A poor man's prose Sólo es música A rich man's woes I'd be high on hormones You'd be low on cash We'd uncork a bottle Smoke into the stash Just when i'd feel like i'd arrived You'd say you have to leave I'd be left looking at myself On your record sleeve And i'd grow jealous of olivia And of your olivetti Stop playing the artist, lenny "i tried, but he won't let me" Sólo es música A poor man's prose Sólo es música A rich man's woes I try to take it stoically We all take what we can How it feels to be the lady Of a ladies' man Head held high i walk this town I've taken what i can And i still hear you whisper to me "i'm your man" Yes i would have been your lover No i wouldn't ask for more It's just shame that you were born In 1934 Sólo es música A poor man's prose Sólo es música Just a rich man's woes Up the hill in hydra Or down in greenwich village And the sun would turn me olive And i'd pose for the sleeve The cold would keep us warm Under blankets, thick as thieves Sólo es música A poor man's prose Sólo es música A rich man's woes I'd be high on hormones You'd be low on cash We'd uncork a bottle Smoke into the stash Just when i'd feel like i'd arrived You'd say you have to leave I'd be left looking at myself On your record sleeve And i'd grow jealous of olivia And of your olivetti Stop playing the artist, lenny "i tried, but he won't let me" Sólo es música A poor man's prose Sólo es música A rich man's woes I try to take it stoically We all take what we can How it feels to be the lady Of a ladies' man Head held high i walk this town I've taken what i can And i still hear you whisper to me "i'm your man" Yes i would have been your lover No i wouldn't ask for more It's just shame that you were born In 1934 Sólo es música A poor man's prose Sólo es música Just a rich man's woes