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Side A

The angel's wings are soiled and broken
And in their dogma they are chokin'
A child dies in Burmese war games
Religion dies in Western insane
A Muslim fights a Jew vice-versa
Elected clown lies to your daughter
Money now accepted godhead
And Moses cries they've lost him instead

And why do we think we know?
And who really runs the show?
Ancient wisdom running high, running dry
You got to hear it in all its raw, to the core

Science knows it has no mystic
Journalist a phoney, shattered critic
Television fills up your mind
Message designed to make you blind
We fuck around, we fuck for pleasure
Diseases strike to foil our leisure
Cops on the take, they build a big casino
Kid on the street, his smack his only ego

And why do we think we know?
Who really runs the show?
Ancient wisdom caught inside, nowhere to hide
Listen closely brother now, it's coming around

Walk the moon and conquer atoms
Still millions die by violent batons
Sun sinks into a background of fuzz
Wounded people is all that I found
Kill your pain at that stylish nightclub
Go to sleep with your pills and your night rub
Earn your dollar it's all that matters
Bash your wife, leave her in tatters

And why do we think we know?
And who really runs the show?
Ancient wisdom whispers to me
Listen closely, and maybe we'll see

I said listen closely and maybe we'll see


Side B

There was a time
Long before
I wrote this song
Through a different door
I used to live
Up on that hill
Oh I belonged
It was such a thrill
I had a girl
A home, a dog
Some crazy dream
Calling through the fog
It wouldn't fade
It wouldn't clear
I had to leave
Sorry my dear

And now my memories turn over
And now my future not so sure
This borrowed love deep inside of me
I can't use it anymore

I travelled far
Through stranger's lands
Seen Israel's Zion
The holy temple's sands
Seen London's gardens
Seen the Eiffel tower
In the home of Kafka
He still fights the power
I came home soon
My dreams confirmed
I asked my Woman
She said ain't no terms

And now my memories turn over
Now my future not so sure
This borrowed love deep inside of me
I don't need you anymore

I landed in nowhere
Lived here ever since
Each move so painful
But to you I won't wince
Hey mother and father
I'm not your little boy
Hey Ronald McDonald
You're such a fucked up toy
I float on the outside
Dream is coming soon
When my head gets straightened
Will come my wedding tune
I'll sing my song
I'll sing it brave
Sing from my heart deep down
It'll be some parade

Because now my memories turn over
Oh now my future is so sure
This borrowed love buried deep inside of me
Oh I don't need you anymore
And now memories turn over
And now my future looking good
This borrowed love buried deep inside of me
I won't have to use it anymore


Both songs written in 13,700,000,010 (1996)

In peace
Adam

Greetings Adam and well met,

Not sure what time it is in your part of the world but it is early here so I shall do my best to voice my appreciation without derision, of your work.

I like your piece a great deal, it has a beat which is encouraging, as most of my stuff does so too! I love your grasp of the times and the fear that eminates down to the man on the street, it's earthy and real.

Ancient wisdom has gone to the core, this part causes me some perplexity, as I can only see it as pointless there; all ancient wisdom was born upon what skeptics now call "the crust".

The crust will always be the reflection of what we all hold in our heart as beauty, wisdom and life; as for the dollar, more eyes are watching that with care than with greed, but thats a big head count.

Peace and hope,
James.

P.S. Just remembered this is Leondard Cohen website! HaHa, plus glad to see language is allowed, wasn't sure. Thanks again for sharing!

Did you add an extra side to your portion? Or did i just read half and forget the rest, both are extremely possibly - its windy here. Hope you are doing ok old man.
Cheers.
Not JC, Jiminy Cricket, but man I can't even remember which show he came from...
James.

Yeah Jiminy, I added an extra side. Now it's like an old record single with a song on each side. Thanks for taking interest in my work mate

I think he was the cricket in the tale of Pinocchio - hope that's how you spell it

Take care
Adam

Good to hear your complaints again Adam. I was missing you!

I really like these lines below,

I landed in nowhere
Lived here ever since

Where have you been?
Regards, Mat.

I've been at lunch, Jamesy. Now I'm padded up and walking to the crease. I'm opening. We have a big target. I can't imagine what the first ball will be like. Or my innings. Only one innings in this match.

The keeper