Famous Blue Raincoat - Leonard Cohen

It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street, all through the evening I hear that you're building your little house Deep in the desert You're living for nothing now I hope you're keeping some kind of record Yes and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? The last time we saw you You looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat, was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station, to meet every train You came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman To a flake of your life And when she came back She was nobody's wife Well, I see you There with a rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see, Jane's awake She sends her regards And what can I tell you? My brother, my killer? What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you I guess I forgive you I'm glad you stood in my way If you ever come by here For Jane or for me While, your enemy is sleeping And his woman is free Yes, and thanks For the trouble you took From her eyes I thought it was there for good So I never tried And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear?

I hope no one discovers you Hope no one sees her I hope no one falls in love with you I've got my reasons 'Cause if they knew what I know then I know I wouldn't stand a chance There's no way you would go for a man like me if you had options Even though the world was meant for you I hope you don't get famous 'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah Hope you don't get famous Stay home with me Stay home with me I'll always love ya, I'll always Hope you don't get Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous Yeah Baby live your life, just how you are Shining star Hope you never get famous Fly low with the angel I said "fake it 'till you make it" I guess you fake when you make it I told you "stick to the basics" But the empire started from the basement If you tryna fix a glass that's broken You know it might cut ya Never want to see you with another man Truth might eat you if your mama know When they get too close for playing Need your huggin' Because nobody gon' love you like I do Even though the world was meant for you I hope you don't get famous 'Cause everyone would love you but won't love you like the way I do, oh nah Hope you don't get famous Stay home with me Stay home with me I'll always love ya, I'll always Hope you don't get Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous All day long I stand by you Right or wrong I stand by you Keep me strong, oh girl it's true Keep me strong, oh girl it's true Even though the world was meant for you I hope you don't get famous 'Cause everyone will love you but won't love you like I do, oh nah Hope you don't get famous Stay home with me Stay home with me I'll always love ya, I'll always Hope you don't get Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous Hope you don't get famous

You know what I'm sayin' I just, that's just how I like to do it, know what I'm sayin' (Dexter) My real name is Dexter, haha I got a lot of more diamonds too I just got new diamonds by the way Uh, woah Dexter, huh Uh, yeah, uh what Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (Where your man?) I just popped a xan, 50 thousand in Japan (50 thousand in Japan) You know what I'm sayin' I ain't doin' no playin', you dig (Dexter) Dexter (Dexter) Ooh, huh, wait, what (Uh, yeah, what) Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (Where your man) I just popped a xan, 50 thousand in Japan (50 thousand in Japan) I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans And she tellin' all her friends I might put 'em on the 'Gram, aye (Yeah, Dexter) Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (Where your man) I just popped a xan, 50 thousand in Japan (50 thousand in Japan) I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans And she tellin' all her friends (Dexter) I might put 'em on the 'Gram, aye (Yeah, Dexter) Baby girl, what you doing, what's your name? (Baby girl, what) I ain't playin' no games, see these diamonds in my chain Smokin' Mary Jane, yeah, I took it to the brain And she fuckin' for the fame, so I fuck her in my Range, ooh (Skr, skr) Get that money to the top, never stop, ooh (Dexter) Mixin' red with Wock, used to sell that boy rerock, ooh (Yeah, Dexter) But I'm the man, Cuban diamonds dance Had to fuck her friend, I might put it on the 'Gram Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (Where your man?) I just popped a xan, 50 thousand in Japan (50 thousand in Japan) I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans And she tellin' all her friends I might put 'em on the Gram, aye (Yeah, Dexter) Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (Where your man?) I just popped a xan, 50 thousand in Japan (50 thousand in Japan) I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans And she tellin' all her friends I might put 'em on the Gram (Uh, yeah, Dexter, yeah what) Baby, wait (Huh), hop up in this race (Skr) No, this not a date, this a cruise, but don't debate, wait (Baby) It's gettin' late (Huh), think it's past 8 (What) Took her to my place, baby ate me like some cake, wait (Huh) Call Jake (Jake), think I need an eighth (I think I need a eighth) Dopey to the face, fuck, I need to take a break, wait (What) Don't be cool, money stupid blue (What) Boyfriend is a fool, I'm tryna make you comfortable Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (Where your man?) I just popped a xan, 50 thousand in Japan (50 thousand in Japan) I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans And she tellin' all her friends I might put 'em on the Gram, aye (Yeah, Dexter) Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (Where your man?) I just popped a xan, 50 thousand in Japan (50 thousand in Japan) I ain't doin' no playin', these red bottoms, not no Vans And she tellin' all her friends I might put 'em on the Gram (Uh, yeah, Dexter)

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour