Leonard Cohen - Death Of A Ladies' Man Lyrics
The man she wanted all her life was hanging by a threadi never even knew how much I wanted you, she saidHis muscles, they were numbered, and his style was obsoleteoh bay, I have come too late.She knelt beside his feetIll never see a face like yours in years of men to comeIll never see such arms again in wrestling or love.And all his virtues burning in the smokey holocaustShe took unto herself most everything her lover lostNow the master of this landscape, he was standing at the viewWith a sparrow of st. francis that he was preaching toShe beckoned to the sentry of his high religious moodShe said, Ill make a place between my legs, Ill teach you solitude.He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored roomHe promiised her protection for the issue of her wombShe moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoonShe stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moonShe took his much admired oriental frame of mindAnd the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behindShe took his blonde madonna and his monastery winethis mental space is occupied and everything is mine.He tried to make a final stand beside the railway trackShe said, the art of longings over and its never coming back.She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his *****y danceShe mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustacheThe last time that I saw him he was trying hard to getA womans education, but hes not a woman yetAnd the last time that I saw her she was living with a boyWho gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joySo the great affair is over, but whoever would have guessedIt would leave us all so vacant and so deeply unimpressedIts like our visit to the moon or to that other starI guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far
