Текст песни Field Commander Cohen - Live - Leonard Cohen

Field Commander Cohen
He was our most important spy
Wounded in the line of duty
Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties
Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles

Leave it all and like a man
Ah, come back to nothing special
Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines
And silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides
And racial roller coaster rides
And other forms of boredom, advertised as poetry

I know you need your sleep now
I know your life′s been hard
But many men have fallen
Where you promised to stand guard

I never asked but I heard
That you cast your lot along with the poor
How come I overheard your prayer?
That you be this and nothing more

Than a, just some grateful faithful woman's
Favorite singing millionaire
The patron Saint of Envy and the Grocer of Despair
Workin′ for the Yankee dollar

Drinkin' Roman Coca-Cola
Go down, point to mama
Both mother and daughter
Workin' for the Yankee dollar

I know you need your sleep now
I know your life′s been hard
But many men have fallen
Where you promised to stand guard

Oh, lover come and lie with me
If my lover is who you really are
And be your sweetest self awhile
Until I ask for more, my child

Then let your other selves be wrong, yeah
Let them manifest and come
′Til love is pierced and love is hung
And every taste is on the tongue
And every kind of freedom done

Then oh, my love, oh-oh, my love
Oh, my love, oh, my love