Democracy
Leonard Cohen - 《Live In London》
Its coming through a hole in the air
from those nights in Tiananmen Square
that this aint exactly real
or its real but it aint exactly there
From the wars against disorder
from the sirens night and day
from the fires of the homeless
Its coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I dont pretend to understand at all
Its coming from the silence
from the brave the bold the battered
Its coming from the sorrow in the street
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on sail on sail on sail on
Its coming to America first
the cradle of the best and of the worst
Its here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and its here they got the spiritual thirst
Its here the familys broken
and its here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
Its coming from the women and the men
O baby well be making love again
Well be going down so deep
and the mountains going to shout Amen!
Its coming like the tidal flood
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on sail on sail on sail on
Im sentimental if you know what I mean
I love the country but I cant stand the scene
And Im neither left or right
Im just staying home tonight
getting lost in that hopeless little screen
But Im stubborn as those garbage bags
Im junk but Im still holding up
this little wild bouquet: