That Don’t Make It Junk

Lenord Cohen - Chelsea Hotel No2

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

you were talking so brave and so sweet

giving me head on the unmade bed

while the limousines wait in the street

Those were the reasons and that was New York

we were running for the money and the flesh

And that was called love for the workers in song

probably still is for those of them left

Ah but you got away didn't you babe

you just turned your back on the crowd

you got away I never once heard you say

I need you I don't need you

I need you I don't need you

and all of that jiving around

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

you were famous your heart was a legend

You told me again you preferred handsome men

but for me you would make an exception

And clenching your fist for the ones like us

who are oppressed by the figures of beauty

you fixed yourself you said

"Well never mind we are ugly but we have the music"

Ah but you got away didn't you babe

you just turned your back on the crowd

you got away I never once heard you say

I need you I don't need you

I need you I don't need you

and all of that jiving around

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best

I can't keep track of each fallen robin

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

that's all I don't even think of you that often

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"That Don't Make It Junk"

maryzhao

I fought against the bottle

But I had to do it drunk

Took my diamond to the pawnshop But that dont make it junk

I know that Im forgiven

But I dont know how I know

I dont trust my inner feelings Inner feelings come and go

How come you called me here tonight?

How come you bother

With my heart at all?

You raise me up in grace

Then you put me in a place

Where I must fall

Too late to fix another drink

The lights are going out Il listen to the darkness sing

I know what that s about

I tried to love you my way

But I couldn't make it hold

So I closed the Book of Longing

And I do what I am told

How come you called me here tonight?

How come you bother with my heart at all?

You raise me up in grace

Then you put me in a place

Where I must fall

I fought against the bottle

But I had to do it drunk

Took my diamond to the pawnshop

But that dont make it junk