คอร์ด เนื้อเพลง Master Leonard Cohen Chordza
I believe that you heard your master sing when I was sick in bed.
I suppose that he told you everything that I keep locked away in my head.
Your master took you travelling, well at least that's what you said.
And now do you come back to bring your prisoner wine and bread?
You met him at some temple, where they take your clothes at the door.
He was just a numberless man in a chair who'd just come back from the war.
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair and he hands you the apple core.
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare of all the kisses we put on some time before
And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk with a collar of leather and nails,
and he never once made you explain or talk about all of the little details,
such as who had a word and who had a rock, and who had you through the mails.
Now your love is a secret all over the block, and it never stops not even when your master fails.
And he took you up in his aeroplane, which he flew without any hands,
and you cruised above the ribbons of rain that drove the crowd from the stands.
Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane and, an ape with angel glands,
erased the final wisps of pain with the music of rubber bands.
I suppose that he told you everything that I keep locked away in my head.
Your master took you travelling, well at least that's what you said.
And now do you come back to bring your prisoner wine and bread?
You met him at some temple, where they take your clothes at the door.
He was just a numberless man in a chair who'd just come back from the war.
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair and he hands you the apple core.
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare of all the kisses we put on some time before
And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk with a collar of leather and nails,
and he never once made you explain or talk about all of the little details,
such as who had a word and who had a rock, and who had you through the mails.
Now your love is a secret all over the block, and it never stops not even when your master fails.
And he took you up in his aeroplane, which he flew without any hands,
and you cruised above the ribbons of rain that drove the crowd from the stands.
Then he killed the lights in a lonely Lane and, an ape with angel glands,
erased the final wisps of pain with the music of rubber bands.