Текст песни Cohen Leonard - Wishing Window
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(Written By Cohen, Performed In "Night Magic")(Angels) Come, sleeper to the window, do you knowUs know? Have we changed? Have you seen us hereBefore? Do you remember long agoYou summoned us across the high frontierOf sleep, and bid us urgently appear.You called, we came, we waited every night,Like crystals in solution coming clear,Until your dream was sharp enough and brightTo waken you with stabs of appetite.(Michael) Is this the moment in my story whenThe messengers of destiny prepareThe usual historic specimen,Some lonely little hero starving there,And feed him with the fruits of solitaire?Is this my miracle of bread and fishes?This the mystery of answered prayer?Is this my table laid with golden dishes?(Angels) Let us not say prayer, let`s just say wishes.Don`t stand there dreaming, let us in,It wasn`t all that easy getting here. We hadTo metamorphosize at least a hundredThousand times through all the dreary realms ofSense, just to get us from the astral, toThe mental, to the solid and the dense.And that`s not counting countless times we spentManifesting aimlessly asElements of chaos in the undifferentiatedAnti-universe beforeWe even had a chance to be unbornAs shadowy particals in streams of light --Now hurry up, we haven`t got all night!(Michael) What am I supposed to do?(Angels) Ask for something.(Michael) I can`t think.(Angels) Come on darling.(Michael) Help me!(Angels) You can ask for peace on earth. There`s a fewThat do. Or you can ask for peace of mind.It`s very rare but we`ve had one or two.Or ask that human suffering unwindAnd justify itself by what`s behind.Too abstract -- somewhat off the beaten track.We`d like to have this contract sealed and signed.Then we must get back -- ask for what you lackAnd we will leave you, sweet insomniac.(Michael) Well could I have someone to love?(Angels) You can(Michael) Can I send her away?(Angels) We have written it down.(Michael) Then could I call her back again?(Angels) You certainly can, you merry-go-man.(Michael) Could I write whatever`s in my heart?(Angels) It`s on your desk, the writer`s mighty pen.(Michael) And could I sing whatever`s in my heart?(Angels) Just close your eyes and keep your lips apart.(Michael) I could have my heart`s desire whenAnd where and how my heart desires it?And could I bring the whole world to my heart?(Angels) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart againSo boring. Everyone`s like everyoneYour famous heart is like an onion,All layers and layers of wild distressAll gathered into rings round nothingness.(Michael) But can I have it, can I have it?(Angels) Yes!(Michael) If woman, heart and song are mineThe rest will come, where do I sign?(Troupe) But could he write whatever`s in his heart?(Angels) It`s on his desk, the writer`s mighty pen.(Troupe) And could he sing whatever`s in his heart?(Angels) He`ll close his eyes and keep his lips apart(Everyone) And could he have his heart`s desire whenAnd where and how his heart desires it?(Michael) And could I bring the whole world to my heart?(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart againSo boring. Everyone`s like everyoneYour famous heart is like an onion,All layers and layers of wild distressAll gathered into rings round nothingness.(Michael) But can I have it?(Troupe) Can he have it?(Angels) Yes!(Michael) Can I have it?(Troupe) Can he have it?(Everyone) Yes!(Angels) The night is ending, we have many dutiesStill, much gold and silver light to spillOn anxious girls and frightened boys like you,All brooding deeply on some window sill.But one condition there remains to fill.One term before the heart begins to playWith other hearts the music of its will.(Michael) If I don`t agree?(Angels) Still you have to payThe ordinary price that humans pay...With suff`ring, joy, redemption, and decay!(Michael) All my heart`s desire ... let`s keep the partabout joy.(Angels) It`s a package.(Michael) ...Suffering, redemption, and decay!(Angels) It`s a bitch.(Michael) I have to get some sleep, I`m openingtomorrow night.(Angels) Then you agree?(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.(Angels) ...Do you remember long agoYou summoned us across the high frontierOf sleep and bid us urgently appear.