[ti:Field Commander Cohen (Live at Denver Soundcheck, 2012)]
[ar:Leonard Cohen]
[al:]
[00:10.38]Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
[00:19.71]Wounded in the line of duty,
[00:24.72]parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties,
[00:34.17]urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
[00:42.81]Leave it all and like a man,
[00:48.65]come back to nothing special,
[00:51.33]such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
[00:56.48]silver bullet suicides,
[01:00.06]and messianic ocean tides,
[01:03.49]and racial roller-coaster rides
[01:06.56]and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.
[01:21.67]I know you need your sleep now,
[01:25.17]I know your life's been hard.
[01:30.92]But many men are falling,
[01:34.15]where you promised to stand guard.
[01:42.34]I never asked but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
[01:53.17]But then I overheard your prayer,
[01:57.90]that you be this and nothing more
[02:01.78]than just some grateful faithful woman's favourite singing millionaire,
[02:11.21]the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair,
[02:21.10]working for the Yankee Dollar.
[02:56.30]I know you need your sleep now ...
[02:59.79]I know your life's been hard.
[03:05.17]But many men are falling,
[03:08.80]where you promised to stand guard.
[03:14.94]Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
[03:25.72]and be your sweetest self awhile until I ask for more, my child.
[03:30.62]Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come
[03:36.23]till every taste is on the tongue,
[03:44.13]till love is pierced and love is hung,
[03:49.37]and every kind of freedom done, then oh,
[04:00.32]oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,
[04:12.74]oh my love, oh my love, oh my love.