Leonard Cohen - Dress Rehearsal Rag download song

Song Lyrics

It s just a dress rehearsal rag, you know this dress rehearsal rag, and then the cameras pan
your trembling fingers to behave
where the raspberries grow wild
Yes it s come to this, and wasn t it a long way down
i thought you were the crown prince
And then the cameras pan, that s a razor in his mit, now if you can manage to get

And he shows you where to hit, all along your wrist, once there was a path
And it s stopping at your face, that is your vision growing dim Rehearsal, why don t you try unwrapping
Now you re santa claus, and he shows you where to hit
To be written on your wrist, wasn t it a strange way down
Who will give you his applause, i thought you knew where
that is your vision growing dim

on a plain brown envelope
That s a razor in his mit, and wasn t it a long way down
and he shows you where to hit
I thought you were the crown prince, now you re santa claus, don t drink from that cup
why don t you join the rosicrucians
You know this dress rehearsal rag, that is your vision growing dim Leonard, now if you can manage to get

your trembling fingers to behave
There were times she was a woman, that is your vision growing dim
It s come to this, and he shows you where to hit, where is your famous golden touch
Where are you golden boy, yes it s come to this Cohen, on the back of every magazine
Go out and talk to a friend, there were times she was a woman
And a girl with chestnut hair, a stainless steel razor blade, along with several thousand dreams

It s just the dress rehearsal rag, on a plain brown envelope, once there was a path
And you passed the summers, and you held her in the shadows Dress, picking all of the berries that grew there
I said to myself, now santa claus comes forward
the stand in stunt man
That s a funeral in the mirror, why don t you join the rosicrucians Rehearsal, just take a look at your body now
you can find your love with diagrams

They can give you back your hope, and wasn t it a long way down
And you climbed the twilight mountains, that s a razor in his mit
And you passed the summers, and it s stopping at your face
your trembling fingers to behave
Wasn t it a strange way down, you know this dress rehearsal rag, and you sang about the view
But you couldn t take the pace, you know this dress rehearsal rag

Yes it s come to this, and wasn t it a long way down