Текст песни Cohen, Leonard - Field Commander Cohen

From: T Dymarz 
Subject: CRD:c/cohen_leonard/field_commander_cohen.crd

tabbed by Tullia Dymarz tdymarz@gpu.srv.ualberta.ca

Instructions: CAPO 5
strum each of the x's
(*) indicates the chord should be played in this manner:

Field Commander Cohen - New Skin for the Old Ceremony

 x x x x x x x

 x        x  x   x      x  x   x       x x  x     x x x
  Field Commander Cohen, he was our most important spy.
 x       x  x   x    x  x x
  Wounded in the line of duty,
 x   x  x    x x  x x    x    x x     x    x  x
   parachuting acid into    diplomatic cocktail parties,
  x    x  x  x  x   x x    x  x      x      x x x
  urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles.
            x    x  x   
  Leave it all and like a man,
come back to nothing special,
        *               *
such as waiting rooms and ticket lines,
*             *
 silver bullet suicides,
*             *
and messianic ocean tides,
*                *
and racial roller-coaster rides
      *                       *
and other forms of boredom advertised as poetry.

       (just the bottom note)

   I know you need your sleep now,
   I know your life's been hard.
   But many men are falling,
where you promised to stand guard.

       x   x x x    x x     x   x    x        x    x    x     x x x
I never asked    but I heard you cast your lot along with the poor.
     x      x x x     x    x  x
  But then I overheard your prayer,
     x      x    x   x  x   x  x
  that you be this and nothing more
      x         x    x      x   x  x     x         x   x
  than just some grateful faithful woman's    favourite singing
x  x  x  x
millionaire,
      x   x     x   x x x          x   x  x   
the patron Saint of envy     and the grocer of despair,
working for the Yankee Dollar.

I know you need your sleep now ...

    x   x  x        x  x    x   x             x   x x  x x x
 Ah, lover come and lie with me, if my lover is who you are,
    x  x    x   x    x    x   x   x      x  x   x    x   x  x
 and be your sweetest self awhile  until I ask for more, my child.
     x   x   x          x  x   x       x        x  x x   x   x  x
 Then let the other selves be wrong,  yeah, let them manifest and come
     x     x     x   x   x  x
 till every taste is on the tongue,
    x       x       x      x  x   x
 till love is pierced and love is hung,
   x     x    x    x   x  x
 and every kind of freedom done, then
*    *    *    *   *   *
 oh my love, oh my love, oh my love,...