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  • 作词 : Leonard Cohen
    作曲 : Leonard Cohen
    Four o'clock in the afternoon
    And I didn't feel like very much
    I said to myself, "Where are you, Golden BoyWhere's your famous golden touch?"
    I thought you knew where
    All of the elephants lie down
    I thought you were the crown prince
    Of all the wheels in ivory town
    Just take a look at your body now
    There's nothing much to save
    And a bitter voice in the mirror cries"Hey, Prince, you need a shave"
    Now, if you can manage to get
    Your trembling fingers to behave
    Why don't you try unwrapping
    A stainless steel razor blade?
    That's right, it's come to this
    Yes, it's come to this
    And wasn't it a long way down?
    Wasn't it a strange way down?
    There's no hot water
    And the cold is running thin
    Well, what do you expect from
    The kind of places you've been living in?
    Don't drink from that cup
    It's all caked and cracked along the rim
    That's not the electric light, my friend
    That is your vision growing dim
    Cover up your face with soap, there
    Now, you're
    Santa Claus
    And you've got a gift for anyone
    Who will give you his applause
    I thought you were a racing man
    Ah, but you couldn't take the pace
    That's a funeral in the mirror
    And it's stopping at your face
    That's right, it's come to this
    Yes, it's come to this
    And wasn't it a long way down?
    Ah, wasn't it a strange way down?
    Once there was a path
    And a girl with chestnut hair
    And you passed the summers
    Picking all of the berries that grew there
    There were times she was a woman
    Oh, there were times she was just a child
    And you held her in the shadows
    Where the raspberries grow wild
    And you climbed the twilight mountains
    And you sang about the view
    And everywhere that you wandered
    Love seemed to go along with you
    That's a hard one to remember
    Yes, it makes you clench your fist
    And then the veins stand out like highways
    All along your wrist
    And yes, it's come to this
    It's come to this
    And wasn't it a long way down?
    Wasn't it a strange way down?
    You can still find a job
    Go out and talk to a friend
    On the back of every magazine
    There are those coupons you can send
    Why don't you join the
    Rosicrucians?
    They will give you back your hope
    You can find your love with diagrams
    On a plain, brown envelope
    But you've used up all your coupons
    Except the one that seems
    To be written on your wrist
    Along with several thousand dreams
    Now, Santa
    Claus comes forward
    That's a razor in his mitt
    And he puts on his dark glasses
    And he shows you where to hit
    And then the cameras pan
    The stand in stunt man
    Dress rehearsal rag
    It's just the dress rehearsal rag
    You know this dress rehearsal rag
    It's just a dress rehearsal rag
  • 作词 : Leonard Cohen
    作曲 : Leonard Cohen
    Four o'clock in the afternoon
    And I didn't feel like very much
    I said to myself, "Where are you, Golden BoyWhere's your famous golden touch?"
    I thought you knew where
    All of the elephants lie down
    I thought you were the crown prince
    Of all the wheels in ivory town
    Just take a look at your body now
    There's nothing much to save
    And a bitter voice in the mirror cries"Hey, Prince, you need a shave"
    Now, if you can manage to get
    Your trembling fingers to behave
    Why don't you try unwrapping
    A stainless steel razor blade?
    That's right, it's come to this
    Yes, it's come to this
    And wasn't it a long way down?
    Wasn't it a strange way down?
    There's no hot water
    And the cold is running thin
    Well, what do you expect from
    The kind of places you've been living in?
    Don't drink from that cup
    It's all caked and cracked along the rim
    That's not the electric light, my friend
    That is your vision growing dim
    Cover up your face with soap, there
    Now, you're
    Santa Claus
    And you've got a gift for anyone
    Who will give you his applause
    I thought you were a racing man
    Ah, but you couldn't take the pace
    That's a funeral in the mirror
    And it's stopping at your face
    That's right, it's come to this
    Yes, it's come to this
    And wasn't it a long way down?
    Ah, wasn't it a strange way down?
    Once there was a path
    And a girl with chestnut hair
    And you passed the summers
    Picking all of the berries that grew there
    There were times she was a woman
    Oh, there were times she was just a child
    And you held her in the shadows
    Where the raspberries grow wild
    And you climbed the twilight mountains
    And you sang about the view
    And everywhere that you wandered
    Love seemed to go along with you
    That's a hard one to remember
    Yes, it makes you clench your fist
    And then the veins stand out like highways
    All along your wrist
    And yes, it's come to this
    It's come to this
    And wasn't it a long way down?
    Wasn't it a strange way down?
    You can still find a job
    Go out and talk to a friend
    On the back of every magazine
    There are those coupons you can send
    Why don't you join the
    Rosicrucians?
    They will give you back your hope
    You can find your love with diagrams
    On a plain, brown envelope
    But you've used up all your coupons
    Except the one that seems
    To be written on your wrist
    Along with several thousand dreams
    Now, Santa
    Claus comes forward
    That's a razor in his mitt
    And he puts on his dark glasses
    And he shows you where to hit
    And then the cameras pan
    The stand in stunt man
    Dress rehearsal rag
    It's just the dress rehearsal rag
    You know this dress rehearsal rag
    It's just a dress rehearsal rag