Leonard Cohen - Master Song Lyrics
I believe that you heard your master singWhen I was sick in bedI suppose that he told you everythingThat I keep locked away in my headYour master took you travelingWell, at least thats what you saidAnd now do you come back to bringYour prisoner wine and breadYou met him at some templeWhere they take your clothes at the doorHe was just a numberless man in a chairWho had just come back from the warAnd you wrap up his tired face in your hairAnd he hands you the apple coreThen he touches your lips, now so suddenly bareOf all the kisses we put on sometime beforeAnd he gave you a german shepherd to walkWith a collar of leather and nailsAnd he never once made you explain or talkAbout all of the little detailsSuch as who had a worm and who had a rockAnd who had you through the mailsNow you love is a secret all over the blockAnd it never stops not evenWhen your master failsAnd he took you up in his aeroplaneWhich he flew without any handsAnd you cruised above the ribbons of rainThat drove the crowds from the standsThen he killed the lights in a lonely laneAnd an ape with angel glandsErased the final wisps of painWith the music of rubber bandsAnd now I hear you master singYou kneel for him to comeHis body is a golden stringThat your body is hanging fromHis body is a golden stringMy body has grown numbO now you hear you master singYour shirt is all undoneAnd will you kneel beside this bedThat we polished so long agoBefore you master chose insteadTo make my bed of snowYour eyes are wild and your knuckles are redAnd you are speaking far too lowNo, I cant make out what your master saidBefore he made you goAnd I think youre playing far too roughFor a lady whos been to the moonIve lain by this window long enoughYou get used to an empty roomAnd your love is some dustIn an old mans cuffWho is tapping his foot to a runeAnd your highs are a ruinYou want too muchLets say you came back sometime too soonI loved your master perfectlyAnd I taught him all that he knewHe was starving in some deep mysteryLike a man who is sure what is trueAnd I sent you to him with my guaranteeI could teach him something newAnd I taught him how you would long for meNo matter what he said, no matter what you doI believe that you heard you master singWhile I was sick in bedIm sure that he told you everythingI must keep locked away in my headYour master took you travelingWell, at least thats what you saidAnd now do you come back to bringYour prisoner wine and bread.
