Closing Time Leonard Cohen
Intro
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Ah we're dr[G]inking and we're dancing
And the b[G]and is really happening
And the J[Em]ohnny Walker wisdom running high
And my v[Bm]ery sweet companion
She's the [Bm]Angel of Compassion
She's r[Em]ubbing half the world against her thigh
And every dr[C]inker every dancer
Lifts a h[C]appy face to thank her
The f[G]iddler fiddles s[B7]omething so subl[Em]ime
All the w[D]omen tear their blouses off
And the m[D]en they dance on the polka-dots
And it's p[C]artner found, it's partner lost
And it's h[C]ell to pay when the fiddler stops:
It's cl[G]osing time
Yeah the w[C]omen tear their blouses off
And the m[C]en they dance on the polka-dots
And it's p[G]artner found, it's p[B]artner lost
And it's h[Em]ell to pay when the f[C]iddler stops:
It's cl[G]osing time[D]
Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
And the cider's laced with acid
And the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
And the summer night is fragrant
With a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
Down the snakes and up the ladder
To the tower where the blessed hours chime
And I swear it happened just like this:
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The Gates of Love they budget an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time
I swear it happened just like this:
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
The Gates of Love they budget an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time, closing time
I l[Em]oved you for your beauty
But that d[Em]oesn't make a fool of me:
Y[D]ou were in it for your beauty too
And I l[Em]oved you for your body
There's a v[Em]oice that sounds like God to me
Decl[A]aring, declaring, decl[D]aring that your body's really, really, really, really you
And I l[C]oved you when our love was blessed
And I l[C]ove you now there's nothing left
But s[G]orrow and a s[B7]ense of overt[Em]ime
And I m[D]issed you since the place got wrecked
And I j[D]ust don't care what happens next
L[C]ooks like freedom but it feels like death
It's s[C]omething in between, I guess
It's cl[G]osing time
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
It's something in between, I guess
It's closing time
Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
But there's nothing really happening
And the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
Gets me fumbling gets me laughing
She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight
And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
Except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
And it's once for the devil and it's once for Christ
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
We're busted in the blinding lights
Of closing time
The whole damn place goes crazy twice
And it's once fore the devil and it's once for Christ
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
We're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights
Of closing time, closing time
Oh the w[G]omen tear their blouses off
And the m[G]en they dance on the polka-dots
It's cl[D]osing time
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's closing time
I swear it happened just like this:
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's closing time
The Gates of Love they budget an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But closing time
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But closing time
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
It's closing time
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