Store Room
Ça c'est une nouvelle chanson,
c'est Store Room, Store Room...
Dépôt? Quelque chose comme þa.
The place where everything comes from,
One,
...Storeroom....
One, Two, Three, Four ...
I love you
Without really caring
Whom you love:
Yeah my hands below the belt;
Or my hands above;
In the arms of other men;
Or in my bed again.
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom.
Oh, I love to see you sitting there upon your golden throne.
Your little preachers
All around you
Being born.
And your prophet, straight and tall,
To undermine it all.
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From your storeroom, Storeroom!
Yeah ol' Shakespeare - he said it all,
And he said no more.
And he left me
Feeling just like
A two bit whore.
Well the silence -
It broke my heart;
'Till I
Spread my legs apart.
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, Storeroom!
Oh, my love, let us continue what has been begun -
Praying for:
The mother and the father,
The daughter and the son.
But should one refuse to come, no, {'count notes'??}
It does not subtract the sum.
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, Storeroom, StoreRoom, STOREROOM!
It's not a wind
That keeps you up,
It's not the snow,
It's not the moon -
Coming like a headlight
Through your window;
It's not the thumbnail on the screen
That scrapes away your dream;
It's just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, storeroom, Storeroom!
And the news of all these burning towns - you don't
Really mind -
Just a spool that you turn,
And you turn -
And he won't unwind.
You know these wars - that you did not start -
They do not tear your sleep apart -
Just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, Storeroom, STOREROOM!
I loved you, without really caring
Who it is you love:
My hands below the belt;
Or my hands above;
In the arms of other men;
Or in my bed again.
He's just a man
Taking
What he needs
From the storeroom, Storeroom.
ahh....
Autor(es): Leonard Cohen
