Coming Back to You
Maybe I'm still hurting,
I can't turn the other cheek.
But you know that I still love you;
it's just that I can't speak.
I looked for you in everyone
and they called me on that too;
I lived alone but I was only
coming back to you
They're shutting down the factory now
just when all the bills are due;
and the fields they're under lock and key
though the rain and the sun come through.
And springtime starts but then it stops
in the name of something new;
and all my sense rise against this
coming back to you
They're handing down my sentence now,
and I know what I must do:
another mile of silence while I'm
coming back to you
There are many in your life
and many still to be.
Since you are a shining light,
there's many that you'll see.
But I have to deal with envy
when you choose the precious few
who've left their pride on the other side of
coming back to you
Even in your arms I know
I'll never get it right;
even when you bend
to give me comfort in the night.
I've got to have your word on this
or none of it is true,
and all I've said was just instead of
coming back to you
-Leonard Cohen
posted by K-Oh @ 11:46 PM
3 Comments:
Why are you sad? Don't be so romantic. Read carefully. He is NOT coming back to her. He wants to but just keeps his mouth shut. It's not like they're apart. He just feels insecure so has to be confirmed by words even when she's with him at night. They're only deceiving each other because she's fucking others and he's too proud to go back. There's nothing to be sad about.
Maybe I'm just being cynical. I've finally found a way to be a linguist staying here, but I don't think I will pursue it though. It's irony that the very person who I expected to support me became the reason to drive me away. I'm still hurt so can't turn my the other cheek.
This is for you, Nobu. At least they're together in this poem.
Waiting for the Miracle
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some
but I was waiting
for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt your pride
to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum
while I was waiting
for the miracle to come.
So you wouldn't like it, baby.
You wouldn't like it here.
There's not much entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubblegum
when you're waiting
for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
there's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb.
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb
and you were waiting
for the miracle to come.
Baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together,
let's see if we're that strong.
Let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting for the miracle to come.
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing,
of course you say you can't complain-
if you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting for the miracle to come.
Oops, it's not my poem. I forgot to put the name after the poem.
Come on, I wasn't even born in World War II, and my poems are usually shorter than that.
It's by Leonard Cohen.
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