Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master Song, artist - Leonard Cohen.
Date of issue: 26.12.1967
Song language: English
Master Song |
I believe that you heard your master sing |
When I was sick in bed |
I suppose that he told you everything |
That I keep locked away in my head |
Your master took you travelling |
Well at least that’s what you said |
And now do you come back to bring |
Your prisoner wine and bread |
You met him at some temple |
Where they take your clothes at the door |
He was just a numberless man in a chair |
Who’d just come back from the war |
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair |
And he hands you the apple core |
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare |
Of all the kisses we put on some time before |
And he gave you a German Shepherd to walk |
With a collar of leather and nails |
And he never once made you explain or talk |
About all of the little details |
Such as who had a word and who had a rock |
And who had you through the mails |
Now your love is a secret all over the block |
And it never stops not even when your master fails |
And he took you up in his aeroplane |
Which he flew without any hands |
And you cruised above the ribbons of rain |
That drove the crowd from the stands |
Then he killed the lights in a lonely lane |
And an ape with angel glands |
Erased the final wisps of pain |
With the music of rubber bands |
And now I hear your master sing |
You kneel for him to come |
His body is a golden string |
That your body is hanging from |
His body is a golden string |
My body has growin' numb |
Oh now you hear your master sing |
Your shirt is all undone |
And will you kneel beside this bed |
That we polished so long ago |
Before your master chose instead |
To make my bed of snow? |
Your eyes are wild and your knuckles are red |
And you’re speaking far too low |
No I can’t make out what your master said |
Before he made you go |
Now I think you’re playing far too rough |
For a lady who’s been to the moon; |
I’ve lain by this window long enough |
To get used to an empty room |
And your love is some dust in an old man’s cough |
Who is tapping his foot to a tune |
And your thighs are a ruin, you want too much |
Let’s say you came back some time too soon |
Now I loved your master perfectly |
I taught him all that he knew |
He was starving in some deep mystery |
Like a man who is sure what is true |
And I sent you to him with my guarantee |
I could teach him something new |
And I taught him how you would long for me |
No matter what he said no matter what you’d do |
Now I believe that you heard your master sing |
While I was sick in bed |
I’m sure that he told you everything |
I must keep locked away in my head |
Your master took you travelling |
Well at least that’s what you said |
And now do you come back to bring |
Your prisoner wine and bread |