The Future
Leonard Cohen / Leonard Cohen: The Future (1992)
| Dm |
Give me back my broken night, my | mirrored room, my secret life, |
| G6 | E7 | Am |
It's | lonely here, there's no | one left to | torture. |
| Dm |
Give me absolute control | over every living soul |
| G6 | Am |
And | lie beside me, baby, that's an | order! |
| Dm |
Give me crack and anal sex, | take the only tree that's left, |
| G6 | E7 | Am |
| stuff it up the | hole in your cul | ture. |
| Dm |
Give me back the Berlin Wall, | give me Stalin and St. Paul. |
| G6 | E7 | Am |
I've | seen the future, | brother: it is | murder. |
| Dm | C |
| Things are gonna slide, ( | slide) in all directions, |
| Dm | C |
Won't be | nothing (won't be) nothing you can't | measure anymore. |
| Dm | F |
The | blizzard, the blizzard of the | world has crossed the threshold |
| Fm | C |
and it's | overturned the order of the | soul. |
| |: | | G |
| |: | When they | said (they said) Repent (repent) Repent (repent) |
| Am | :| |
I wonder | what they meant. | :| (3x) |
You don't know me from the wind, you never will, you never did, | |
I'm the little jew who wrote the bible. | |
I've seen the nations rise and fall, I've heard their stories, heard them all, | |
But love's the only engine of survival. | |
Your servant here, he has been told to say it clear, to say it cold: | |
It's over, it ain't going any further. | |
And now the wheels of heaven stop, you feel the devil's riding crop, | |
Get ready for the future: it is murder. | |
Things are gonna slide, (slide) in all directions. | |
Won't be nothing, (won't be) nothing you can measure anymore. | |
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold | |
And it's overturned the order of the soul. | |
|: When they said (=) repent (=), repent (=) - I wonder what they meant. :| (3x) | |
| Am | Dm |
| There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code, Your | private life will suddenly explode. |
| Am | F7 | E |
There'll be | phantoms, there'll be fires on the road, And the white man | dancing. | |
| Am | Dm |
You'll see your | woman hanging upside down, her | features covered by her fallen gown. |
| Am | F7 | E |
and all the | lousy little poets coming around trying to sound like Charlie | Manson | |
| Am |
And the white man | dancing. |
| A | A | G | A | C | G | A | C | | G | C | A | A |
( | riff | jum | pin | g | jack | fla | sh | ) | | | | | |
Give me back the Berlin Wall, give me Stalin and St. Paul, | |
Give me Christ, or give me Hiroshima! | |
Destroy another fetus now, we don't like children anyhow, | |
I've seen the future, baby: it is murder. | |
Things are gonna slide, (slide) in all directions. | |
Won't be nothing, (won't be) nothing you can measure anymore. | |
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold | |
And it's overturned the order of the soul. | |
|: When they said (=) repent (=), repent (=) - I wonder what they meant. :| (3x) | |
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