Kazimierz, Part 11 – We Gather Up Our Hearts and Go…
Leonard Cohen - A Thousand Kisses Deep The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A thousand kisses deep. I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece. And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep: You ditch it all to stay alive, A thousand kisses deep. And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A thousand kisses deep. Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck. I blessed our remnant fleet – And then consented to be wrecked, A thousand kisses deep. I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. I guess they won’t exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep. And quiet is the thought of you, The file on you complete, Except what we forgot to do, A thousand kisses deep. And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A thousand kisses deep. The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A thousand kisses deep. ************ His whole body was weary, but the weariest part of it was his heart. Well, I shall finally take some rest… The road was long, and now I feel that there is nothing left to do. All the things said and all the things done now belong to the past… And since the future does not exist except in our hopes, all that I have in my possession is this present moment, in which I can only say a prayer and retain a single whish to myself… Please, God, don't let me turn my heart to stone, and scatter it into dust… 'We Gather Up Our Hearts and Go…' …Said the man… but the other one replied: 'Where Do We Go But Nowhere' Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Where Do We Go But Nowhere I remember a girl so very well The carnival drums all mad in the air Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell O where do we go now but nowhere In a colonial hotel we fucked up the sun And then we fucked it down again Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down Going round and round to nowhere The kitten that padded and purred on my lap Now swipes at my face with the paw of a bear I turn the other cheek and you lay into that O where do we go now but nowhere O wake up, my love, my lover wake up O wake up, my love, my lover wake up Across clinical benches with nothing to talk Breathing tea and biscuits and the Serenity Prayer While the bones of our child crumble like chalk O where do we go now but nowhere I remember a girl so bold and so bright Loose-limbed and laughing and brazen and bare Sits gnawing her knuckles in the chemical light O where do we go now but nowhere You come for me now with a cake that you've made Ravaged avenger with a clip in your hair Full of glass and bleach and my old razorblades O where do we go now but nowhere O wake up, my love, my lover wake up O wake up, my love, my lover wake up If they'd give me my clothes back then I could go home From this fresh, this clean, antiseptic air Behind the locked gates an old donkey moans O where do we go now but nowhere Around the duck pond we grimly mope Gloomily and mournfully we go rounds again And one more doomed time and without much hope Going round and around to nowhere From the balcony we watched the carnival band The crack of the drum a little child did scare I can still feel his tiny fingers pressed in my hand O where do we go now but nowhere If I could relive one day of my life If I could relive just a single one You on the balcony, my future wife O who could have known, but no one O wake up, my love, my lover make up O wake up, my love, my lover make up ************ His love was not there to wake him up… Blessed, as the night that silently falls upon the town, the sleep finally came along |