Tonight's Musical Interlude(s): Bar songs
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How can you have bar songs without "Piano Man."
Link to videoNot a bar song, but a drinking song...
Link to videoYeah those were the days, my friend...
Link to videoWe should drink to life...
Link to videoUntil it's (my favorite) Closing Time:
Link to videoI love Leonard Cohen's music, and I have since about 1970.
*Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high.
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh.
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her,
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime.All the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIMEYeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIMEAh we're lonely, we're romantic,
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief.
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime.
And I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch.
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIMEI swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME.I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too.
And I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you.
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime.And I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next.
Looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME.Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME.Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night.
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight.And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime.
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIMEThe whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIMEOh the women tear their blouses off the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME.And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME.I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME.The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME.I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME.I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.* -
This is a bar song:
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