Dress Rehearsal Rag - Leonard Cohen

    Four o'clock in the afternoon
    and I didn't feel like very much
    I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
    where is your famous golden touch?"
    I thought you knew where
    all of the elephants lie down,
    I thought you were the crown prince
    of all the wheels in Ivory Town
    Just take a look at your body now,
    there's nothing much to save
    and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
    "Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
    Now if you can manage to get
    your trembling fingers to behave,
    why don't you try unwrapping
    a stainless steel razor blade?
    That's right, it's come to this,
    yes it's come to this,
    and wasn't it a long way down,
    wasn't it a strange way down?

    There's no hot water
    and the cold is running thin
    Well, what do you expect from
    the kind of places you've been living in?
    Don't drink from that cup,
    it's all caked and cracked along the rim.
    That's not the electric light, my friend,
    that is your vision growing dim
    Cover up your face with soap, there,
    now you're Santa Claus
    And you've got a gift for anyone
    who will give you his applause
    I thought you were a racing man,
    ah, but you couldn't take the pace
    That's a funeral in the mirror
    and it's stopping at your face
    That's right, it's come to this,
    yes it's come to this,
    and wasn't it a long way down,
    ah wasn't it a strange way down?

    Once there was a path
    and a girl with chestnut hair,
    and you passed the summers
    picking all of the berries that grew there;
    there were times she was a woman,
    oh, there were times she was just a child,
    and you held her in the shadows
    where the raspberries grow wild
    And you climbed the twilight mountains
    and you sang about the view,
    and everywhere that you wandered
    love seemed to go along with you
    That's a hard one to remember,
    yes it makes you clench your fist
    And then the veins stand out like highways,
    all along your wrist
    And yes it's come to this,
    it's come to this,
    and wasn't it a long way down,
    wasn't it a strange way down?

    You can still find a job,
    go out and talk to a friend
    On the back of every magazine
    there are those coupons you can send
    Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
    they can give you back your hope,
    you can find your love with diagrams
    on a plain brown envelope
    But you've used up all your coupons
    except the one that seems
    to be written on your wrist
    along with several thousand dreams
    Now Santa Claus comes forward,
    that's a razor in his mit;
    and he puts on his dark glasses
    and he shows you where to hit;
    and then the cameras pan,
    the stand in stunt man,
    dress rehearsal rag,
    it's just the dress rehearsal rag,
    you know this dress rehearsal rag,
    it's just a dress rehearsal rag
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