Día del Refresco

"Closing Time" (Leonard Cohen)

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 time

Yeah 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 time

Ah 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 time 

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 

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 time 

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 time 

Oh the women tear their blouses off 

and 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.

Junio de 2009, cada vez más cerca (aunque no será por lo aportado hoy).

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