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Radio Station - Leonard Cohen


  • Suzanne
  • Hallelujah
  • Famous Blue Raincoat
  • So Long, Marianne
  • Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye
  • I'm Your Man
  • Sisters of Mercy
  • Dance Me to the End of Love
  • The Partisan
  • Everybody Knows
  • Who by Fire
  • Chelsea Hotel #2
  • Bird on the Wire
  • Winter Lady
  • You Want It Darker
  • The Stranger Song
  • Avalanche
  • Master Song
  • The Future
  • First We Take Manhattan
  • One of Us Cannot Be Wrong
  • Last Year's Man
  • Take This Longing
  • In My Secret Life
  • Waiting for the Miracle
  • Stories of the Street
  • Tower of Song
  • Teachers
  • Lady Midnight
  • Take This Waltz
  • If It Be Your Will
  • Anthem
  • Ain't No Cure for Love
  • Diamonds in the Mine
  • Dress Rehearsal Rag
  • A Thousand Kisses Deep
  • Joan of Arc
  • Closing Time
  • Is This What You Wanted
  • Love Calls You By Your Name
  • Lover Lover Lover
  • Sing Another Song, Boys
  • Democracy
  • Night Comes On
  • Leaving the Table
  • Seems So Long Ago, Nancy
  • Story of Isaac
  • Tonight Will Be Fine
  • Nevermind
  • Darkness

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
As she came riding through the dark
No moon to keep her Armour bright
Then no man to get her through this darkest very smoky night

She said, I'm tired of the war
I want the kind of work I had before
With a wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite

Well, I'm glad to to hear you talk this way
You see I've watched you riding all most every single day
And theres something in me yearns to win
Such a very cold and such a very lonesome heroine

‽Well then, who are you? she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke
Why, I'm, I'm fire, he replied
And I love your solitude, how I love your sense of pride

Well then fire, make your body cold
I'm gonna give you mine to hold
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride

It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of a Joan of Arc
And high above all these assembled wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her very lovely wedding dress

It was deep deep into his fiery heart
That he took the dust of all precious Joan of Arc
Then she clearly clearly understood
If if he was fire, oh she must be wood

I saw her wince, I saw her cry
I saw the glory in her eye
Myself I long, I long for love and light
But must it come so cruel, and must it must it be so very bright?
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