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From: tgtchb@tc0.chem.tue.nl (Harold "Bo" Baur)
Subject: CRD: Story of Isaac, Leonard Cohen.
Here's one more of Leonard Cohen... not that anybody asked :-)
Bo.
Story of Isaac
Am F
The door it opened slowly,
Am F
my father he came in,
G F E
I was nine years old.
Am F
And he stood so tall above me,
Am F
his blue eyes they were shining
G F E
and his voice was very cold.
C
He said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
D B
I must do what I've been told."
F Bb
So he started up the mountain,
F Bb
I was running, he was walking,
F G A Am
and his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller,
the lake a lady's mirror,
we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
he looked once behind his shoulder,
he knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
your hatchets blunt and bloody,
you were not there before,
when I lay upon a mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now,
forgive me if I inquire,
"Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
man of peace or man of war,
the peacock spreads his fan.
Comments 'n stuff okay, reply to: tgtchb@chem.tue.nl
