Guest guest Posted July 16, 2006 Report Share Posted July 16, 2006 The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it's done – Your little winning streak. And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it's real, A Thousand Kisses Deep. I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed, I'm back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece. And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep: You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses Deep. And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep. Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me. I made it to the forward deck. I blessed our remnant fleet – And then consented to be wrecked, A Thousand Kisses Deep. I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed, I'm back on Boogie Street. I guess they won't exchange the gifts That you were meant to keep. And quiet is the thought of you, The file on you complete, Except what we forgot to do, A Thousand Kisses Deep. And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep. The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat . . . LEONARD COHEN Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 16, 2006 Report Share Posted July 16, 2006 Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote: > > The ponies run, the girls are young, > The odds are there to beat. > You win a while, and then it's done – > Your little winning streak. > And summoned now to deal > With your invincible defeat, > You live your life as if it's real, > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed, > I'm back on Boogie Street. > You lose your grip, and then you slip > Into the Masterpiece. > And maybe I had miles to drive, > And promises to keep: > You ditch it all to stay alive, > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > And sometimes when the night is slow, > The wretched and the meek, > We gather up our hearts and go, > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > Confined to sex, we pressed against > The limits of the sea: > I saw there were no oceans left > For scavengers like me. > I made it to the forward deck. > I blessed our remnant fleet – > And then consented to be wrecked, > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed, > I'm back on Boogie Street. > I guess they won't exchange the gifts > That you were meant to keep. > And quiet is the thought of you, > The file on you complete, > Except what we forgot to do, > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > And sometimes when the night is slow, > The wretched and the meek, > We gather up our hearts and go, > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > The ponies run, the girls are young, > The odds are there to beat . . . > > > LEONARD COHEN > awesome poems, dude! (-; been fishing the sound been painting the town and going around with kids and relatives playing the tunes and playing the clown and really .. .. .. .. getting down? L8 ~*~ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted July 16, 2006 Report Share Posted July 16, 2006 Nisargadatta , " skywhilds " <skywords wrote: > > Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111@> > wrote: > > > > The ponies run, the girls are young, > > The odds are there to beat. > > You win a while, and then it's done – > > Your little winning streak. > > And summoned now to deal > > With your invincible defeat, > > You live your life as if it's real, > > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > > > I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed, > > I'm back on Boogie Street. > > You lose your grip, and then you slip > > Into the Masterpiece. > > And maybe I had miles to drive, > > And promises to keep: > > You ditch it all to stay alive, > > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > > > And sometimes when the night is slow, > > The wretched and the meek, > > We gather up our hearts and go, > > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > > > Confined to sex, we pressed against > > The limits of the sea: > > I saw there were no oceans left > > For scavengers like me. > > I made it to the forward deck. > > I blessed our remnant fleet – > > And then consented to be wrecked, > > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > > > I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed, > > I'm back on Boogie Street. > > I guess they won't exchange the gifts > > That you were meant to keep. > > And quiet is the thought of you, > > The file on you complete, > > Except what we forgot to do, > > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > > > And sometimes when the night is slow, > > The wretched and the meek, > > We gather up our hearts and go, > > A Thousand Kisses Deep. > > > > The ponies run, the girls are young, > > The odds are there to beat . . . > > > > > > LEONARD COHEN > > > > > awesome poems, dude! > > (-; > > been fishing the sound > been painting the town > and going around > with kids and relatives > playing the tunes > and playing the clown > and really > . > . > . > . > getting > down? > > L8 > ~*~ you got the scoop from the inner loop and won't get caught when all is wrought and's brought to full formation it's in the stars and is not far from time to time the real, the brine and inside information ;-) .........bob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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