Master Song Leonard Cohen
[Intro]
[Am]
[Verse 1]
I bel[Bb]ieve that you heard your m[Am]aster sing
when [Bb]I was sick in b[Am]ed.
I supp[Bb]ose that he told you ev[Am]erything
that I [Bb]keep locked away in my [Am]head.
Your [Bb]master took you [Dm]travelling,
well at [F]least that's what you s[G]aid.
And [C]now do [Em]you come b[C]ack to [Em]bring
your [F]prisoner wine and b[E]read? [Am]
[Verse 2]
You [Bb]met him at some [Am]temple, where
they [Bb]take your clothes at the [Am]door.
He was j[Bb]ust a numberless m[Am]an in a chair
who'd ju[Bb]st come back from the [Am]war.
And you [Bb]wrap up his tired f[Dm]ace in your hair
and he [F]hands you the apple [G]core.
Then he [C]touches your[Em] lips, now[C] so suddenly[Em] bare
of all the [F]kisses we put on some time bef[E]ore. [Am]
[Verse 3]
And he g[Bb]ave you a German sh[Am]epherd to walk
with a [Bb]collar of leather and [Am]nails,
and he [Bb]never once made you exp[Am]lain or talk
About [Bb]all of the little det[Am]ails,
such as [Bb]who had a word and [Dm]who had a rock,
and who [F]had you through the[G] mails.
Now your l[C]ove is a [Em]secret all ov[C]er the b[Em]lock,
and it n[F]ever stops not even when your master [E]fails. [Am]
[Verse 4]
And he [Bb]took you up in his a[Am]eroplane,
which he f[Bb]lew without any h[Am]ands,
and you [Bb]cruised above the ri[Am]bbons of rain
that d[Bb]rove the crowd from the [Am]stands.
Then he [Bb]killed the lights in a [Dm]lonely lane
where an[F] ape with angel [G]glands,
er[C]ased the [Em]final wis[C]ps of pa[Em]in
with the [F]music of rubber [E]bands.[Am]
[Verse 5]
And [Bb]now I hear your master [Am]sing,
you [Bb]kneel for him to [Am]come.
His [Bb]body is a golden [Am]string
that your [Bb]body is hanging f[Am]rom.
His [Bb]body is a g[Dm]olden string,
my [F]body has grown n[G]umb.
Oh [C]now you [Em]hear your m[C]aster s[Em]ing,
your [F]shirt is all und[E]one. [Am]
[Verse 6]
And [Bb]will you kneel bes[Am]ide this bed
that we [Bb]polished so long a[Am]go,
bef[Bb]ore your master ch[Am]ose instead
to m[Bb]ake my bed of [Am]snow?
Your [Bb]eyes are wild and your [Dm]knuckles are red
and you're [F]speaking far too[G] low.
No I ca[C]n't make [Em]out what your m[C]aster s[Em]aid
bef[F]ore he made you[E] go. [Am]
[Verse 7]
Then I [Bb]think you're playing f[Am]ar too rough
for a l[Bb]ady who's been to the [Am]moon
I've [Bb]lain by this window long en[Am]ough
to get [Bb]used to an empty [Am]room.
And your l[Bb]ove is some dust in an [Dm]old man's cuff
who is [F]tapping his foot to a[G] tune,
and your t[C]highs are a [Em]ruin, you w[C]ant too m[Em]uch,
let's s[F]ay you came back some time too s[E]oon. [Am]
[Verse 8]
I [Bb]loved your master [Am]perfectly
I t[Bb]aught him all that he [Am]knew.
He was [Bb]starving in some deep [Am]mystery
like a [Bb]man who is sure what is t[Am]rue.
And I [Bb]sent you to him with my g[Dm]uarantee
I could [F]teach him something n[G]ew,
and I t[C]aught him h[Em]ow you would lo[C]ng for [Em]me
no m[F]atter what he said no matter what you'd[E] do. [Am]
[Verse 9]
[Bb]I believe that you heard your [Am]master sing
[Bb]when I was sick in [Am]bed.
[Bb]I suppose that he told you [Am]everything
[Bb]that I keep locked away in my [Am]head.
[Bb]Your master took you [Dm]travelling,
well at [F]least that's what you s[G]aid.
And n[C]ow do yo[Em]u come ba[C]ck to b[Em]ring
your [F]prisoner wine and br[E]ead? [Am]
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