#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## 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 (x02210@1) FThe (133211@1)door it opened slowly, Am (x02210@1) Fmy (133211@1)father he came in, G (320003@1) F (133211@1) EI (022100@1)was nine years old. Am (x02210@1) FAnd (133211@1)he stood so tall above me, Am (x02210@1) Fhis (133211@1)blue eyes they were shining G (320003@1) F (133211@1) Eand (022100@1)his voice was very cold. CHe (x32010@1)said, "I've had a vision and you know I'm strong and holy, D (xx0232@1) BI (x2444x@1)must do what I've been told." F (133211@1) BbSo (x1333x@1)he started up the mountain, F (133211@1) BbI (x1333x@1)was running, he was walking, F (133211@1) G (320003@1) A (x02220@1) Amand (x02210@1)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