Letra de Field Commander Cohen (Live at Denver Soundcheck, 2012)
Field Commander Cohen He was our most important spy Wounded in the line of duty Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castlesLeave it all and like a man Come back to nothing special Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides And racial roller coaster rides And other forms of boredom, advertised as poetryI know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men are falling Where you promised to stand guardI never asked but I heard You cast your lot along with the poor But then I overheard your prayer That you be this and nothing moreThan just some grateful faithful woman's Favorite singing millionaire The patron Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair Working for the Yankee dollarI know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men are falling Where you promised to stand guardAh, lover come and lie with me If my lover is who you are And be your sweetest self awhile Until I ask for more, my childThen let the other selves be one, yeah Let them manifest and come 'Til every taste is on the tongue 'Til love is pierced and love is hung And every kind of freedom doneThen, oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love (Oh, my love, oh, my love)