Leonard Cohen - Elevator Mirrors lyrics
[Leonard Cohen - Elevator Mirrors lyrics]
My father had a mustache
But not his father or his brothers
I am very tempted
In the new hotels
The elevators are often so dark
The mirrors are useless (Like this one)
I don't want to go anywhere
I've been to the Acropolis (1959)
I sat on the old stones
And was photographed with a woman (1970)
Who troubled my life
From then until now (2008)
Dying in reasonable circumstances
Is mostly what I hope for
But here I am on the road
Far from reasonable circumstances
There is a woman I like
She is young and beautiful and kind
And cannot sing but she wants to be a singer
I used to keep a full picture of her
Hidden on my laptop then I thought:
I can't do this again
And I dragged it (reluctantly)
To the little trash basket
Which I did not empty for quite a while
In the elevator
Of the Manchester Malmaison Hotel
I have to put on reading glasses
To find the button for my floor
The corridors are dark purple
Lit with pinpoint lights bass heavy hip-hop
Dooming the generation from hidden speakers
You squint to find your door
(The entire enterprise of travel and lodging
Now pitched as a dangerous erotic adventure)
I'm no one to say
Who can or can't be a singer
God knows my own credentials
Were not extensive it was Good Fortune
As success always is period
(A really lovely person
I don't have to introduce to anyone at Sony)
But not his father or his brothers
I am very tempted
In the new hotels
The elevators are often so dark
The mirrors are useless (Like this one)
I don't want to go anywhere
I've been to the Acropolis (1959)
I sat on the old stones
And was photographed with a woman (1970)
Who troubled my life
From then until now (2008)
Dying in reasonable circumstances
Is mostly what I hope for
But here I am on the road
Far from reasonable circumstances
There is a woman I like
She is young and beautiful and kind
And cannot sing but she wants to be a singer
I used to keep a full picture of her
Hidden on my laptop then I thought:
I can't do this again
And I dragged it (reluctantly)
To the little trash basket
Which I did not empty for quite a while
In the elevator
Of the Manchester Malmaison Hotel
I have to put on reading glasses
To find the button for my floor
The corridors are dark purple
Lit with pinpoint lights bass heavy hip-hop
Dooming the generation from hidden speakers
You squint to find your door
(The entire enterprise of travel and lodging
Now pitched as a dangerous erotic adventure)
I'm no one to say
Who can or can't be a singer
God knows my own credentials
Were not extensive it was Good Fortune
As success always is period
(A really lovely person
I don't have to introduce to anyone at Sony)