Thursday, February 14, 2008




Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder

The Future Lyrics (Leonard Cohen)







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