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Album: Miscellaneous (2009)
Artists: Leonard Cohen

  1. A Bunch Of Lonesome Heroes
  2. A Singer Must Die
  3. Avalanche
  4. Bird On The Wire
  5. Chelsea Hotel #2
  6. Diamonds In The Mine
  7. Dress Rehearsal Rag
  8. Famous Blue Raincoat
  9. Field Commander Cohen
  10. Groove Dub
  11. Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye
  12. I Tried To Leave You
  13. Is This What You Wanted
  14. Joan Of Arc
  15. Lady Midnight
  16. Last Year's Man
  17. Love Calls You By Your Name
  18. Lover Lover Lover
  19. Master Song
  20. One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong
  21. Seems So Long Ago, Nancy
  22. Sing Another Song, Boys
  23. Sisters Of Mercy
  24. So Long Marianne
  25. Stories Of The Street
  26. Story Of Isaac
  27. Stranger Song
  28. Suzanne
  29. Teachers
  30. The Butcher
  31. The Old Revolution
  32. The Partisan
  33. There Is A War
  34. Tonight Will Be Fine
  35. Why Don't You Try
  36. Winter Lady
  37. You Know Who I Am


Leonard Cohen
Miscellaneous
Joan Of Arc

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc
as she came riding through the dark;
no moon to keep her armour bright,
no man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, "I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite."
Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
you know I've watched you riding every day
and something in me yearns to win
such a cold and lonesome heroine.
"And who are you?" she sternly spoke
to the one beneath the smoke.
"Why, I'm fire," he replied,
"And I love your solitude, I love your pride."

"Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,"
saying this she climbed inside
to be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and high above the wedding guests
he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

It was deep into his fiery heart
he took the dust of Joan of Arc,
and then she clearly understood
if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
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