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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leonard Cohen
Performer
Dan Kessel
Guitar
David Kessel
Guitar
Phil Spector
Guitar
Sherlie Matthews
Background Vocals
Gerry Garrett
Background Vocals
Clydie King
Background Vocals
Venetta Fields
Background Vocals
Brenda Bryant
Background Vocals
Bili Theford
Background Vocals
Don Menza
Flute
Oren Waters
Background Vocals
Lorna Willard
Background Vocals
Julia Tillman
Background Vocals
Oma Drake
Background Vocals
Bob Dylan
Background Vocals
Alan Ginsberg
Background Vocals
Bill Diez
Background Vocals
Ronee Blakley
Background Vocals
Art Munson
Guitar
David Isaac
Guitar
Jesse Ed Davis
Guitar
Ray Pohlman
Bass
Albert Perkins
Slide Guitar
Sneaky Pete Kleinow
Slide Guitar
Terry Gibbs
Percussion
Emil Radoccia
Percussion
Gene Estes
Percussion
Bob Zimmitti
Percussion
Hal Blaine
Drums
Jim Keltner
Drums
Pete Jolly
Keyboards
Tom Hensley
Keyboards
Don Randi
Keyboards
Bill Mays
Keyboards
Barry Goldberg
Keyboards
Mike Lang
Keyboards
Devra Robitaille
Synthesizer
Steve Douglas
Saxophone
Ray Neapolitan
Bass
Bobby Bruce
Fiddle
Jay Migliori
Saxophone
Conte Candoli
Trumpet
Charles Loper
Trombone
Jack Redmond
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Cohen
Composer
Phil Spector
Composer
Don Menza
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phil Spector
Producer
Larry Levine
Engineer
Bob Robitaille
Assistant Engineer
Stan Ross
Assistant Engineer
Bruce Gold
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Ah, the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread
"I never even knew how much I wanted you," she said
His muscles, they were numbered, and his style was obsolete
"Oh, baby, I have come too late," she knelt beside his feet
"I'll never see a face like yours in years of men to come
I'll never see such arms again in wrestling or in love"
And all his virtues burning in the smokey holocaust
She took unto herself most everything her lover lost
Now the master of this landscape, he was standing at the view
With a sparrow of St. Francis that he was preaching to
She beckoned to the sentry of his high religious mood
She said, "I'll make a place between my legs, I'll show you solitude"
He offered her an orgy in a many mirrored room
He promised her protection for the issue of her womb
She moved her body hard against a sharpened metal spoon
She stopped the bloody rituals of passage to the moon
She took his much admired oriental frame of mind
And the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind
She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine
"This mental space is occupied, and everything is mine"
He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track
She said, "The art of longing's over and it's never coming back"
She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance
She mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache
Now, the last time that I saw him, he was trying hard to get
A woman's education, but he's not a woman yet
And the last time that I saw her, she was living with some boy
Who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy
So the great affair is over, but whoever would have guessed
It would leave us all so vacant, and so deeply unimpressed
It's like our visit to the moon, or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing, if you really wanna go that far
It's like our visit to the moon, or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing, if you really wanna go that far
It's like our visit to the moon, or to that other star
I guess you go for nothing, if you really wanna go that far
Writer(s): Phil Spector, Leonard Cohen
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