Dress Rehearsal Rag
Leonard Cohen Lyrics


Four o'clock in the afternoon
And I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
Where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
All of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
Of all the wheels in Ivory Town.

Just take a look at your body now,
There's nothing much to save
And a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."

Now if you can manage to get
Your trembling fingers to behave,
Why don't you try unwrapping
A stainless steel razor blade?

That's right, it's come to this,
Yes it's come to this,
And wasn't it a long way down,
Wasn't it a strange way down?

There's no hot water
And the cold is running thin.
Well, what do you expect from
The kind of places you've been living in?

Don't drink from that cup,
It's all caked and cracked along the rim.
That's not the electric light, my friend,
That is your vision growing dim.

Cover up your face with soap, there,
Now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
Who will give you his applause.

I thought you were a racing man,
Ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
That's a funeral in the mirror
And it's stopping at your face.

That's right, it's come to this,
Yes it's come to this,
And wasn't it a long way down,
Ah wasn't it a strange way down?

Once there was a path
And a girl with chestnut hair,
And you passed the summers
Picking all of the berries that grew there
There were times she was a woman,
Oh, there were times she was just a child,
And you held her in the shadows
Where the raspberries grow wild.

And you climbed the twilight mountains
And you sang about the view,
And everywhere that you wandered
Love seemed to go along with you.
That's a hard one to remember,
Yes it makes you clench your fist.

And then the veins stand out like highways,
All along your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
It's come to this,
And wasn't it a long way down,
Wasn't it a strange way down?

You can still find a job,
Go out and talk to a friend.
On the back of every magazine
There are those coupons you can send.
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
They can give you back your hope,
You can find your love with diagrams
On a plain brown envelope.

But you've used up all your coupons
Except the one that seems
To be written on your wrist
Along with several thousand dreams.

Now Santa Claus comes forward,
That's a razor in his mit
And he puts on his dark glasses
And he shows you where to hit
And then the cameras pan,
The stand in stunt man,
Dress rehearsal rag,
It's just the dress rehearsal rag,
You know this dress rehearsal rag,
It's just a dress rehearsal rag.

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Written by: LEONARD COHEN

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Çağlar Pakkardeş

Four o'clock in the afternoon 
And I didn't feel like very much. 
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy, 
Where is your famous golden touch?" 
I thought you knew where 
All of the elephants lie down, 
I thought you were the crown prince 
Of all the wheels in Ivory Town.

Just take a look at your body now, 
There's nothing much to save 
And a bitter voice in the mirror cries, 
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."

Now if you can manage to get 
Your trembling fingers to behave, 
Why don't you try unwrapping 
A stainless steel razor blade?

That's right, it's come to this, 
Yes it's come to this, 
And wasn't it a long way down, 
Wasn't it a strange way down?

There's no hot water 
And the cold is running thin. 
Well, what do you expect from 
The kind of places you've been living in?

Don't drink from that cup, 
It's all caked and cracked along the rim. 
That's not the electric light, my friend, 
That is your vision growing dim.

Cover up your face with soap, there, 
Now you're Santa Claus. 
And you've got a gift for anyone 
Who will give you his applause.

I thought you were a racing man, 
Ah, but you couldn't take the pace. 
That's a funeral in the mirror 
And it's stopping at your face.

That's right, it's come to this, 
Yes it's come to this, 
And wasn't it a long way down, 
Ah wasn't it a strange way down?

Once there was a path 
And a girl with chestnut hair, 
And you passed the summers 
Picking all of the berries that grew there
There were times she was a woman, 
Oh, there were times she was just a child, 
And you held her in the shadows 
Where the raspberries grow wild.

And you climbed the twilight mountains 
And you sang about the view, 
And everywhere that you wandered 
Love seemed to go along with you. 
That's a hard one to remember, 
Yes it makes you clench your fist.

And then the veins stand out like highways, 
All along your wrist. 
And yes it's come to this, 
It's come to this, 
And wasn't it a long way down, 
Wasn't it a strange way down?

You can still find a job, 
Go out and talk to a friend. 
On the back of every magazine 
There are those coupons you can send. 
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians, 
They can give you back your hope, 
You can find your love with diagrams 
On a plain brown envelope.

But you've used up all your coupons 
Except the one that seems 
To be written on your wrist 
Along with several thousand dreams.

Now Santa Claus comes forward, 
That's a razor in his mit
And he puts on his dark glasses 
And he shows you where to hit
And then the cameras pan, 
The stand in stunt man, 
Dress rehearsal rag, 
It's just the dress rehearsal rag, 
You know this dress rehearsal rag, 
It's just a dress rehearsal rag.



tyrnimarja

Once there was a path
And a girl with chestnut hair,
And you passed the summers
Picking all of the berries that grew there
There were times she was a woman,
Oh, there were times she was just a child,
And you held her in the shadows
Where the raspberries grow wild.


AAAAAAAH this is perfect



Hernández Martínez

Mi pobre traducción al español;
Cuatro de la mañana
Y me sentí muy poco
Me dije a mí mismo; ¿Dónde estas tú, chico dorado?
¿Dónde está tu famoso toque áureo?

Pensé que sabías dónde
Se acuestan todos los elefantes,
Pensé que eras el príncipe heredero
de todos las ruedas en la ciudad del Marfil.

Ahora, sólo da una mirada a tu cuerpo
No hay mucho que salvar.
Y una amarga voz en el espejo llora.
"Hey, Príncipe necesitas una rasurada

Wow, si puedes arreglarte para conseguir
que tus temblorosos dedos se controlen,
¿Por qué no intentas desenvolver
una cuchilla de afeitas de acero inoxidable?

CORO

No bebas de esa copa,
está toda endurecida y rota de los bordes.
Esa no es la luz eléctrica, mi amigo,
Esa es tu visión oscureciéndose.

Ahí, Cubre tu cara con jabón,
Ahora eres Santa Claus,
Y tú tienes un regalo para cualquiera
que te dé su aplauso.

Creí que eras un aficionado a las carreras
Ah, pero tú no podrás tomar el ritmo,
Es un funeral menor
y se detiene en tu cara.

Una vez hubo un camino
Y una chica con el pelo castaño,
Y tú pasaste los veranos
recogiendo todas las bayas que crecieron allí.

CORO

Hubo tiempos en que ella era una mujer,
Hubo tiempos en que ella era sólo un(a) niñ@,
Y tú la sostuviste en las sombras
en donde las frambuesas crecen salvajes.

Y tú escalaste las montañas,
Y tú cantaste sobre lo que viste,
y en cada lugar en que te maravillaste
el amor parecía ir contigo.

Esto es difícil de recordar,
Sí, esto te hace apretar el puño.
Y entonces las venas destacan como carreteras
a largo de tus muñecas.

Tú todavía puedes encontrar un trabajo,
Sal afuera y habla con un amigo.
En la contraportada de todas las revistas
hay esos cupones que puedes enviar.

CORO

¿Por qué no te unes a los Rosacruces?
Ellos pueden devolverte tu esperanza.
Puedes encontrar tu amor con diagramas
sobre una carta marrón claro.

Pero has utilizado tus cupones
excepto el que parece
estar escrita en tu muñeca
junto con varios miles de sueños.

Ahora, Santa Claus se presenta,
Es una navaja en su MIT*
Y él se pone sus gafas oscuras,
Él te muestra dónde golpear.

Y entonces las cámaras graban
el puesto del Stunt-man
Un Ensayo**
Es solo un Ensayo**
Tú conoces este Ensayo**
Es solo un Ensayo**"

CORO;
Está bien, ha llegado a esto
Sí, ha llegado a esto.
Y no era un largo camino para bajar
¿No era una extraña manera de bajar?

*No puede encontrar el significado
**El título es un poco complicado de traducir. Por lo que investigue un Dress Rehearsal Rag es un ensayo n los circos o teatros,

Nota; Esta traducción es bastante mala si tienen una sugerencia sobre la traducción no duden en comentármelo. :D



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Trout Mask

Anybody who has a friend or relative who seriously contemplated or attempted suicide, this is exactly what it feels like. Just devastating.

Çağlar Pakkardeş

Four o'clock in the afternoon 
And I didn't feel like very much. 
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy, 
Where is your famous golden touch?" 
I thought you knew where 
All of the elephants lie down, 
I thought you were the crown prince 
Of all the wheels in Ivory Town.

Just take a look at your body now, 
There's nothing much to save 
And a bitter voice in the mirror cries, 
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."

Now if you can manage to get 
Your trembling fingers to behave, 
Why don't you try unwrapping 
A stainless steel razor blade?

That's right, it's come to this, 
Yes it's come to this, 
And wasn't it a long way down, 
Wasn't it a strange way down?

There's no hot water 
And the cold is running thin. 
Well, what do you expect from 
The kind of places you've been living in?

Don't drink from that cup, 
It's all caked and cracked along the rim. 
That's not the electric light, my friend, 
That is your vision growing dim.

Cover up your face with soap, there, 
Now you're Santa Claus. 
And you've got a gift for anyone 
Who will give you his applause.

I thought you were a racing man, 
Ah, but you couldn't take the pace. 
That's a funeral in the mirror 
And it's stopping at your face.

That's right, it's come to this, 
Yes it's come to this, 
And wasn't it a long way down, 
Ah wasn't it a strange way down?

Once there was a path 
And a girl with chestnut hair, 
And you passed the summers 
Picking all of the berries that grew there
There were times she was a woman, 
Oh, there were times she was just a child, 
And you held her in the shadows 
Where the raspberries grow wild.

And you climbed the twilight mountains 
And you sang about the view, 
And everywhere that you wandered 
Love seemed to go along with you. 
That's a hard one to remember, 
Yes it makes you clench your fist.

And then the veins stand out like highways, 
All along your wrist. 
And yes it's come to this, 
It's come to this, 
And wasn't it a long way down, 
Wasn't it a strange way down?

You can still find a job, 
Go out and talk to a friend. 
On the back of every magazine 
There are those coupons you can send. 
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians, 
They can give you back your hope, 
You can find your love with diagrams 
On a plain brown envelope.

But you've used up all your coupons 
Except the one that seems 
To be written on your wrist 
Along with several thousand dreams.

Now Santa Claus comes forward, 
That's a razor in his mit
And he puts on his dark glasses 
And he shows you where to hit
And then the cameras pan, 
The stand in stunt man, 
Dress rehearsal rag, 
It's just the dress rehearsal rag, 
You know this dress rehearsal rag, 
It's just a dress rehearsal rag.

Jessica H

Wasn't it a long way down, wasn't it a strange way down...

Jonas Hjerpe

@palladin331 Thanks!

palladin331

@Jonas Hjerpe Also, in this case, 'rag' means a piece of music, as in a ragtime song, although this song is not ragtime at all. Another painful twist.

beagle921

@Jonas Hjerpe The most logical interpretation I am aware of is that he stands in front of the mirror contemplating cutting his wrists with a razor, but is aware that this is just a rehearseal, not the final act. He wanted to shave, but after unwrapping the razor, and noticing his veins standing out (he's sickly) and thinking about the circumstances he's in, suicide entered his thoughts. But he's just accustoming to the thought.

Jonas Hjerpe

@Moon Dancer Beautiful comment. Do you happen to know what Dress Rehearsal Rag is supposed to mean? My English is generally good, but I fail to make a confident interpretation of this title. Is it supposed to signal that thr main character merely plays a role in a drama, not living authentically? I also know the lyrics by heart. Strange feeling of lovely affinity poured through my heart as I read your poetic comment. Love, J

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byron p

Dear God, I hate this song. It hits way too close, nay, it severs the bone. It is THE reason I adore Leonard Cohen. He taught me things.

"A kite is a victim you are sure of
You love it because it pulls
Gentle enough to call you master
strong enough to call you fool."

My first bit of enlightenment in high school.

Baxxter101

arguably why Cobain did the suicide thing...

WildGooseberry

Indeed, it does hit very close to home, but I can’t help but hum along to it

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