spiritual disorder - Trauma

[ti:democracy]
[ar:leonard cohen ]
[al:The Future]
[by:]
[00:18.50]It's coming through a hole in the air,
[00:22.50]from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
[00:27.50]It's coming from the feel
[00:29.50]that this ain't exactly real,
[00:32.50]or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
[00:37.50]From the wars against disorder,
[00:39.50]from the sirens night and day,
[00:42.50]from the fires of the homeless,
[00:44.50]from the ashes of the gay:
[00:47.50]Democracy is coming to the 
[00:53.50]
[01:11.50]It's coming through a crack in the wall;
[01:16.50]on a visionary flood of alcohol;
[01:20.50]from the staggering account
[01:24.50]of the Sermon on the Mount
[01:26.50]which I don't pretend to understand at all.
[01:30.50]It's coming from the silence
[01:33.50]on the dock of the bay,
[01:35.50]from the brave, the bold, the battered
[01:38.50]heart of Chevrolet:
[01:40.50]Democracy is coming to the 
[01:46.50]
[02:05.50]It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
[02:09.50]the holy places where the races meet;
[02:13.50]from the homicidal bitchin'
[02:16.50]that goes down in every kitchen
[02:19.50]to determine who will serve and who will eat.
[02:24.50]From the wells of disappointment
[02:27.50]where the women kneel to pray
[02:29.50]for the grace of God in the desert here
[02:32.50]and the desert far away:
[02:34.50]Democracy is coming to the 
[02:40.50]
[02:57.50]Sail on, sail on
[03:03.50]O mighty Ship of State!
[03:08.50]To the Shores of Need
[03:10.50]Past the Reefs of Greed
[03:12.50]Through the Squalls of Hate
[03:17.50]Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
[03:27.50]
[03:34.50]It's coming to America first,
[03:39.50]the cradle of the best and of the worst.
[03:44.50]It's here they got the range
[03:46.50]and the machinery for change
[03:49.50]and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
[03:54.50]It's here the family's broken
[03:56.50]and it's here the lonely say
[03:58.50]that the heart has got to open
[04:01.50]in a fundamental way:
[04:03.50]Democracy is coming to the 
[04:09.50]
[04:27.50]It's coming from the women and the men.
[04:32.50]O baby, we'll be making love again.
[04:38.50]We'll be going down so deep
[04:40.50]the river's going to weep,
[04:42.50]and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
[04:47.50]It's coming like the tidal flood
[04:51.50]beneath the lunar sway,
[04:53.50]imperial, mysterious,
[04:55.50]in amorous array:
[04:57.50]Democracy is coming to the 
[05:04.50]
[05:21.50]Sail on, sail on
[05:27.50]O mighty Ship of State!
[05:31.50]To the Shores of Need
[05:33.50]Past the Reefs of Greed
[05:35.50]Through the Squalls of Hate
[05:40.50]Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
[05:51.50]
[05:57.50]I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
[06:03.50]I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
[06:08.50]And I'm neither left or right
[06:10.50]I'm just staying home tonight,
[06:12.50]getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
[06:17.50]But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
[06:20.50]that Time cannot decay,
[06:22.50]I'm junk but I'm still holding up
[06:24.50]this little wild bouquet:
[06:28.50]Democracy is coming to the 
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