In the sultry embrace of a mysterious night, Leonard Cohen weaves a tale of fleeting passion and introspection. The narrator, marked by wanderlust and the inevitability of transience, encounters a woman who spins tales of innocence. As shadows and secrets converge by the river’s edge, moments of intimacy unfold like whispered confessions. Her lips carry truths half-hidden, while the dawn’s daffodil machete eagerly awaits. Cohen’s lines capture the ineffable pull of desire, the gentle violence of yearning, and the solemn acceptance of impermanent connections. This journey evokes the haunting beauty of human nature—bound by desire, mystery, and the inexorable passage of time, where the heart's whispers remain tucked away, cherished and unspoken.
The Night of Santiago
Lyrics
She said she was a maiden
That wasn't what I heard
For the sake of conversation
I took her at her word
The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts
They opened to me urgently
Like lilies from the dead
Behind a fine embroidery
Her nipples rose like bread
Then I took off my necktie
And she took of her dress
My belt and pistol, set aside, we tore away the rest
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Her thighs, they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I've forgotten half my life
I still remember this
Now, as a man I won't repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this, my lips are sealed forever
And for now
And soon there's sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete
I gave her something pretty
And I waited till she laughed
I wasn't born a gypsy
To make a woman sad
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago (night of Santiago)
And I was passing through (I was passing through)
I took her to the river
As any man would do
I didn't fall in love
Of course, it's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through
When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On that night of Santiago
And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me, but I wasn't
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago (night of Santiago)
And I was passing through (I was passing through)
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago (night of Santiago)
And I was passing through (I was passing through)
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through (I was passing through)
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Writer(s): Leonard Cohen, Philip Glass, Adam Cohen
Copyright(s): Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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