// Your Moment Now//
This is your moment now.
I give you the knowledge
to distinguish between
what is holy and what is common.
I touch you with a recollection of your grief.
Here you are again, little priest.
Bring your heart back to its place.
Looks like we won’t be making love at all
Too many people watching us
Looks like we won’t be meeting at the grill
Too many people touching us
Grease up your ass
Let’s tear our love to pieces
Your beauty won’t be anything
when I take off my glasses
Is that what they’re singing in the dungeons now?
Is that the jingle muttered as slaves touch themselves?
It is, O adventurous inspector of the semen’d cells,
it is what they’re singing.
Leonard Cohen, Death Of A Lady’s Man