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[lorentzen-nicklaus]

       imagine lenny singing this with a simple acoustic guitar ~ kai


 
                             t e a c h e r s

                         i met a woman long ago
                   her hair the black that black can go
                    "are you a teacher of the heart?"
                         soft she answered, "no". 

                        i met a girl across the sea
                      her hair the gold that gold can be;
                      "are you a teacher of the heart?" 
                         "yes, but not for thee." 

                       i met a man who lost his mind
                      in some lost place i had to find;
                       "follow me", the wise man said 
                          but he walked behind.

                         i walked into a hospital
                    where none was sick and none was well 
                       when at night the nurses left
                         i could not walk at all.

                       morning came and then came noon             
                       dinner time, a scalpel blade
                          lay beside
                          my silver spoon.   

                       some girls wander by mistake
                      into the mess that scalpels make
                     "are you the teachers of my heart?"
                      "we teach old hearts to break."

                       one morning i woke up alone
                      the hospital, the nurses gone
                         "have i carved enough?"
                        "child, you are a bone."

                         i ate and ate and ate
                        no, i did not miss a plate
                    "well, how much do these suppers cost?"
                       "we'll take it out in hate."

                       i spent my hatred every place
                       on every work, on every face
                          someone gave me wishes
                        and i wished for an embrace.

                       several girls embraced me, then
                          i was embraced by men,
                         "is my passion perfect?"
                         "no, do it once again."

                       i was handsome, i was strong
                       i knew the words of every song
                        "did my singing please you?"
                      "no, the words you sang were wrong."

                         who is it whom i address?
                         who takes down what i confess?
                       "are you the teachers of my heart?"
                        "we teach old hearts to rest."

                        "teachers, are my lessons done?
                          i cannot do another one."
                         they laughed and laughed and said
                         "well, child, are your lessons done?
                         are your lessons done?
                        are your lessons done?"

                                                     by leonard cohen