Store Room

Leonard Cohen

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Its not the wind that keeps you up Its not the snow Its not the moon Coming like a headlight Through your window. Its not the thumbnail of a screen That scrapes away your dream. Its just this man. Taking what he needs From the store room. Its not the news of burning towns That ruins your mind Like a spool you turn and you turn But it wont unwind. Though these wars you did not start They dont tear your sleep apart. Its just a man. Taking what he needs From the store room. And now this woman by your side Well shes asleep And theres nothing you can give her And theres nothing you want to keep. You dont even try to prove that the noise Is neighbors making love. Its just a man. Taking what he needs From the store room. Well go to sleep and change the locks When you wake up Share your toast maybe Spill some coffee from your cup. Oh theres nothing left to choose And there is so much more to loose. Theres this man. Taking what he needs From the store room. Its not the wind that keeps you up Its not the snow Its not the moon Coming like a headlight Through your window. Its not the thumbnail of a screen That scrapes away your dream. Its just a man. Taking what he needs From the store room. Its not the news of burning towns That ruins your mind Like a spool you turn and you turn But wont unwind. No these wars you did not start They dont tear your sleep apart. Its just a man. Taking what he needs From the store room. And now the woman by your side Well shes awake But theres nothing you can give her And theres nothing you want to take. You dont even try to prove that the noise Is neighbors making love. Its just a man. Taking what he needs From the store room. Oh go to sleep and change the locks When you wake up Share your toast maybe Spill a little coffee from your cup. Hes got nothing left to choose And youve got so much more to loose. Its just a man. Taking what he needs From the store room.

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La chanson évoque une lutte intérieure face à l’angoisse et aux préoccupations du quotidien. Elle décrit une nuit perturbée, où des éléments extérieurs comme le vent ou la neige ne sont pas responsables de l’insomnie. C’est plutôt un homme qui s’empare de ce dont il a besoin dans un espace de rangement, symbolisant peut-être des désirs ou des souvenirs. Dans ce récit, il est également question de relations humaines, mettant en avant une femme endormie à côté de lui, soulignant la distance qui peut exister même auprès des êtres chers. Les nouvelles du monde, les guerres, et les tracas quotidiens semblent impuissants à déchirer leur paix nocturne. L'idée que l'on a souvent l'impression d'une perte inévitable, malgré toutes les circonstances, s'inscrit comme un fil rouge dans ces paroles. La simplicité des échanges au petit matin, comme partager un toast, contraste avec les préoccupations plus profondes qui hantent l’esprit.

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