| | Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen | |
| | I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your faith was strong, but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you; She tied you to a kitchen chair, She broke your throne, she cut your hair, And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Baby, I've been here before I know this room, I've walked this floor I used to live alone before I knew you I've seen your flag on the marble arch Love is not a victory march It's cold and it is a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah There was a time you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show it to me, do you? Remember when I moved in you? And the Holy Ghost was moving too! And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you; It's not a cry that you hear at night It's not somebody who's seen the light It's a cold and it is a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah |
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Random thoughts, riling emotion
There is a line I remember from the movie "As Good as it Gets" where Jack's character is asked, "do you have any control at all over just how crazy you are going to allow yourself to get?" or something to that effect...I really do wonder...do we have control over such things, and if so, how much? I pray so, but there are times that I fear the outside world creeping in and I wonder what kind of control will be exerted upon me before I'm done...
I have always, from the time I can remember having consciousness, had the absolutely unabashed desire in my soul to sing, to pass music through my lips, to breath words with such emotion as to share with my voice and all that I feel from the depths of my being with all and any who would listen, even if it is only me...alas, my musical talent is negligible at best. This leaves the written word...the impact can still be just as powerful, but it can be much harder to obtain an audience, as the eyes do not hear, and the brain must comprehend before it can feel, whereas with music, it is enough to simply hear the chords of a well composed verse and the heart feels. Oh yes, it surely feels...
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