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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...


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

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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