2003-09-13 09:00:42 (UTC)

broken hallelujah

i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah


well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah


baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah


well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

well, 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's a broken hallelujah


thats jeff buckley, (a leonard cohen cover). whom ive never
listened to before, i
got his cd because more than one person told me i'd like
him, and i do, especially this here song. i wish i could
get his voice, tempo, guitar into it. all the 'you's he
says as "ya" and it makes it sound so simple, innocent,
pleasnt rhyming. i sometimes worry . i worry about artists,
mainly musicians, and poets, and certain writers , that
they create drama aroud them. they create this drama so
they have something to write about. or they feel much more
deeply than your average person does, they want to feel the
whole range of emotions and sometimes i think that has an
unrealistic tick to it.its not really love they are
feeling, its not really hate, but if songs like this can
come of that, words like this , then i think then it doesnt
really matter , if you can make something from your emotion
so beautiful, that other people can also feel, if you can
pluck some strings in someone elses heart and brain, i
think maybe that nullifies all questions of reality.

i worry about things like this tho. i worry how best to
live. i sometimes dont take my camera around with me
anymore because i didnt like seeing the world in pictures.
i wanted to just live, just breathe. i am still working on
that life/art balance.

'but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah '

lordy, that is the best description of making love i've
ever heard.
and i realize this song might be about love gone bad, but i
still think thats a great way to describe love, even when
its good: broken hallelujah.

theres nothing thats purely perfect, perfectly pure. and
theres nothing wrong with that.