Now 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 and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah
This song will play at my wedding, my children's' births and weddings, and my death. Only Leonard Cohen could compose something that could be classified as the world's best funeral/wedding/birth/death song. Not even in my wildest dreams would I attempt to take credit for this one. PS> Check out the Sexy Version, circa 1988.
2 comments:
Props definitely go to Lenny, but I have to admit that the Jeff Buckley version is, by far, my favourite. The sexiest, the most breathtaking, the most beautiful.
Second to that is the sound of my own Non-Sexual Domestic Life Partner and I rocking out on a lazy Sunday morning pre-brunch.
chh.chhh.chh...changes!
I'm a sucker for the biblical references (like only Dylan and Cohen seem to do so effortlessly). However, I would agree that the sexy version is pretty good in that Rob Thomas, sleazy-but-good-sexual-awakening-kind-of-way. Do shed a tear and a moment of silence for the program we used to know and love and for the way the characters have moved on and gotten knocked up like only we knew they would.
Lazy Sunday David Bowie, I'll bite.
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