I'm finding myself more and more relating to odd things lately. I've always liked this song, Hallelujah -for instance. But it seems to mean something different to me than it used to. Something deeper or important? I don't know.
I suppose I'm getting older and realizing things, or maybe I'm just morbid and stuck in my loner-bad-boy artist thing? Which reminds me (speaking of bad-boy artist things) I had a strange thought yesterday. I was getting ready to go out somewhere with Mary and I looked in the mirror at my leather jacket, cool guy shades, thoughtless hair and I thought. " Wow, I'm the guy that your mother warned you about." To which directly followed the thought. "Well, except Mary, because her mother died when she was three." No warnings there huh?
At any rate I’m not sure what that meant? Mary seemed to think I was on to something with it?
These are the lyrics to the song. Leonard Cohen actually wrote it, and sings it but I like this version too. Leonard’s lyrics are probably more apropos to me.
Hallelujah
Rufus Wainwright
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, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe I have 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 a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah