it's a cold and it's a broken hallalujia
I could love. I hear reaching out in secret words the calls of someone near but far.
I could love- what little heart I could sparkle in exchange for the tears in my lap.
Flawed, that love would be as i am a broken hallalujia. Intermittant as a fleeing Kitsuni, fox tail flash through fog, but aways there.
It has always been the spirit that grabs me, the mind that sings to me...
I ask alike things, someone who gets the back and forth of my own self torture- the artist soul spirit heart who falls intencely into elated dispare one day, then is AOK the next day.
Gardens in the night mixed with headphones locking me into my studio to bleed my soul faint.
Someone safe enough to be unsafe with, unsafe enough to be strong with, the black and white yin and yang forever spinning in spiral.
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hallalujia from leonard cohen is my favorite
ReplyDeleteI found this interesting bit on it;
Two substantially different versions of the song:
The lyrics from Leonard Cohen's 1984 album Various Positions tell the story of the musically adept King David from the Hebrew Scriptures (Second Samuel Chapter 11 and following). David saw Bathsheba (a married woman) on the roof nearby, committed adultery with her, and lost a great deal because of it ('broke your throne' and 'cut your hair', the latter an allusion to Delilah cutting Samson's hair so that he became weak). Her drawing from the king's lips the "Hallelujah" could be seen as a praise to God for this woman, or for the release of orgasm, or for something else.
The following line about taking God's name in vain (breaking one of the commandments), and the differentiating between the 'Holy or the broken Hallelujah' is tied to how one interprets the word drawn from the lips of the king. Is it the Holy Hallelujah, the rejoicing praise of the righteous one, or the broken Hallelujah, the perhaps hypocritical praise of one who is grieving over sin committed in secret but which is now revealed, or the penitent one who feels guilt and shame, but still comes to God who is merciful. David says that it all went wrong, but that he will still stand before God and sing Hallelujah.
The lyrics from Cohen's 1988 album Cohen Live tell a different story. It appears that a relationship has gone bad. The singer is again alone after a happy time together ('when you let me know what was going on in you', and 'when every breath was Hallelujah') but that time has passed. All the singer has learned is how to shoot someone after being outdrawn, meaning, I suspect, the singer has been left. The singer isn't complaining about what has been learned from love, or bragging about having seen the light. The singer is singing a cold and broken hallelujah, again, before the Lord of Song. Whether its a bitter or a penitent Hallelujah is left to the listener to decide
"Hallelujah"
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
Baby 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 really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was 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, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah