lord of song
(and maybe there's a god above

but all i ever learned from love

was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you)




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Posted on: Saturday, July 4, 2009
Posted at: 11:23 PM
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
























honestly when I saw a excerpt stanza of one of Leonard Cohen's songs, I truly, with all of my heart thought him a poet.

Not a musician.

[it's just that the perfect blend of both is such a insanely rare find.]


...I gotta go search up that song tomorrow.

11:25! I've learned last night that all-nighters are not so good cos' mom always wakes you up when you want five more minutes (always five more minutes), so after reading chapter 18 of Devil's Trill (which...will amount to eighteen chapters that I've read today) I'll to go bed.



goodnight kittens? (or kuppies? Suddenly kuppies sounds much more endearing.)