By Alexander Carpenter
This is one of my favorite songs. In light of our multifaceted discussion which at times intersected with Sabbath (thanks Johnny), it's good to sit back and receive that cap of creation that reminds us of our shared creaturehood. That good ol' sanctuary in time with God. Sabbath hallelujahs to you -- good readers and commenters. First Leonard Cohen, then Jeff Buckley, then Rufus Wainwright.
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? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in 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
Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have 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 its a broken Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know whats really 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
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at http://spectrummagazine.org/node/4222