Please Pardon Me While I Have a Moment Here...

Hallelujah, by Jeff Buckley

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?

Well it goes like this:
the fourth,
the fith,
The minor fall and the major lift;
The baffled king composing "Hallelujah."

Hallelujah... hallelujah...
Hallelujah... hallelujah...

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the rooof.
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.

She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne
And she cut your hair,
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah.

Hallelujah... hallelujah...
Hallelujah... hallelujah...

Baby, I've been here before.
I've seen this room
And I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
But love is not a victory march.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Hallelujah... hallelujah...
Hallelujah... hallelujah...

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below;
But now you never show that to me do you?

But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too,
And every breath we drew was hallelujah.

Well maybe there's a God above,
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.

It's not a cry that you hear at night.
It's not sombody who's seen the light.
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Hallelujah... hallelujah...
Hallelujah... hallelujah...


Thanks, y'all. It was one of those cathartic needed-a-good-cry kind of things.

Now that little depressing bit is done, I'm going to find some stream somewhere on the web where it's All Nickelback All the Time. Or Alice Cooper's Poison.

That ought to take the edge off.