Dags för Leonard Cohen igen

Leonard cohen 

Denne man heter Leonard Cohen. Jag tror att det är dags för mig att återuppta min bekantskap med honom. Det var så länge sen jag hörde honom. Nu när man hör var och varannan person sjunga hans suveräna låtar utan att de unga ens vet vem han är så inser man att det är hög tid att belysa hans genialitet.  I Shrek har de med hans sång Hallelujah. Det är dock inte Cohen som sjunger. Han sjunger den på ett helt annat sätt. Mycket bättre förstås.

Jag känner mig nästan otrogen mot hårdrocken nu när jag börjat flörta med en lugnare stil. Först var det Bob Dylan, sen Anthony and the Johnsons och nu Leonard Cohen. Inte mycket aggressivitet där inte. Säg inte att jag håller på att bli vuxen!

Hallelujah
by Leonard Cohen

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


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

Baby, I've 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,
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken 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?
I remember when I moved in you,
and the holy dove was moving, too,
and every breath we drew was Hallelujah!


Now maybe there's a God above,
but all I ever learned from love
is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
And it's no complaint you hear tonight,
and it's not some pilgrim who's seen the light—
it's a cold and it's a lonely 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


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







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