Hallelujah - one more time with feeling
Posted on Mar 31st, 2008
by
Sanjuro
Playing with my new headphones, hmm very different mix to the speakers, so go set up the equaliser in itunes: how does Stevie Ray's 'Wall of Denial' sound, wooww too much bass, now lets try some Balligomingo 'falling', cellos a bit tiny where is its whole voice?... tweak a little more. Now, oh yeah, Jeff Buckley...
And so he sighs, and picks that telecaster, and it builds...
Its new Jeff. My little headphones have illuminated Jeff, they have brought him back right into my mind, I can commune with Jeff in a whole new intimate way, I am there with him, he breathes anew, he lifts me up with him to that place beyond sound.
I had to check, do I have some other version, how come it sounds so very clear and present? No, its just the new aural perspective. A new window into someone whom I, and everyone else I know, will know, and will not know, loves. Isn't life spectacular sometimes. A little shift in perspective, and a whole new world opens...
And what does he sing so sweetly, what does he breath into soul...
Words of course by Leonard Cohen
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 fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
and 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...
well baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
y'know 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...
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 ya
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 somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
And so he sighs, and picks that telecaster, and it builds...
Its new Jeff. My little headphones have illuminated Jeff, they have brought him back right into my mind, I can commune with Jeff in a whole new intimate way, I am there with him, he breathes anew, he lifts me up with him to that place beyond sound.
I had to check, do I have some other version, how come it sounds so very clear and present? No, its just the new aural perspective. A new window into someone whom I, and everyone else I know, will know, and will not know, loves. Isn't life spectacular sometimes. A little shift in perspective, and a whole new world opens...
And what does he sing so sweetly, what does he breath into soul...
Words of course by Leonard Cohen
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 fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
and 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...
well baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
y'know 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...
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 ya
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 somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...

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