Hey zus,
Hier de langere tekst die Jeff Buckley zingt op de CD "Mystery White Boy" waarvan ik de trotse bezitter ben ;-)
Aangekocht destijds, jawel, voor de song Hallelujah.
Bitterzoet, bloedmooi en ik krijg het nog altijd niet uitgezongen zonder krop in de keel en natte ogen.
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
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...
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...
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
Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head
And as i climb into an empty bed - oh well, enough said
I know it's over still i cling, i don't know where else i can go, over and over...
Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head
See the sea it wants to take me, the knife wants to slit (cut) me
Do you think you can help me?
Sad veiled bride please be happy - handsome groom give her room
Loud loutish lover treat her kindly though she needs you
More than she loves you - and i know it's over - still i cling
I don't know where else i can go - over and over.....
Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh mother, i can feel the soil falling over my head
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...
09-06-2010 om 18:39
geschreven door zusje B.
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