14 julio 2008


A quien cree que "una brizna de hierba no es menor que la senda que recorren los astros", con cariño whitmaniano y devoción cósmica...

(canta Allison Crowe)

"It's, as I say, a desire to affirm my faith in life, not in some formal religious way but with enthusiasm, with emotion.... It's a rather joyous song." (Leonard Cohen, autor de la canción)

4 comentarios:

Caronte dijo...

Now 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, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have 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
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, 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

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, 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

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

CRISTINA dijo...

También escribió Whitman:

"...debemos estar un rato juntos: me desnudo y me llevas muy lejos de la costa,

arrúllame y durmiendo al vaivén de tus olas,

salpícame de espuma enamorada, que yo sabré pagarte..."

Un beso, lleno de insomnio y de aleluyas.

JLO dijo...

sorry no se q comentar ja... no se nada de Allison ni de Cohen...

pero lo q vale es la intencion!


Cuando el arte ataque
Prince solo Prince
Boca y Huracán

Caminante (El chico que camina) dijo...

A mí la versión que me encanta es la de Jeff Buckley.