I was listening to the radio the other day and this song started to play. It was as if the song was speaking to me in such a way that it was about me. I wanted a chance to clarify/expand.
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?
I care, I really do. Really. I care, but not in that way I’m afraid.
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
We had a noisy major lift at work. It was mainly used to transport large objects from the fourth to the fifth floor. I wouldn’t call it a musical composition.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
In my defense, I just wanted some fresh air. Not like it lasted long. She was quick to leave once she noticed me. I was mainly interested at how she was able to get all that plumbing up there anyway. I did later tell her it might not be the best thing to be bathing outside in mid-January. It gets real cold.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Well, it didn’t happen in that order. Again, I want to set the record straight on this one. I had asked her to give me a hair cut. So that’s no big deal. But after that it got weird. IKEA never carried that kitchen chair again and that was my last bottle of hallelujah. I had been saving it for a while. It was one crazy night. If she had never asked me what I thought of the hair cut, I would have never told her.
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
Nothing much changed after I knew you either. Still alone – but my furniture is a lot safer now.
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
More like a death march, or a parade. A parade that veers off the designated path. Even the people leading it don’t know where it’s headed. Like that. And oh, it’s broken alright. I will never get that kitchen chair back. There are some things that even super glue can’t bond.
There was a time you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
Not after that bathing incident anyway.
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
You know, I don’t even remember that. Were we drunk?
Maybe there’s a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
Yeah, so don’t even try. I’ve been making regular trips to the shooting range… ever since that tying up incident.
It’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Yes, the hair cut was that bad.