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"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be? ... You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream! If that there King was to wake you'd go out -- bang! -- just like a candle!"

"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make so much noise."

"Well it's no use your talking about waking him when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Halleluja

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 halleluja

halleluja
halleluja
halleluja
halleluja

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 halleluja

halleluja
halleluja
halleluja
halleluja

maybe 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 halleluja

halleluja
halleluja
halleluja
halleluja

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?

remember when i moved in you
the holy dark was moving too
and every breath we drew was halleluja

halleluja
halleluja
halleluja
halleluja

maybe theres a god above
and all i ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

and its not a cry you can hear at night
its not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken halleluja

halleluja
halleluja
halleluja
halleluja




This, friends, is poetry.

"and what is the use of a book...without pictures or conversations?"


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