Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah!

Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this :
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
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 Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah...

(Yeah but) Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, (You know)
I used to live alone before I knew ya
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah 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

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah


Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
And 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


Ouvi tocar, sem repetir, fluiram palavras e significados que ainda hoje não percebo, soltaram-se sons que custam a ouvir...a suavidade de melodias e vogais tristes ao passar pelos ouvidos surdos. Era só mais um, um trovador inconsciente e desmoralizado, sentimental e artistico, tocou numa folha com dois dedos, desenhou a perfeita composição, com lápis sem borracha, trespareceu a perfeita sinfonia para todos os sentidos. Eu não o conhecia, não sabia que existia nem que vivia, não sabia que cantava nem que escrevia..senti a presença da sua voz dentro de mim, depois de sentir pela primeira vez aquela voz berrante e ao mesmo tempo limpida. Se gritar mais ainda, menos me vão ouvir, quanto mais ouvir, menos me vão compreender. Acreditar, perder a vontade de chorar mas porquê? Era este som, soltava-se no ar um Hallelujah que rompia o ambiente transloucado que circulava à minha volta.
Toca, toca e toca, imortal e vertiginosa melodia que me arrasta.