Leonard Cohen: "Love Is Not A Victory March"

I have always loved Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah.

But not sung by him.

I like it sung by Rufus Wainwright, and I love it sung by Jeff Buckley.

The interpretations, though, are held together by the incredible lyric and the composition.

Something Cohen can be relied on for and why he supports covers like the gorgeous and graceful Madeleine Peyroux so successfully.

He grounds music in something so fundamental.

No bull and where its bull, its self-aware.

His lyric works hard to claim for itself a truth.

I feel nostalgia for things I haven't been through, because he talks to a feeling or a thing plainly enough to involve me.

Hallelujah – Leonard Cohen (from Leonard Cohen Live in Concert)

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

Hallelujah (chorus)

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in 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 halleujah

Hallelujah (chorus)

Maybe I've 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 (chorus)

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 (chorus)

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
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

Hallelujah (chorus)

I've Come To Take You Home

Driving through the beauty of Nature's Valley today, re-visiting a home of my own, I heard Diana Ferrus read her moving poem to Sarah Baartman on local radio.

A poem for Sarah Baartman
By Diana Ferrus

“I’ve come to take you home –
home, remember the veld?
the lush green grass beneath the big oak trees
the air is cool there and the sun does not burn.
I have made your bed at the foot of the hill,
your blankets are covered in buchu and mint,
the proteas stand in yellow and white
and the water in the stream chuckle sing-songs
as it hobbles along over little stones.

I have come to wretch you away –
away from the poking eyes
of the man-made monster
who lives in the dark
with his clutches of imperialism
who dissects your body bit by bit
who likens your soul to that of Satan
and declares himself the ultimate god!

I have come to soothe your heavy heart
I offer my bosom to your weary soul
I will cover your face with the palms of my hands
I will run my lips over lines in your neck
I will feast my eyes on the beauty of you
and I will sing for you
for I have come to bring you peace.

I have come to take you home
where the ancient mountains shout your name.
I have made your bed at the foot of the hill,
your blankets are covered in buchu and mint,
the proteas stand in yellow and white –
I have come to take you home
where I will sing for you
for you have brought me peace.”

Where Do You Go To My Lovely?

Peter Sarstedt
Top of The Pops
1969

Also featured in the excellent Darjeeling Limited (Wes Anderson), 2007.