Artists G – L

hallelujah

Thursday, April 17th, 2008

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
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

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, 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

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu…
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu…
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah

(Originally by Leonard Cohen. Buckley’s version is my favorite of all the covers I’ve heard.)

karen by night

Sunday, March 30th, 2008

Karen, she’s my boss at the shoe store
We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue
I come in late from Brooklyn on the F train
Karen says “honey, make this your last time”
But we like her, she’s firm but approachable
Dresses in style, pretty conservative
We ask her, “hey, come out with us after work”
Karen, she always declines

And we talk about
Karen by night
We imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat and a book by her side
We know her by day but we don’t know
Karen by night

In the stockroom searching for a 9B
I overheard Karen whisper on the phone
She said, “Meet me at the club
There’s a shipment coming in
And I can’t pull this one off alone”
Well, I didn’t know what to think
Was my mind playing tricks?
Was there more to this Karen then realized?
I had to know, so I followed her home
I could not believe my eyes

And then I saw
Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Karen by night

Saw her leaning on the bar with a drink in hand
And a cigarette dangling from her bright red lips
She looked like she was looking for someone
Like she was looking for a fight
Then a young blonde buck walked in
She grabbed him by the collar
Kissed him hard on the mouth
And slapped him on the cheek
Then I thought she spied me in the corner of her eye
So I ran outside, but all night all I could think about was
Karen by night

The next morning, I’m late as usual
Karen’s there fresh as a daisy
She says with a smile, “You look like hell
And where you last night?”

Karen by night
Imagine she must lead a very dull life
With just a cat or a book by her side
We know her by day but we don’t know…
Karen by night
The leather comes out under the moonlight
Takes off her Chanel and hops on her bike
Looking like Marlon Brando
Looking like young Marlon Brando
Wish I could be more like
Karen by night

Looking like young Marlon Brando
Not like the old fat Marlon Brando in “Apocalypse Now”
Karen by night
Karen by night

cubically contained

Saturday, March 8th, 2008

Good for me, for a time
All hell’s cubically contained
Staunched and bottled
Pressed and altered
And at the ready for the reins

The first tiny little shadows
Of my creepy little thoughts
Inhabit all that matters
And I lose by default

And I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again

I set a dozen 12-step traps,
They’ve slid by every one
I never catch the little bastards
I really do wish that they’d own up

Those paranoid little fuckers
Take their paranoid little time
And when the mood rolls in
They’re bank-robbin’
And I’m a hostage who will drive

And I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise, never promise, never promise
Anything again, anything again
Never promise, never promise
Anything again, anything again
Never promise, anything again

Now I can only do so much
And I will never deviate
I hear myself take a deep breath
And think I must’ve wanted it this way

I remember all those little traps
I could not keep them in place
They were never stationed anywhere
They were terrorized and maimed

So tonight I’ve set a vigil
And my shadow’s all that’s cast
And the iron that’s encased it
Is doing all that one could ask

And I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again
I’ll never promise anything again, anything again
Never promise anything again
Never promise anything again, anything again
Never promise anything again

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