Well, the bells out in the church tower chime, Burning clues into this heart of mine.

Artist- Jeff Buckley
Song of the day- Last Goodbye

The song that ignited my passion for Jeff Buckley was the first time I heard today's song. I couldn't wait to seem him live, somehow get him to fall in love with me and force him to sing to me forever. Then I soon discovered he had died a tragic mysterious death and so died my short star crossed dream. Yet even in a badly made 90's video and grunge theme,his ability to feel a song and hit those heart quivering notes still translates. Even though he seems to be initiating the goodbye he somehow convincingly makes me feel sad for him. It's about running through all the reasons you don't want to say goodbye but knowing you should do it. Boo to goodbyes, but always yes to Jeff Buckley goodbyes, swoon.



This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die.
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go:
You gave me more to live for,
More than you'll ever know.

Well, this is our last embrace,
Must I dream and always see your face?
Why can't we overcome this wall?
Baby, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all.

Kiss me, please kiss me,
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation.
Oh, you know it makes me so angry 'cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye.

Did you say, "No, this can't happen to me"?
And did you rush to the phone to call?
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind saying,
"Maybe, you didn't know him at all,
you didn't know him at all,
oh, you didn't know"?

Well, the bells out in the church tower chime,
Burning clues into this heart of mine.
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes, and the memories
Offer signs that it's over, it's over.

Love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Artist- Jeff Buckley
Song of the day- Hallelujah

Today's song is perhaps one of the most overly covered songs thus deciding between my two favorite male vocalists of all time; Rufus Wainwright and Jeff Buckley took a while but I'm sure I shall dwell on both in later blogs. I liked Buckley's solo guitar interpertation cuz i feel like it captures a lot of what this song says. I go back to these beautiful lyrics from the masterful Leanord Cohen and grasp something different each time. I've always loved his biblical imagry of the rise and fall and fall and rise of the David but after diving into the story more today it also brought out the multilayered use of the word hallelujah and, how to me, the most beautiful way this worshipful word can ever be sung is from this place of utter brokenness that I think Buckley just oozes out of him. It's the kind of worship David was writing in Psalm 51
"Going through the motions doesn't please you, a flawless performance is nothing to you. I learned God-worship when my pride was shattered. Heart-shattered lives ready for love don't for a moment escape God's notice."

After reading that passage this song took on a whole new meaning. And maybe I just got too goddy for you and went way over your head of caring. But if you're in a broken place today know its a song worth singing and someone can't wait to listen.



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?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

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, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby 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 Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really 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, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah