Post by xunpredictablel on Feb 12, 2010 22:30:34 GMT -5
|Title| A Tribute to the Fair Alicia
|Rating| PG
|Notes| I figured it was needed? and although she might not read it for ages, i figured it was well worth the try... And hopefully well appreciated? Okay, about the italicized parts, that's the song Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright (again, not the original) and I had to give him credit because he sings it so damn 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 you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift
A Baffled King composing Hallelujah-
A woman due a miracle -
with angels near her back.
Made a site to cherish on,
and fight the demons back.
She struggles through like all of us,
and questions how to live.
A role-model to the best of us,
for she answers how she lives.
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 Hallelujah-
And though she does not know of it -
the answers that she seeks.
She does her best to promise us
the relief that we so seek.
Holding fast to all she has and-
O! The fleeting, soulful relief.
O! the reaching sorrow well -
We’ll carry you here well.
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.
Perhaps it is not great enough,
to speak of her in art .
I know if she could cherish this,
she’d hold it to her heart -
Would she read these words of solemnity
and pride in who she is,
Would she speak them aloud and would they
trace her lips?
Stone is what she thinks, but -
O! but sweet is our bitterness.
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 dark was moving too...
And every breath we drew was
Hallelujah-
Hold her in the highest esteem,
for me, impressed, is not easily held.
Broken through the hopeless accord
for some sense of something well?
I know her not - not her sense of self,
but all the while I find in her
A mirror to myself?
A mirror held in time.
Maybe there’s a God above,
but all I’ve ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
And 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-
I wish ‘t were as such
to help her up the mountains.
But I cannot stumble down the valleys.
I wish it were as such to
honor her, I wish it were as such enough,
but sorrow stronger than I.
I hope to find a way, somehow,
to heat her heart in the storm.
For there’s someone here that
Cherishes you.
And sometimes, that’s stronger,
stronger even than sorrow.
Hallelujah.
|Rating| PG
|Notes| I figured it was needed? and although she might not read it for ages, i figured it was well worth the try... And hopefully well appreciated? Okay, about the italicized parts, that's the song Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright (again, not the original) and I had to give him credit because he sings it so damn 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 you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift
A Baffled King composing Hallelujah-
A woman due a miracle -
with angels near her back.
Made a site to cherish on,
and fight the demons back.
She struggles through like all of us,
and questions how to live.
A role-model to the best of us,
for she answers how she lives.
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 Hallelujah-
And though she does not know of it -
the answers that she seeks.
She does her best to promise us
the relief that we so seek.
Holding fast to all she has and-
O! The fleeting, soulful relief.
O! the reaching sorrow well -
We’ll carry you here well.
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.
Perhaps it is not great enough,
to speak of her in art .
I know if she could cherish this,
she’d hold it to her heart -
Would she read these words of solemnity
and pride in who she is,
Would she speak them aloud and would they
trace her lips?
Stone is what she thinks, but -
O! but sweet is our bitterness.
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 dark was moving too...
And every breath we drew was
Hallelujah-
Hold her in the highest esteem,
for me, impressed, is not easily held.
Broken through the hopeless accord
for some sense of something well?
I know her not - not her sense of self,
but all the while I find in her
A mirror to myself?
A mirror held in time.
Maybe there’s a God above,
but all I’ve ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
And 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-
I wish ‘t were as such
to help her up the mountains.
But I cannot stumble down the valleys.
I wish it were as such to
honor her, I wish it were as such enough,
but sorrow stronger than I.
I hope to find a way, somehow,
to heat her heart in the storm.
For there’s someone here that
Cherishes you.
And sometimes, that’s stronger,
stronger even than sorrow.
Hallelujah.