Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift

"Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have 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 by Leonard Cohen, performed by Rufus Wainwright


How can anyone write such great songs?

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