Thoughts from Portugal …
Last night I was complimented on my singing.
It’s a very rare occasion.
My internal music system is like lift music. Not much thought and always on in the background.
Last night I had the song “Hallelujah” by Leonard Cohen in my head. We were in a restaurant enjoying overcooked fish. And, as the gentle conversation breathed and paused, my internal and external music became one – much as happens in the shower – except much quieter (I thought). Leonard Cohen does not demand vocal excellence.
It was an odd feeling being complimented on what I thought only mine.
And this morning the guessed lyrics I was humming last night sent me googling. And I found them. They are ambiguous. They can be interpreted. They can be edited. There seems to be no definitive version.
And along the way I found this –
(have a read, I will wait until you come back)
Hello again …
Because as I was reading that article, He whispered this with a chuckle …
“How church culture wore out God Soft Hands Jesus’s “Hallelujah””
Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen