December 23

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

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?
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…

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 her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah…

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 you
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…

there was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
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
all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
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, hallelujah…
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah…
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah

November 30

Our Day Will Come…

Our day will come (Our day will come)
And we’ll have everything
We’ll share the joy
Falling in love can bring
No one can tell me
That I’m too young to know I love you so
And you love me
Our day will come (Our day will come)
If we just wait a while
No tears for us
Think love and wear a smile
Our dreams are meant to be
Because we’ll always stay
In love this way
Our day will come

~~ Amy Winehouse

November 20

Rid of Me… PJ Harvey

Tie yourself to me
No one else, no
You’re not rid of me
No, you’re not rid of me

Night and day I breathe
Hah hah ay hey
You’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me

I beg you my darling
Don’t leave me
I’m hurting

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire

I’ll tie your legs
Keep you against my chest
Oh you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
I’ll make you lick my injuries
I’m gonna twist your head off, see

Till you say don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her

I beg you my darling
Don’t leave me
Cause I’m hurting
I’ve been lonely
Above everything
Above every day
And I’m hurting

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire

Oh you’re not rid of me
No you’re not rid of me
I’ll make you lick my injuries
I’m gonna twist your head off, see

Till you say don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her
Don’t you don’t you wish you never never met her

Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire
Lick my legs and I’m on fire
Lick my legs I’m desire
Lick my legs I’m on fire
Lick my legs and I’m desire

© PJ Harvey

May 29

Love Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

Pablo Neruda

February 14

XVII (I do not love you…)

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

January 9

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little bird

That kept so many warm.

I ‘ve heard it in the chillest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

 

-Emily Dickenson