Hallelujah (Jeff Buckley)

And so then now why wouldn’t you
Make your own cover version
Nothing of you hidden or given away
By you singing someone else’s song
Not by the words that is
But boy oh boy
What heart-wrenching longing
What tearful soul-suspended despair

For you your minor key was anything but
Heavy with the blanket of a lover’s ache
Heavier with the futility of a lover’s loss
Yes you took yourself to anywhere but
Into those rooms where fools and devils roam
Into those spaces for the almost silent
Except, yes except you heard your own cry
A cry which carried itself into the vast deafness

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Ship Of Fools (Robert Plant)

No one is here now
No one at all to disarm
The seas they are clear now
And soon so soon there will be calm
But first a raucous adventure
Some way beyond the gales
A theatre for rolling and rocking
And for ably going off the rails

No one was there though
No one to hold nor to charm
The tide turned ever so slow
As lips without the curing balm
But yes there was a naughtiness
In so deep it was a new way to fail
The novelty of such intense haughtiness
For a time it matured but then too went stale

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I’m Losing My Mind (Liza Minelli)

Hide away your Lazarus
Your hopes of slight refrain
Cover up your own ambition
With thoughts of nought or nought to gain
Obscure them with the obscurity
That certainty of knowing how to stain
Become purer than pure with such a surety
From the flowing of the flowing of the grain

Don’t you go steal the highlights
On the darkness of the turn
Rather be hidden by the street fights
The starkness through which we learn
Move onwards then endways to your ending
Satisfied with your rustle in the bushes
Rather than it be the opening night
After the final shuffling of the royal flushes

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I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For (U2)

I scathe at the indifference
Beside myself with rage
I crawl with stiff resistance
To forge words on the page
The lathe of love once turned
I remember to this very day
Those hot-ache cokes that burned
To fire the kilns of clay

Hide away then the inference
There’s more which I wish to claim
In this league of subsistence
The desire is mine to aim
So my dear once more to flower
Before the time to go on stage
I write for the coliseum’s power
Of that pastoral present age

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Seasons In The Sun (Jacques Brel And Rod McKuen)

I spoke of the truth
Yet so so few did receive me
I crossed out the lies
Which tried so so hard to deceive me
I sang the song that I saw
And oh, oh how time raced along
I was you see as I was before
And oh, oh how the passions raged among

Yet guilt was always close on by
As those cold unbeholden no-no words surfaced
I never was so so foolishly unwise
With absolutely no certainty of purpose
Today it is the Cherry Blossom
Blowing low, wafting low on the breeze
The equanimity of you and you, my possum
Whose lower than low esteem I had to leave

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