Thursday, October 13, 2016

Halle-freakin'-lujah: this one's for you, Bob





For Bob Dylan: on winning the Nobel Prize for Literature

I hear you won the Nobel Prize
The trophy goes with your blue eyes
But you don’t care too much for trophies, do ya?
I heard your thunder at my door
You shook the beams and cracked the floor
And woke me with a howling Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

You wrote some songs, you wrote them well
You cored my soul and gave me hell
It made me quiver when I listened to ya.
We sang your songs down by the lake
The loons all cried like William Blake
And flamed the sky in shining hallelujah.

Hallelujah.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

I can’t say why I feel this way
You’ve been my brother all the way
It hurts when this much truth is blowin’ through ya.
You said the things I could not say
The pain will never go away
A blazing sad refrain of Hallelujah 

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah




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