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

Thursday, October 13, 2016

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

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

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