There's something magical about sitting down here in my basement with the lights dimmed and listening to Jeff Buckley sing "Hallelujah". The house is otherwise quiet right now and that makes this song feel so much more powerful. Just his voice and a guitar.
Although "Hallelujah" was written by Leonard Cohen, Jeff Buckley really makes it his own.
It's so haunting, and sad. It's as if he's longing, reaching for a memory that's just beyond his reach. He can see it and almost touch it but it's only a memory. It's not tangible. He can't hold it in his hands and press it to his chest. He can't press it to his lips. He can't savor its touch.
He can only watch. He can only remember.

-Memory was given to mortals so that they might have roses in December.

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