Efsane olmak bambaşka da yaşarken efsane olabilmek daha bir başka sanki. Bundan daha da güzel olanı da sanırım bizlerin bu efsanelerin yaşadıkları dönemlerde yaşayıp onların yaptıklarına tanık olma şansında olmamız.

İşte Nick Cave de o yaşayan ve yaptıklarına tanık olma şansında olduğumuz efsanelerden biri. Hani şimdiki gençlerin ota boka söyledikleri "karizma" lafının gerçek anlamda vücut bulduğu bir adam.

Haftanın Şarkısı gibi bir bölüm yapıp da Nick Cave'i es geçmek de olmazdı diyerek bu hafta kendisinin en sevdiğim eserlerinden olan Hallelujah şarkısına yer vermek istedim.

Aslında dün koyacaktım şarkıyı ve videoyu ama Vimeo yüklediğim videoyu epey gecikmeli olarak hazır hale getirince bugüne kaldı. Yeri gelmişken çok iddialı başladığım ama 3 film yazıp nadasa bıraktığım kişisel beğenilerimden oluşan "Son 20 Yılın En İyi 100 Filmi" serisine bu hafta geri döneceğimi de belirteyim.

Haftanın Şarkısı Nick Cave&The Bad Seeds'den geliyor :

Hallelujah

On the first day of May I took to the road
I'd been staring out the window most of the morning
I'd watched the rain claw at the glass
And a vicious wind blew hard and fast
I should have taken it as a warning
As a warning As a warning
As a warning

I'd given my nurse the weekend off
My meals were ill prepared
My typewriter had turned mute as a tomb
And my piano crouched in the corner of my room
With all its teeth bared
All its teeth bared All its teeth bared
All its teeth bared.

Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

I left my house without my coat
Something my nurse would not have allowed
And I took the small roads out of town
And I passed a cow and the cow was brown
And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud
Like a shroud Like a shroud
Like a shroud

There rose before me a little house
With all hope and dreams kept within
A woman's voice close to my ear
Said, "Why don't you come in here?"
"You looked soaked to the skin"
Soaked to the skin Soaked to the skin
Soaked to the skin

Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah

I turned to the woman and the woman was young
I extended a hearty salutation
But I knew if my nurse had been here
She would never in a thousand years
Permit me to accept that invitation
Invitation That invitation
That invitation

Now, you might think it wise to risk it all
Throw caution to the reckless wind
But with her hot cocoa and her medication
My nurse had been my one salvation
So I turned back home
I turned back home I turned back home
Singing my song

Hallelujah
The tears are welling in my eyes again
Hallelujah
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Hallelujah
And twenty pretty girls to carry
them down
Hallelujah
And twenty deep holes to bury them in
Hallelujah
The tears are welling in my eyes again
Hallelujah
I need twenty big buckets to catch them in
Hallelujah
And twenty pretty girls to carry them down
Hallelujah
And twenty deep holes to bury them in