#Messiah's jubilee

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Messiah’s Jubilee

1 The Spirit of the Lord God is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and freedom to the prisoners; 2 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor, and the day of our God’s vengeance; to comfort all who mourn, 3 to provide for those who mourn in Zion; to give them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, festive oil instead of mourning, and splendid clothes instead of despair. And they will be called righteous trees, planted by the Lord to glorify him. 4 They will rebuild the ancient ruins; they will restore the former devastations; they will renew the ruined cities, the devastations of many generations. 5 Strangers will stand and feed your flocks, and foreigners will be your plowmen and vinedressers.

6 But you will be called the Lord’s priests; they will speak of you as ministers of our God; you will eat the wealth of the nations, and you will boast in their riches. 7 In place of your shame, you will have a double portion; in place of disgrace, they will rejoice over their share. So they will possess double in their land, and eternal joy will be theirs.

8 For I the Lord love justice; I hate robbery and injustice; I will faithfully reward my people and make a permanent covenant with them. 9 Their descendants will be known among the nations, and their posterity among the peoples. All who see them will recognize that they are a people the Lord has blessed.

10 I rejoice greatly in the Lord, I exult in my God; for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation and wrapped me in a robe of righteousness, as a groom wears a turban and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. 11 For as the earth produces its growth, and as a garden enables what is sown to spring up, so the Lord God will cause righteousness and praise to spring up before all the nations. — Isaiah 61 | Christian Standard Bible (CSB) The Christian Standard Bible. Copyright © 2017 by Holman Bible Publishers. All rights reserved. Cross References: Genesis 17:7; Genesis 30:27; 2 Kings 25:12; Job 29:14; Psalm 16:11; Psalm 46:8; Psalm 62:10; Psalm 72:3; Psalm 74:3; Psalm 85:11; Psalm 126:5; Isaiah 14:2; Isaiah 43:5; Matthew 5:4; Matthew 11:5; Matthew 15:13; Luke 4:18-19; 1 Corinthians 3:9; 1 Peter 2:5; 1 Peter 2:9; Revelation 21:2

#The Year of the Lord’s Favor #Messiah's jubilee #Lord #love #justice #faithfulness #covenant #Israel #Isaiah 61 #Book of Isaiah #Old Testament #CSB #Christian Standard Bible #Holman Bible Publishers

[lovecatsys]

I love everything about this

#why is jubilee so tall though #x men #wednesday spoilers #my girl.... #comic liveblog #fav: let me be your messiah

[teatitty]

Fuck it here's some of my favourite Wolvie vs Gambit fight moments

First up: Uncanny X-Men {1963} #273, wherein Gambit is trying to prove himself and Wolverine is sizing him up and also dealing with some jealousy over Gambit's close friendship with Storm, something he does not examine ever lmao

Next up: Same comic as before but #277! Technically this is a fake Skrull Wolverine but it does have Gambit stabbing the fake Wolvie to save Storm and then doing a little callback which is neat :]

In #279-280, Gambit is under the mental control of the Shadow King, leading to a pretty cool fight! This was also the start of the Gambit, Wolvie, Jubilee trio dynamic, which was unfortunately shortlived but very present in the 90's!

Next we got Contest of Champions II from 1999! Just a simple tournament bracket that marvel likes doing now and again where readers got to vote for who they wanted to win

Next we got X-Men: Declassified! This is less them fighting [hologram fuckery] and more just me enjoying the little worry moment here

X-Men [1991] #169 features our crew under quarantine and forced to face some of their own fears! Logan has a bad time and lashes out at Rogue and Gambit but uh. Tucks hair behind ear. The way he grabs Remy's throat is kinda. Yanno

Ultimate X-Men #50 is the first time we see them fight in the Ultimate Universe! The second time is in #53 but we'll get to that [side note: Force of Nature is canon in this universe and they have some cute moments themselves uwu]

And now we get to #53 which has probably my favourite WildCard moment because wow there sure are some ways to interpret it!

Finally we go backk to 616 canon with X-Men [1991] #205! This is part of Messiah Complex and I might've posted it before but fuck it you're getting it again

#long post #I could've included x-men forever 2 #but outside of gambit looking like neo from matrix #there's really nothing interesting about it #man I shoulda done my gambit read on my blog instead of in dm's #there's so many great wildcard moments between them I coulda shared #oh well c'est la vie as they say #wildcard #x men

[orangedodge]

Okay, I have some questions:

1 how old was Dani Moonstar at the time of the, roughly, 2005 New X-Men series, and by extension, M-Day?

2 how old is she supposed to be now?

For the record, a part of me wants to say she was 19 when Elixir became her ward, but I'm not sure. I'm just trying to figure this out for myself.

If you take the in-universe dates and ages at face value, then we know 1) Rahne was 19 during New Mutants vol. 2/Academy X, when she worked as a teaching assistant. 2) Sam was over 21 during New Mutants vol. 3/Utopia (where he's above the California drinking age and it's not presented as a fake ID). Dani and Sam were both 16 when they were introduced, and were between 2 and 3 years older than Rahne. Utopia takes place around a year after Messiah Complex (and therefore both Academy X and M-Day), but that's also a direct reference to the real passage of time in a Marvel comic (always dangerous to trust!), so you could just as well ignore it if you want and have it take place some undisclosed number of months later. Either way Dani ends up being around 21 - 22 when she met Josh, depending on if she has an early or late birthday.

As for her current age in the comics right now... um, honestly she's probably intended to be around the same age, as absurd as that sounds? They've heavily compressed the timeline for Krakoa, so that there would be only two generations of X-Men, and part of the effect of having everyone die and get resurrected at least once is to let them just ignore age differences from here on out. If you look around at the modern comics, Laura (and her age cohort) are treated as the same age as the New Mutants or Jubilee. Xuan is dating a student and no one thinks it's weird. Illyana and Doug are presented as being in the same generation as Teen Cable, who is around the same age as the Stepford sisters and Armor. They're all somewhere nebulously in their early twenties, with the older X-Men (Scott's cohort) all somewhere nebulously around thirty.

Thanks for the question!

#blade-liger-4ever #x-men #comics #asks #comic books #danielle moonstar #new mutants #marvel #if we want to clown ourselves though #and just take all of the 'years' passing between comics as valid #then again you've got a 'year' between New Mutants 2 and 3 #and at least another year between Schism and AvX #and 2 -3 years during Krakoa #and a full year between Gold and Krakoa #so she could realistically be 28+ by now #but the New Mutants are just not treated as though they are almost 30 #and it never really works to treat the stated passage of time #in a marvel comic as cumulative #as opposed to just a relative passage of time within a specific run of comics

[musemash]

THE WORLD'S MOST FAMOUS MISSING PERSON – playlist expanded April 21, 2023 – by David D. Fowler & Aeon 999

Coming soon to an empty tomb near you: JESUS OF NAZARETH, history's most hero-worshipped celebrity! Whether you're a dedicated believer, a devout skeptic, a repentant Calvinist, an honest agnostic, or an aspiring atheist, we welcome you to MFF's 2023 Easter Extravaganza.

As some of you know, we are non-denominational followers of Christ; so we mark both the Western and Eastern celebrations. Today we commemorate the Protestant and Catholic Easter Sunday – and Palm Sunday, as observed by the Orthodox faithful. The latter folks will mark the Resurrection on PASCHA, next Sunday – and then observe Bright Week, their annual homage to the Risen Christ; so for us, these delightfully edifying festivities will last until April 23.  

In honor of this joyful occasion, we offer links to a wide variety of our previous faith-related efforts, from the past decade. We have recently been updating many of these posts – replacing videos that are no longer available; adding some exciting new discoveries; and creating a number of much-improved image galleries. We plan on doing more upgrades between now and the end of Bright Week; accordingly, we invite you to bookmark this page, and revisit the refurbished posts, as this SEASON OF REBIRTH unfolds.  

So without further ado, we hope you will enjoy the many entertaining videos, inspiring paintings, occasionally irreverent comedy, and theological easter eggs at the links listed below. And of course, we are happy to once again affirm the message of Pascha: that the Man Of Sorrows is RISEN INDEED!

MESSIAH’S EASTERTIDE JUBILEE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/681768406446391296/gallery-1-angelic-visitation-2-a-royal-birth-3 THE HOLY SPIRIT TRAVELING IN DISGUISE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/46758040906/messiahs-jubilee-part-1-the-spirit-in-disguise HEATHEN DANCE PARTY IN PURGATORY https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/164579528390/jubilee-part-3-heathen-dance-party-in-purgatory HOPE IS STRONGER THAN DEATH https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/615204082966233088/hope-is-stronger-than-death-revised-updated COLLISIONS OF ALL OUR TRUTHS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/46757984172/messiahs-jubilee-part-2-collisions-of-all-truths SHAPE SHIFTING MASQUES OF REDEMPTION https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/46757919841/messiahs-jubilee-part-3-masques-of-redemption MAKING JOYFUL NOISES UNTO THE LORD https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/46757864172/messiahs-jubilee-part-4-joyful-noises-unto-the THE MANY FACES OF THE CHOSEN ONE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/647516565806399488/the-many-faces-of-the-chosen-one-by-david-d CARAVAGGIO'S GOSPEL DREAM https://omen-tide.weebly.com/caravaggio.html CELEBRATING THE 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/704596366141374464/celebrating-the-25-days-of-christmas-intro-by JOYFUL CHRIST MASS AMID A CATASTROPHIC YEAR https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/638702098005016576/image-gallery-1-a-whovian-christmas-2-gods HAVE YOURSELF AN ORTHODOX LITTLE CHRISTMAS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/672791046078578688/happy-new-year-friends-mff-offers-our-earnest GHOST OF TREASONS PAST https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/671325173472018432/xmas-2021-trilogy-part-1-ghost-of-treasons-past GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PRESENTS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/671325487007776768/xmas-2021-trilogy-part-2-ghost-of-christmas GHOST OF SAVIOR FUTURE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/671325758462083072/xmas-2021-trilogy-part-3-ghost-of-savior-future CONVOY BELIEVERS PLAN FAITH-BASED DISRUPTIONS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/643082140026798081/convoy-part-2-convoy-believers-plan-faith-based TEXAS CRACKS DOWN ON ATWOOD’S HANDMAID https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/670957420354387968/gallery-highlights-from-renee-naults-graphic THE UNCONQUERABLE WAR-TORN SPIRIT OF UKRAINE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/705140353609646080/the-unconquerable-war-torn-spirit-of-ukraine-by APOCALYPSE THEN, NOW, AND LATER https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/38432675169/apocalypse-then-now-and-later-youre-looking-at BANGS & WHIMPERS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/45905290522/bangs-whimpers-or-its-my-karma-ill-die-if JESUS: A TRUE MYTH, OR ATHEIST FAN FICTION? https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/154953263965/jesus-a-true-myth-or-atheist-fan-fiction-by THE STUNNING MONUMENT TO HOLY WISDOM https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/625154444893552640 A NICE & ACCURATE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN & HELL https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/618151917266272256/a-nice-accurate-marriage-of-heaven-hell-this TARKOVSKY’S POETIC CINEMATIC LEGACY https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/47096630230/images-from-the-passion-according-to-andrei FAREWELL TO A FLAMBOYANT FORCE OF NATURE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/617798553728958464/farewell-to-a-flamboyant-force-of-nature-on-the THE GUTSY ARTISTIC ACTIVISM OF NINA PALEY https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/644350474837950464/the-gutsy-artistic-activism-of-nina-paley-by WHEN U2 BULLETED THE ORANGE SKY https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/666735324211429376/resistance-tribute-part-7-when-u2-bulleted-the FUNERAL PYRE OF THE MAGAMERICAN MESSIAH https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/650853914324992000/do-not-listen-to-what-the-prophets-are ANOINTING OF THE DEAR MISLEADER https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/187232171775/ CRUSADE OF THE BAPTIZED FASCISTS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/187232830175/ CULT OF THE DARK LORD TRUMPELTHINSKIN https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/181041393665/ CLAIMING THE GREAT WHITE THRONE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/187232983160/ INVASION OF THE BIBLE SNATCHERS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/41086231312/an-angry-messiah-is-not-a-nice-concept-or-a SAVAGE EPITAPHS FOR THE RELIGIOUS WRONG https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/153445482915/savage-epitaphs-for-the-religious-wrong-by-the GROTESQUE END TIMES PORN NOW MAINSTREAM https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/99606825810/grotesque-end-times-porn-now-mainstream-over BASIL WOLVERTON’S BOOK OF REVELATION https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/184730176240/american-artist-basil-wolverton-was-best-known-for MARC CHAGALL: KING SOLOMON’S SONG OF SONGS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/170887935450/marc-chagall-king-solomons-song-of-songs-by REQUIEM FOR THE MAN OF SORROWS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/646893953770258432/requiem-for-the-savior-by-david-d-fowler-a-most HOLY FIRE OF THE RISEN SAVIOR https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/172718595400/for-millions-of-orthodox-christians-the-holy-fire THE GREATEST STORIES EVER TOLD https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/184290140460/scenes-from-zeffirellis-jesus-of-nazareth-1-the

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Girls with interesting names born in Ohio between 2011-2015 [M & N]

Maclenyn Elizabeth Madam Leeann Madicine Jenee Maeblette Renay Maelyn Viola Rockstar

Magic'Brenda Louise Magnificent'Zaylum Is'Abell Majestik Gail Ann Maleficent Summer Malraeny Willow River

Mandolin Marie Manhattan Mae Marchellesea Angel Renee Mareiohnna Regina-Rocqel Knighmareah Ma'Ryilnn Tavion

Mataylynn Jean Matta'Syn Janiaya Matt'Eanna Lillybee Mattkenzie Jean Mayclyn Faith

Mayhem Kylee Mayverie Cali Leone Mckayidance Yvonne Mckinstry Marynn Melbanie Marie

Merenzley Ellon Merikyle Grayse Merope Jubilee Messiah-Choice Ila-Egyptian Mezmerize Marry Anne

Mi'Angyel Mariah Michaeleena Gennahvieve Carys Michkaylynn Denise Midnyght Avalon Mieanjell Kay

Miette Siouxsanne Wallis Mikaizha Iris Mike'Khaila Miracle Millisun Mae Miracyl Adriana

Missouri Annette Mi'Xaunna Lee Amor Mizerionia De'Iveonia Mnemosyne Amaya Moe'Lena Damerra Keyera

Mo-Hogany Leigh Mon'Evaeh Madeline Grace Montana Snow Montre'Al Lamea Adore Morning-Star Bloom

Morticia Xzaiyla Moxy Rosebud Musique Alexzandria Myaieria Avrianna Myhi'Leigha Kayasia-Renee

Myrakol Alaynah Myrilandel Jane Mysaliere Cristione-Samaree' Mystery Gene

Nakaree Darnece Na'Ledge Onai Di'Vine Nashtalie Elian Nature Ayana Naudyica Nicole

Navilinne Rosa Nebula Lydia Star Nellavene Patricia Adalyn Mae Nelson Virginia Nemesis Wynter

Nemysys Rose-Marie Ni'Vaughn Divine Angelofmine Noahly Chanel Noble Brooklyn Norma Jean Marilyn

November-Key Cheyenne No'Vmbre' Elizabeth Sandra Ann Nox Thomasine N'Xya Amaree Nyeiayhlah Lewisiannah-Colandreah

Nymeria Lily'Anne Marie Nyneave Marryl Nyx Auden

#ohio #ohiogirls #ohiogirls2010 2015

[timothy-kang]

Walking with—7 Keys of End Times Prophesies in the Biblical Feast by Lex Meyer (vol.2)

1. You have a jubilee every 50. 2. From the first coming Messiah to today is roughly six thousand years. 3. The year, 2030 will be 2,000 years from the crucifixion of Yeshua. 4. We look forward to the Sabbath, the reign of the Messiah of Earth. 5. Practicing Sabbath means preparing His reign. 6. Yeshua is identifying himself with the bread. 7. Yeshua is the first fruit of the resurrection.

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#End times #first fruit #resurrection #sabbath #Yeshua

[god-whispers]

may 26

messiah 2030

"behold, He is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, even they who pierced Him.  and all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him.  even so, amen." rev 1:7

i was recently introduced to a new teaching that i found fascinating.  it was titled "messiah 2030" and gave some interesting insights, backed up mostly by scripture.

it centered on the fact that a day with the Lord is as a thousand days, a sentiment that has several scriptures mentioning that.  i will not disclose all of it's content for you here because i wouldn't want to spoil it for anyone who wishes to watch it on youtube.

to further strengthen their case of a thousand years being as a day, God told adam and eve, "but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die." gen 2:17  scripture records in gen 5:5 that adam did indeed die at the age of 930, within the thousand year day of God's calendar.

the documentary is about two hours long and goes on to show how all the numbers mentioned in scripture which we tend to gloss over, are actually showing us a timeline of things to come.  God has said He reveals the end from the beginning.  knowledge is increasing and seals are being broken.  these numbers are revealing a pattern, weaving ages and timelines together, revealing how God (the master mathmetician) is actually causing all things to work together for His purposes; even to the day of our deaths.  "Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.  and in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them." psa 139:16

i realize we all have free will and our action have effects, but when one comes to God and allows Him to be Lord, are we now actually beginning to walk in His will, fulfilling His desired purposes, and can He not adjust things accordingly?  while the unrepentant lives may indeed seem "random," are our actions no longer random but accomplishing His desired outcome.  even in their "random" acts God has control of all the outcomes.

is God more intricately involved in our lives than we have really realized?  does every pain, failure and accomplishment now serve His purposes?  sometimes in writing my dailies i will struggle over just which word to use to convey my thoughts.  is this really God rearranging things on the fly because He desires another meaning or expression instead?  is this God causing, "all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose." rom 8:28  the fact is, i find that comforting and confirmation that we can indeed trust Him.

however much credence you give to the documentary, i will leave up to each person.  but viewing it and contemplating on it is something i consider well worth doing.  if you gain nothing else from it, you might see a correlation between God's timing and man's.

they speculate the birth and death of the messiah was a jubilee year and the church has since been wandering in their desert for forty jubilees since, hence arriving at 2030, for His return - two thousand years later.  the speculate His return would be 120 jubilees, essentially 6000 years from creation.  i didn't figure out how they lined that up with the fact that the now year of 2023 is the recorded jewish year 5783.  other than that, it kind of makes sense if all the dealing with israel were type and shadow of what is to come, which scripture firmly confirms.

they really didn't get into whether they think pre, mid or post tribulation.  maybe they didn't want to touch that controversy.  leaving it unstated means it is left up to each of us to decide when we will see our Lord.  if it indeed a pre-trib rapture, that means we should be looking up expectantly this year - but then again, we should always be looking up.

scripture does indeed say no man knows the day or the hour, but we should know the season and could a year not be considered a season?  anyway, just as the prophet daniel spoke - knowledge is increasing and seals are being opened up for these latter days.  many are studying diligently and we are reaping the benefit of their studies.

so now, if i have wettened your appetite enough, you may view it on youtube at this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AG_nJNcTjM&list=WL&index=23

we all know it can't be long before our Lord returns.  there is only so much blasphemy and disparaging of His glory that He will allow; only so much corruption of His created image.  "'surely I am coming quickly.'  amen.  even so, come, Lord Jesus!" rev 22:20

[sullenarchives]

Jarman (ii)

First published in Sight and Sound 24:2, March 2014

Derek Jarman's first Super 8 films, made as he worked designing sets for Ken Russell's rather more big-budget The Devils (1971) and Savage Messiah (1972), were shown to friends who would “come down to laugh at themselves and put on records behind them.” There is already here an intimation of Jarman's short career as a maker of pop videos, directing promos for The Smiths and Pet Shop Boys: music as mere accompaniment, a separate but parallel atmosphere gliding alongside that of the image. His training as a painter, he emphasised in interviews, combined with a lack of interest in narrative, made him into an almost myopically visual filmmaker; sound, it often seems in his films, is something to be outsourced to the proper technicians and assembled like a mixtape at the dubbing stage: put a record on. (In the recently-published selection of his sketchbooks, there is no mention of music.) The appearance of a contemporary filmmaker whose work had music credits like those of Jarman's would smack of hip 'curation' – indeed, exactly such a charge was levelled at Morvern Callar, with its sequence of Pitchfork favourites, and Berberian Sound Studio, scored by Broadcast – but few such films would treat their own soundtracks with such erratic casualness.

The paradox here is that one of the factors in Jarman's ongoing acclaim is precisely his ability to put music from the margins of culture in the foreground of a potentially – though unstably – public cinema. The aspect of “making a nice party”, of making films partly to enjoy collaborative situations, spilled over into the soundtracks. Brian Eno, Simon Fisher Turner, Andy Gill (former guitarist with Marxist punk-funk group Gang of Four), Throbbing Gristle (who soundtracked In The Shadow of the Sun (1974)) and their successor band Psychic TV (for whom Jarman directed the promo-cum-artist's film Psychic Rally in Heaven), Coil, even Annie Lennox miming to her own version of 'Every Time We Say Goodbye' in Edward II: the list of glittering names, at least for fans of experimental music, is both mouth-watering and oddly numbing. In spite of the brilliance poured into his films, one would struggle to name a great 'music moment' among them – aside of course from the sunshower of Elizabeth Welch's 'Stormy Weather' at the end of The Tempest. Just as individual shots, characters and narrative fragments in Jarman's films ping, semi-maddeningly, out of their provisional contexts, forcing the viewer to reconceive the film's shape at every step, so the music often seems to disappear into its own game of reverie and seduction before momentarily touching the carnal vicissitudes of the image.

There is at least one film one can't watch with the soundtrack off. Critics generally hive off Jubilee (1978) from the rest of his work, partly for being his most narrative film, partly for keeping the visual effects to a minimum and partly, one suspects, out of a gut distaste for pop music. (Conversely, it produces the amusing spectacle of pop historians trying to sift out its merely documentary content.) The film's funhouse-mirror portrait of punk, with an abrasive young star (Adam Ant) ending up in the dissolute clutches of tycoon Borgia Ginz (Jack Birkett), give them plenty of ammunition. Jarman himself recognised the bitter overtones: “Had I betrayed Punk... Derek the Dull Little Middle-Class Wanker'? Or had punk betrayed itself?” The note of defensiveness here, in which he imagines himself “[s]ome aristo on a fallen estate” suggests some recognition of the way the film slipped out of his control, propelled by the contradictory cultural energies it tried to absorb, by the charge and flash of pop. Treating the music with a measure of undivided attention – including a lovely moment when, during Adam Ant's performance of 'Plastic Surgery', the camera's 360-degree pan reveals Jarman and crew watching next to Ginz – meant no longer being able to frame it as a semi-autonomous private joke or temporary delirium. The repeated emphasis in Jarman's films on recording and mediation – the radar dishes in The Angelic Conversation, Tilda Swinton's Hitlerian microphone in Edward II, the foregrounded grain of Super-8 projected and reshot or run through video – transforms from the relentless intimacy of his home videos, from a self-consciously minority art, to the precarious seizure of the means and powers of the spectacle (Malcolm McLaren's self-declared tactic). The social outcasts with whom Jarman identified had, in the persons of Jordan and Ant and the Sex Pistols and innumerable others, stepped out onto the stage, and the film recoiled and fractured with the image of ruination and vitality they represented.

Mark Sinker has most acutely characterised Jubilee as “an impasto of clashing symbol and mood and technique and sensibility: the perverse and deliberately bewildering fusion of past and present, art and politics, documentary and fiction, actors and non-actors, rubbish and beauty”. It shared this sensibility with the most brilliant pop music of the period: Borgia Ginz's mansion is twinned in my mind with the decadent bachelor pads of Bryan Ferry's narrators on For Your Pleasure (1974). And, though more uneasily, with the echoing hospital wards and headspaces of Blue – a 'musical' if ever there was one. Most of Simon Fisher Turner's score to Blue is possessed of a listing, immersive melancholy, filled with shimmering cymbals and singing bowls and echo-drowned brass and woodwinds, that aligns with Coil's soundtracks for Journey To Avebury and The Angelic Conversation. Blue's sound design's collaging of voices, music and field recordings, its outrageous transitions between passages of watery calm and juddering noise, between mourning and libidinous overload – as Coil's hallucinatory acid house 'Theme For Blue' revs into life – is the most radical of Jarman's career, an achievement to match his furious fluency with the image. But, like Jubilee, it is also the soundtrack that pays most attention to the image – to the blankness, ambiguity and multiple meanings of the static image of blue, to the sensuous folds and false depths the viewer perceives after staring for so long, and to the voiceover's descriptions of the brutal politics of the AIDS crisis, of ordinary intimacy, of remembered landscapes. Watching, I think of the blue and red montage of Jordan's make-up, that ferocious and contradictory statement of independence, in Jubilee, and of the music – the blues – that so fiercely laments the dangers and pleasures of a disappearing world.

[yhwhrulz]

Worthy Brief - October 7, 2022

Celebrate!

Leviticus 25:8-10 'Count off seven sabbath years -- seven times seven years -- so that the seven sabbath years amount to a period of forty-nine years. Then have the trumpet sounded everywhere on the tenth day of the seventh month; on the Day of Atonement sound the trumpet throughout your land. Consecrate the fiftieth year and proclaim liberty throughout the land to all its inhabitants. It shall be a jubilee for you; each of you is to return to your family property and to your own clan.

As we conclude the observance of Yom Kippur, I'd like to share another interesting observation. While it is a day on which adults are afflicting themselves by fasting, abstaining from all pleasures, and repenting. However, for the children, Yom Kippur is a very different holiday. This day is my son Obi's favorite holiday! Why? Because the kids are not fasting or recalling their sins or suffering at all – they are celebrating freedom!

On Yom Kippur in Israel, TV and radio stations are shut down and the children are playing jubilantly outdoors with absolutely no vehicles on any road. Everywhere you look kids are freewheeling on bikes, skateboards, rollerblades, scooters, and bare feet, with no restraint. The children are truly free on Yom Kippur. And unbeknownst to them, they are typifying a prophetic event that occurs only once every 50 years, on Yom Kippur.

Every 50th year, in this cycle, called the Yovel or Jubilee, freedom is proclaimed! All things are returned to their rightful owners – all debts are forgiven – and the entire year is a great celebration of freedom, restoration and joy. And the kids, without realizing it, are celebrating jubilee every year.

Prophetically, Yovel or Jubilee speaks of the Lord's return to establish His Millennial Kingdom, during which time the world will experience a peace and rest unknown since the fall of mankind. This will be the restoration of all things [Acts 3:21], a time of tremendous joy and true freedom during the reign of our Messiah King.

But take note that the atonement precedes the Jubilee, and without the atonement no one comes to the freedom, rest, and joy of the Yovel. The atonement provides our forgiveness of sins. Sin is slavery. Liberty and joy require forgiveness and restoration. Only through atonement can we truly celebrate liberty!

This day, every day, can be your jubilee if as a child of God you celebrate His forgiveness, walk in freedom and rest with your sins forgiven by the atoning sacrifice of Yeshua (Jesus) the Messiah. If and when you do, you are a living prophetic message to this world that the Lord's jubilee is coming!

Your family in the Lord with much agape love,

George, Baht Rivka, & Obadiah Chesterfield, South Carolina

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[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Jesus Knows Everything

1 ¶ And there shall come forth a rod out of the stem of Jesse, and a Branch shall grow out of his roots:

2 And the Spirit of the LORD shall rest upon him, the Spirit of wisdom and understanding, the Spirit of counsel and might, the Spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD,

3 and shall make him of quick olfaction in the fear of the LORD; and he shall not judge according to the sight of his eyes, neither reprove according to the hearing of his ears:

4 But with righteousness shall he judge the poor and reprove with equity for the meek of the earth; and he shall smite the earth with the rod of his mouth, and with the spirit of his lips he shall slay the wicked.

5 And righteousness shall be the girdle of his loins, and faith the girdle of his kidneys.

6 The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a child shall shepherd them.

7 The cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox.

8 And the sucking child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice’ den.

9 They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of the knowledge of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea.

10 ¶ And it shall be in that day that the Root of Jesse, who shall be lifted up as a banner, as an example to the Gentiles shall be sought by the Gentiles; and his Kingdom of peace shall be glorious.

11 And it shall come to pass in that day that the Lord shall return to set his hand again to possess the remnant of his people which were left from Assyria and from Egypt and from Pathros and from Cush and from Elam and from Shinar and from Hamath and from the islands of the sea.

12 And he shall raise up a banner, as an example for the Gentiles and shall assemble the outcasts of Israel and gather together the dispersed of Judah from the four corners of the earth.

13 The envy also of Ephraim shall depart, and the adversaries of Judah shall be cut off; Ephraim shall not envy Judah, and Judah shall not vex Ephraim.

14 But they shall fly upon the shoulders of the Philistines toward the west; they shall spoil those of the east together; they shall lay their hand upon Edom and Moab; and the sons of Ammon shall obey them.

15 And the LORD shall utterly dry up the tongue of the Egyptian sea and shall raise his hand in the strength of his spirit upon the river and shall smite it into seven streams and make men go over dryshod.

16 And there shall be a highway for the remnant of his people, which shall be left from Assyria like as it was for Israel in the day that he came up out of the land of Egypt. — Isaiah 11 | Jubilee Bible 2000 (JUB) Jubilee Bible 2000 Copyright © 2013, 2020 by Ransom Press International. Cross References: Genesis 10:22; Genesis 14:1; Exodus 14:26; Job 5:23; Psalm 6:14; Psalm 78:54; Psalm 98:2; Proverbs 23:32; Isaiah 1:9; Isaiah 2:4; Isaiah 9:12; Isaiah 11:7-8; Isaiah 14:29; Isaiah 15:1; Isaiah 16:14; Isaiah 65:25; Isaiah 9:21; Jeremiah 3:18; Matthew 1:1; Matthew 3:16; Luke 2:32; John 1:32; John 2:25; John 3:14-15; John 7:24; John 7:35; Acts 13:23; Ephesians 6:14; 2 Thessalonians 2:8; Revelation 7:1; Revelation 19:11

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[silyabeeodess]

28 Then Jesus said, “Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you. Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy to bear, and the burden I give you is light.”   - Matthew 11:28-30 (NLT)

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[paulthepoke]

Jubilee, Part 2, Jesus Offers a Clue?

Jubilee, Part 2, Jesus Offers a Clue?

Luke 4:17-21 And the book of the prophet Isaiah was handed to Him. And He opened the book and found the place where it was written, “The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, because the LORD has anointed Me to bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent Me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to captives and freedom to prisoners; to proclaim the favorable year of the LORD. And…

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[vivalapunklife]

BREAKING PROTOCOL- Queen Elizabeth & Prince Phillip, kneeling before a person of royal stature in a history first!!!

Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip bowing before Emperor Haile Selassie I of Ethiopia and his wife, Empress Menen Asfew.

As far as it’s known Queen Elizabeth has never bowed before anybody else till this day. The Queen and Prince Phillip met the Ethiopian ruler Haile Selassie I, during a visit to Ethiopia In 1955. The photographs where captured during the Ethiopian Emperors Silver Jubilee celebrations in 1955 for Life Magazine by celebrity photographer at the time Alfred Eisenstaedt.

Royal protocol dictates the Queen is bowed to by those who greet her, including members of her own Royal Family. The Queen occasionally greets close friends with a kiss on the cheeks or a handshake. However, Queen Elizabeth broke the rules and bent her knee before the late Ethiopian Emperor, Haile Selassie I.

Queen Elizabeth has been on the throne for 68 years and in that time she has rarely bowed to anyone. The Queen and Prince Phillip broke protocol and extended royal courtesy to a monarch of an African nation. The British Monarchy adhere to Christianity and the late Ethiopian Emperor was wildly considered as The Messiah. The second coming of Christ. Worshipped as a prophet of God. Haile Selassie lineage can be traced back to the Solomon dynasty. A biblical bloodline that can be traced to Jesus. Queen Elizabeth broke protocol and extended Haile Selassie hounor of the highest regard. The Queen is of Christian faith, however she has never bowed to The Pope, the most God Elected figure in the Catholic Church.

Haile Selassie I wasn’t just considered earthly royalty. He was received to his people as ‘God incarnation’. As Ethiopian tradition dictates, all rulers of the throne must have traceable lineage to a biblical house. He is a direct descendant of King Solomon and The Queen of Sheba which makes him also a descendant of Jesus. The House of Solomon can be traced to King David. Therefore making Haile Selassie of ‘spiritual royalty’, essentially kin of Jesus. The entomology of Haile Selassie name means "Power of the Trinity". Haile Selassie's full title in office was "By the Conquering Lion of the Tribe of Judah, His Imperial Majesty Haile Selassie I, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, Elect of God".

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[musemash]

Gallery: 1 Hail Mary, Full Of Grace 2 My Soul Does Magnify The Lord 3 Shepherds Worship The Child 4 Adoration Of The Magi 5 The Flight Into Egypt 6 Rachel Weeping For Her Children 7 Massacre Of The Innocents 8 Herod Worships The Holy Child 9 The Shadow of Death 10 Baptism Of Yeshua

MESSIAH'S EASTERTIDE JUBILEE – revised & expanded Apr 21, 2023 – by David D. Fowler & Aeon 999

Welcome to MFF's 2022 Easter spectacular. Like our past efforts, this 7-part extravaganza features a well-stocked cornucopia of outstanding videos. Our purpose is to enhance the celebration of the glorious Eastertide tradition – from now, until the Eastern Orthodox Day Of Pentecost in June.

These items constitute the best available resources we could find online, representing many different views of Christ-based spirituality and artistic endeavors – as well as alternative spiritual paths, and articulate expressions of skepticism. We offer complete editions of many films, including secular productions that deal with themes such as the supernatural; good versus evil; human depravity; self-sacrifice; redemption; and superheroism, as a metaphor for salvation.

We present a generous spectrum of outstanding music – including rock, classical, black gospel, sacred choral, blues, jazz, and experimental performances. You'll also encounter a variety of hilarious videos, including some exceedingly irreverent items; and intense debates, focusing on fascinating and passionate takes on the myriad realities of Christ's impact on the world.

You’ll find a lot of iconic films, including BEN-HUR, THE MATRIX, LIFE OF BRIAN, LORD OF THE RINGS, HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN, BECKET, THE ROBE, LILIES OF THE FIELD, JESUS OF NAZARETH, AVENGERS ENDGAME, THE SEVENTH SEAL, THE MISSION, THE WIZARD OF OZ, JASON AND THE ARGONAUTS, THE WITCH, KING OF KINGS, THE MIRACLE MAKER, DOCTOR STRANGE, THE PASSION OF JOAN OF ARC, METROPOLIS, ELMER GANTRY, and HAMLET.  

We also feature a number of less high-profile movies, such as MORTAL ENGINES, FAUST, DUNE, BARAKA, DAY OF WRATH, CONSTANTINE, STALKER, ORDET, WAR REQUIEM, JOHN CARTER OF MARS, THE WICKER MAN, INTOLERANCE, THE SACRIFICE, LESSONS OF DARKNESS, THE DAY CHRIST DIED, ANDREI RUBLEV, JESUS OF MONTREAL, NIGHT OF THE HUNTER, THE BOOK OF LIFE, THE MILL AND THE CROSS, TWIN PEAKS: FIRE WALK WITH ME, SILENCE, CLOUD ATLAS, and NOSTALGHIA.

You'll enjoy popular musicians, ranging from U2, BOB DYLAN, ELVIS PRESLEY, LEONARD COHEN, ARETHA FRANKLIN, BJORK, ALICE COOPER, JOHNNY CASH, JOAN BAEZ, and the ROLLING STONES, to BRYAN ADAMS, PRINCE, EMMYLOU HARRIS, TOM WAITS, DOLORES O'RIORDAN, JOHN LENNON, ANNIE LENNOX, BUFFY SAINTE MARIE, and BRUCE COCKBURN.

We also present legendary figures: PAUL ROBESON, WOODY GUTHRIE, ROSETTA THARPE, and MAHALIA JACKSON; and lesser-known musicians, such as IONA, PHIL OCHS, LOST DOGS, KATHY MATTEA, MARIA McKEE, KEITH GREEN, LARRY NORMAN, CAPTAIN BEEFHEART, the SWIRLING EDDIES, and the CHAMBERS BROTHERS.

We feature musicals: AMAHL AND THE NIGHT VISITORS, COTTON PATCH GOSPEL, JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR, THE GOSPEL AT COLONUS, and GODSPELL; jazz masters, such as JOHN COLTRANE, DUKE ELLINGTON, ARCHIE SHEPP, HORACE PARLAN, and LOUIS ARMSTRONG; and opera icons LUCIANO PAVAROTTI, TERESA STRATAS, and JESSYE NORMAN.

We showcase choral masterpieces by HANDEL, FAURE, MAHLER, BACH, BEETHOVEN, VERDI, BARBER, VIVALDI, ALBINONI, BRAHMS, HAYDN, ALLEGRI, BRITTEN, MOZART, BRUCKNER, PERGOLISI, IVES, VAUGHAN WILLIAMS, SCRIABIN, MENDELSSOHN, BERLIOZ, LISZT, TCHAIKOVSKY, RACHMANINOFF, and DVORAK. We also present the spectacular Bible-related visual works of CARAVAGGIO, GUSTAVE DORÉ, and MARC CHAGALL.

We explore controversial books, movies, and phenomena, such as: ZEITGEIST; THE GOD WHO WASN'T THERE; RELIGULOUS; MERE CHRISTIANITY; the PAGAN CHRIST; the SHROUD OF TURIN; the HOLY GRAIL; THE CELESTINE PROPHECY; THE DA VINCI CODE; the GOSPEL OF THOMAS; A COURSE IN MIRACLES; GNOSTICISM; THE SCREWTAPE LETTERS; PARADISE LOST; FLOWERS OF EVIL; and CHRISTIAN NATIONALISM.

Finally, we present a wide range of humor, from the likes of MONTY PYTHON, MEL BROOKS, LENNY BRUCE, NOT THE NINE O'CLOCK NEWS, GOOD OMENS, NEGATIVLAND, TOM LEHRER, LORD BUCKLEY, JOHN PRINE, FAMILY GUY, ROWAN ATKINSON, MIRACLE WORKERS, LUCIFER, PREACHER, CRACKED, BETTY BOWERS, VIC BERGER, and SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE.

We think you will get considerable entertainment from many of these materials – and maybe also encounter unexpected eloquence, edification, and enlightenment. We strive to offer works of art that will challenge people's thinking; motivate folks to rise above everyday petty concerns; inspire us all to maintain hope, love, encouragement, and dignity in this fragile world; and perhaps even help open-minded unbelievers find good reasons to believe that Christ is risen indeed.

So we invite you to kindly bookmark this post – and check out the sections below at your leisure. If you derive something of real value from our playlists, we would be delighted if you share them with your friends. We extend our best wishes for an uplifting exploration of spirituality, as the Easter season unfolds. God bless y'all!

Jubilee part 2: THE HOLY SPIRIT TRAVELING IN DISGUISE https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/46758040906/messiahs-jubilee-part-1-the-spirit-in-disguise Jubilee part 3: HEATHEN DANCE PARTY IN PURGATORY https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/164579528390/jubilee-part-3-heathen-dance-party-in-purgatory Jubilee part 4: HOPE IS STRONGER THAN DEATH https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/615204082966233088/hope-is-stronger-than-death-revised-updated Jubilee part 5: COLLISIONS OF ALL OUR TRUTHS https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/46757984172/messiahs-jubilee-part-2-collisions-of-all-truths Jubilee part 6: SHAPE SHIFTING MASQUES OF REDEMPTION https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/46757919841/messiahs-jubilee-part-3-masques-of-redemption Jubilee part 7: MAKING JOYFUL NOISES UNTO THE LORD https://musemash.tumblr.com/post/46757864172/messiahs-jubilee-part-4-joyful-noises-unto-the

[michaelbogild]

Lines by Leonard Cohen

As someone long prepared for the occasion In full command of every plan you wrecked – Do not choose a coward’s explanation that hides behind the cause and the effect

And it's stronger than drink And it's deeper than sorrow This darkness she's left in my heart.

And I'll dance with you in Vienna I'll be wearing a river's disguise The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, My mouth on the dew of your thighs

He wants to write a love song An anthem of forgiving A manual for living With defeat

The birds they sang At the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what Has passed away Or what is yet to be.

You never liked to get The letters that I sent. But now you've got the gist Of what my letters meant. You're reading them again, The ones you didn't burn. You press them to your lips, My pages of concern.

I caught the darkness It was drinking from your cup. I said: Is this contagious? You said: Just drink it up

Everybody talking to their pockets Everybody wants a box of chocolates And a long stem rose Everybody knows

A cross on every hill A star, a minaret So many graves to fill O love, aren't you tired yet?

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming Everybody knows that it's moving fast Everybody knows that the naked man and woman Are just a shining artifact of the past

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked By the winds of change and the weeds of sex looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul

I heard the snake was baffled by his sin He shed his scales to find the snake within But born again is born without a skin The poison enters into everything

And summoned now to deal With your invincible defeat, You live your life as if it’s real, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I’m slowing down the tune I never liked it fast You want to get there soon I want to get there last

When they said REPENT REPENT I wonder what they meant

Her thighs they slipped away from me Like schools of startled fish Though I've forgotten half my life I still remember this

And if no leaves were on the tree And no water in the sea And the break of day had nothing to reveal That's how broken I would be What my life would seem to me If I didn't have your love to make it real

And yes she lied about it all Her children and her husband You were born to judge the world Forgive me but I wasn't

O troubled dust concealing An undivided love The Heart beneath is teaching To the broken Heart above

The pull of the moon, the thrust of the sun And thus the ocean is crossed The waters are blessed while a shadowy guest Kindles a light for the lost

How come you called me here tonight? How come you bother With my heart at all? You raise me up in grace, Then you put me in a place, Where I must fall.

And everybody knows that it's now or never Everybody knows that it's me or you And everybody knows that you live forever Ah when you've done a line or two

It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway, imperial, mysterious, in amorous array:

The lights went out behind us The fireflies undressed The broken sidewalk ended I touched her sleeping breasts They opened to me urgently Likelilies from the dead Behind a fine embroidery Her nipples rose like bread Then I took off my necktie And she took off her dress My belt and pistol set aside We tore away the rest

The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

The sea so deep and blind The sun, the wild regret The club, the wheel, the mind, O love, aren't you tired yet?

The wounded forms appear: The loss, the full extent; And simple kindness here, The solitude of strength.

If the sun would lose its light And we lived in an endless night And there was nothing left that you could feel If the sea were sand alone And the flowers made of stone And no one that you hurt could ever heal Well that's how broken I would be What my life would seem to me If I didn't have your love to make it real

But you'll be hearing from me baby, long after I'm gone I'll be speaking to you sweetly From a window in the Tower of Song

I said I’d be your lover. You laughed at what I said. I lost my job forever. I was counted with the dead.

It failed my little fire But it's bright the dying spark Go tell the young messiah What happens to the heart

Good night, good night, my fallen star I guess you're right, you always are I know you're right about the blues You live some life you'd never choose

looks like freedom but it feels like death it's something in between, I guess

I've seen you change the water into wine I've seen you change it back to water, too I sit at your table every night I try but I just don't get high with you

The present's not that pleasant Just a lot of things to do I thought the past would last me But the darkness got that too

The splinters that you carry The cross you left behind Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind

I wish there was a treaty we could sign I do not care who takes this bloody hill I'm angry and I'm tired all the time I wish there was a treaty, I wish there was a treaty Between your love and mine

I’m lacing up my shoe But I don’t want to run I’ll get here when I do Don’t need no starting gun

Thanks For The Dance

Ah, they're dancing in the street — it's Jubilee We sold ourselves for love but now we're free I'm so sorry for that ghost I made you be Only one of us was real and that was me

And I'm still working with the wine, still dancing cheek to cheek, the band is playing Auld Lang Syne, but the heart will not retreat.

And maybe I had miles to drive, And promises to keep: You ditch it all to stay alive, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Baby don’t ignore me We were smokers we were friends Forget that tired story Of betrayal and revenge

So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll I'm very sorry, baby, doesn't look like me at all I'm standing by the window where the light is strong Ah they don't let a woman kill you Not in the Tower of Song

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone Show me the place, I can't move this thing alone Show me the place where the word became a man Show me the place where the suffering began

And you're weak and you're harmless and you're sleeping in your harness and the wind going wild in the trees, and it ain't exactly prison but you'll never be forgiven for whatever you've done with the keys.

Steer your heart past the Truth that you believed in yesterday Such as Fundamental Goodness and the Wisdom of the Way Steer your heart, precious heart, past the women whom you bought Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought

Word of words and measure of all measures Blessed is the name, the name be blessed Written on my heart in burning letters That’s all I know, I cannot read the rest

And O my love, I still recall The pleasures that we knew; The rivers and the waterfall, Wherein I bathed with you.

You said how could this happen You said how can this be The chains are gone from heaven The storms are wild and free

I cried for you this morning And I’ll cry for you again But I’m not in charge of sorrow So please don’t ask me when

Both of us say there are laws to obey But frankly I don’t like your tone You want to change the way I make love I want to leave it alone

Behold the gates of mercy In arbitrary space And none of us deserving The cruelty or the grace

Then I came back from where I’d been. My room, it looked the same – But there was nothing left between The Nameless and the Name.

O longing of the branches To lift the little bud O longing of the arteries To purify the blood

I to my side call the meek and the mild You to your side call the Word By virtue of suffering I claim to have won You claim to have never been heard

I know I said I’d meet you, I’d meet you at the store, But I can’t buy it, baby. I can’t buy it anymore.

I was idle with my soul, when I heard that you could use me I followed very closely, but my life remained the same But then you showed me where you had been wounded In every atom broken is the Name

I fled to the edge of the mighty sea of sorrow Pursued by the riders of a cruel and dark regime But the waters parted and my soul crossed over Out of Egypt, out of Pharaoh’s dream

They whisper still, the injured stones The blunted mountains weep As he died to make men holy Let us die to make things cheap

Sounded like the truth Seemed the better way Sounded like the truth But it's not the truth today

Hurt once and for all into silence. A long pain ending without a song to prove it. Who could stand beside you so close to Eden, When you glinted in every eye the held-high razor, shivering every ram and son?

Sleep baby sleep The day’s on the run The wind in the trees Is talking in tongues

And I loved you when our love was blessed and I love you now there's nothing left

There's silt on your ankles and sand on your feet The river too shallow, the ocean too deep You smile at your suffering, the sweetest reprieve Why did you leave us, why did you leave

I saw some people starving There was murder, there was rape Their villages were burning They were trying to escape I couldn't meet their glances I was staring at my shoes It was acid, it was tragic It was almost like the blues

If you want a partner Take my hand Or if you want to strike me down in anger Here I stand, I'm your man

Ah I don't believe you'd like it, You wouldn't like it here. There ain't no entertainment and the judgements are severe.

The opposites falter, the spirals reverse And Eve must re-enter the sleep of her birth

I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much It's written in the scriptures It's written there in blood I even heard the angels declare it from above

Sometimes I’d head for the highway I’m old and the mirrors don’t lie But crazy has places to hide in That are deeper than any goodbye

If you want a boxer I will step into the ring for you And if you want a doctor I'll examine every inch of you

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing but there's nothing really happening and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night And my very close companion gets me fumbling gets me laughing she's a hundred but she's wearing something tight and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth except to say it isn't worth a dime And the whole damn place goes crazy twice and it's once for the devil and once for Christ but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights we're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights of CLOSING TIME

I want him to be certain That he doesn't have a burden That he doesn't need a vision That he only has permission To do my instant bidding which is to Say what I have told him to repeat

Though I take my song From a withered limb, Both song and tree, They sing for him.

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking Everybody knows that the captain lied Everybody got this broken feeling Like their father or their dog just died

Ditched on a beach Where the sea hates to go With a child in my arms And a chill in my soul And my heart the shape Of a begging bowl

And she says, Drink deeply, pilgrim but don't forget there's still a woman beneath this resplendent chemise.

You don't need a lawyer I'm not making a claim You don't need to surrender I'm not taking aim I don't need a lover, no, no The wretched beast is tame I don't need a lover So blow out the flame

O gather up the brokenness And bring it to me now The fragrance of those promises You never dared to vow

And I don’t really know who sent me, To raise my voice and say: May the lights in The Land of Plenty Shine on the truth some day.

There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking They've been sentenced to death by the blues

I know the burden’s heavy As you wheel it through the night Some people say it’s empty But that don’t mean it’s light

Ten New Songs

I better hold my tongue I better take my place Lift this glass of blood Try to say the grace

You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You’d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet.

A sip of wine, a cigarette, And then it’s time to go. I tidied up the kitchenette; I tuned the old banjo. I’m wanted at the traffic-jam. They’re saving me a seat. I’m what I am, and what I am, Is back on Boogie Street.

Down in the valley the famine goes on The famine up on the hill I say that you shouldn’t, you couldn’t, you can’t You say that you must and you will

So we struggle and we stagger down the snakes and up the ladder to the tower where the blessed hours chime and I swear it happened just like this: a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss the Gates of Love they budged an inch I can't say much has happened since

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty My cheap violin and my cross

Then she dances so graceful and your heart's hard and hateful and she's naked but that's just a tease. And you turn in disgust from your hatred and from your love and comes to you light as the breeze.

I see the Ghost of Culture With numbers on his wrist Salute some new conclusion Which all of us have missed

I tried to love you my way, But I couldn’t make it hold. So I closed the Book of Longing And I do what I am told.

And up through the system the worlds are withdrawn From every dominion the mind stood upon And now that it's over and now that it's done The name has no number, not even the one

You got me singing Like a prisoner in a jail You got me singing Like my pardon's in the mail

You can add up the parts But you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, There is no drum Every heart, every heart To love will come But like a refugee.

Everybody knows you've been discreet But there were so many people you just had to meet Without your clothes And everybody knows

It's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet; from the homicidal bitchin' that goes down in every kitchen to determine who will serve and who will eat. From the wells of disappointment where the women kneel to pray for the grace of God in the desert here and the desert far away:

Even though she sleeps upon your satin Even though she wakes you with a kiss Do not say the moment was imagined Do not stoop to strategies like this

I smile when I'm angry I cheat and I lie I do what I have to do To get by But I know what is wrong And I know what is right And I'd die for the truth In My Secret Life

I loved you for your beauty but that doesn't make a fool of me: you were in it for your beauty too and I loved you for your body there's a voice that sounds like God to me declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you

O baby I waited so long for your kiss for something to happen, oh something like this.

O let the heavens falter And let the earth proclaim: Come healing of the Altar Come healing of the Name

If you're squeezed for information, that's when you've got to play it dumb: You just say you're out there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

You put on a uniform To fight the Civil War You looked so good I didn’t care What side you’re fighting for

Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror and rest because he had finally come? Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher.

It's coming to America first, the cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range and the machinery for change and it's here they got the spiritual thirst. It's here the family's broken and it's here the lonely say that the heart has got to open in a fundamental way:

I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get? Hank Williams hasn't answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long A hundred floors above me In the Tower of Song

Sail on, sail on O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on

Ah the wars they will Be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again Bought and sold And bought again The dove is never free.

I should have seen it coming It was right behind your eyes You were young and it was summer I just had to take a dive Winning you was easy But darkness was the prize

The party’s over But I’ve landed on my feet I’ll be standing on this corner Where there used to be a street

I know you had to lie to me, I know you had to cheat, to pose all hot and high behind the veils of shear deceit, our perfect porn aristocrat so elegant and cheap, I’m old but I’m still into that, A thousand kisses deep.

It’s not a trick, your senses all deceiving A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust – Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost

If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you

It's dark now and it's snowing O my love I must be going, The river has started to freeze. And I'm sick of pretending I'm broken from bending I've lived too long on my knees.

Well I don't know about tomorrow but I know what's coming next I've used up all my questions; I have no answers left

As for the world the job the war I ditched them all to love you more

The story's been written the letter's been sealed You gave me a lily but now it's a field

Your story was so long, The plot was so intense, It took you years to cross The lines of self-defense.

And soon there's sand in every kiss And soon the dawn is ready And soon the night surrenders To a daffodil machete

Waiting for the miracle There's nothing left to do. I haven't been this happy since the end of World War II.

The troubles came I saved what I could save A thread of light, a particle, a wave But there were chains, so I hastened to behave There were chains, so I loved you like a slave

his waltz With its very own breath of brandy and Death Dragging its tail in the sea

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

They oughta give my heart a medal For letting go of you When I turned my back on the devil Turned my back on the angel too

Had to go crazy to love you You who were never the one Whom I chased through the souvenir heartache Her braids and her blouse all undone

Well the mouse ate the crumb Then the cat ate the crust Now they’ve fallen in love They’re talking in tongues

There’s other ways to answer That certainly is true Me, I’m blind with death and anger And that’s no place for you

I'm guided by a signal in the heavens I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons

I was fighting with temptation But I didn't want to win A man like me don't like to see Temptation caving in

I know that I’m forgiven, But I don’t know how I know I don’t trust my inner feelings – Inner feelings come and go.

And sometimes when the night is slow, The wretched and the meek, We gather up our hearts and go, A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I dreamed about you, baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah but some of you was light.

I don’t know why I come here, knowing as I do, what you really think of me, what I really think of you.

Had to go crazy to love you Had to let everything fall Had to be people I hated Had to be no one at all

I used to love the rainbow And I used to love the view I loved the early morning I'd pretend that it was new But I caught the darkness baby And I got it worse than you

Traveling light It's au revoir My once so bright, my fallen star I'm running late, they'll close the bar I used to play one mean guitar

I dreamed about you baby You were wearing half your dress I know you have to hate me But could you hate me less?

The night of Santiago And I was passing through So I took her to the river As any man would do

Let's keep it on the level When I walked away from you I turned my back on the devil Turned my back on the angel too

I’m turning tricks, I’m getting fixed, I’m back on Boogie Street. You lose your grip, and then you slip Into the Masterpiece.

So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.

You got me singing Even tho' it all looks grim You got me singing The Hallelujah hymn

I'm aching for you baby I can't pretend I'm not I need to see you naked In your body and your thought

If your heart is torn I don’t wonder why If the night is long Here’s my lullaby

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean I love the country but I can't stand the scene. And I'm neither left or right I'm just staying home tonight, getting lost in that hopeless little screen.

Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry There's a lobby with nine hundred windows There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

Oh I want you, I want you, I want you On a chair with a dead magazine In the cave at the tip of the lily In some hallways where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

And everybody knows that you're in trouble Everybody knows what you've been through From the bloody cross on top of Calvary To the beach of Malibu

Ah you drift into my dreams as if you had the right And you show me how you broke me doing all the little things I really like

I gave her something pretty And I waited till she laughed I wasn't born a gypsy To make a woman sad

There is no God in Heaven And there is no Hell below So says the great professor Of all there is to know But I've had the invitation That a sinner can't refuse And it's almost like salvation It's almost like the blues

The war was lost The treaty signed I was not caught I crossed the line, I had to leave My life behind I dug some graves You'll never findI was not caught Though many tried I live among you Well disguised

Now I'm living in this temple Where they tell you what to do I'm old and I've had to settle On a different point of view

Too late to fix another drink – The lights are going out – I’ll listen to the darkness sing – I know what that’s about.

I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat, you see I’m just another snowman standing in the rain and sleet, who loved you with his frozen love, his second hand physique, with all he is, and all he was, A thousand kisses deep.

And death is old But it's always new I freeze with fear And I'm there for you

I don't smoke no cigarette I don't drink no alcohol I ain't had much loving yet But that's always been your call Hey I don't miss it baby I got no taste for anything at all

I’ll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door – Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone.

I said there'd been a flood. I said there's nothing left. I hoped that you would come. I gave you my address.

So I let my heart get frozen To keep away the rot My father says I'm chosen My mother says I'm not

O Crown of Light, O Darkened One, I never thought we’d meet. You kiss my lips, and then it’s done: I’m back on Boogie Street.

Ah, the moon's too bright The chain's too tight The beast won't go to sleep

And he cut my lip And he cut my heart. So I could not drink From the river dark.

O solitude of longing Where love has been confined Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind

My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I’d know you in my sleep and who but you would take me in, a thousand kisses deep.

Suddenly the night has grown colder The god of love preparing to depart Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder They slip between the sentries of the heart

But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that Time cannot decay, I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet

The autumn moved across your skin, got something in my eye, a light that doesn’t need to live, and doesn’t need to die. A riddle in the book of love, obscure and obsolete, till witnessed here in time and blood, A thousand kisses deep.

There's nobody missing There is no reward Little by little We're cutting the cord We're spending the treasure, oh, no, no That love cannot afford I know you can feel it The sweetness restored

The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are there to beat. You win a while, and then it’s done – Your little winning streak.

I like to take my time I like to linger as it flies A weekend on your lips A lifetime in your eyes

Then he struck my heart With a deadly force, And he said, ‘This heart: It is not yours.’

Everybody knows that you love me baby Everybody knows that you really do Everybody knows that you've been faithful Ah give or take a night or two

Steer your way past the ruins of the Altar and the Mall Steer your way through the fables of Creation and The Fall Steer your way past the Palaces that rise above the rot Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought

Your crazy fragrance all around Your secrets in my view My lost, my lost was saying found My don't was saying do

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

Steer your way through the pain that is far more real than you That's smashed the Cosmic Model, that blinded every view And please don't make me go there, though there be a God or not Year by year, month by month, day by day Thought by thought

You sent me here You sent me there Breaking things I can't repair Making objects Out of thoughts Making more By thinking not

And you who were bewildered by a meaning Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed – Say goodbye to Alexandra leaving Then say goodbye to Alexandra lost

I see you standing on the other side I don't know how the river got so wide I loved you baby, way back when And all the bridges are burning that we might have crossed But I feel so close to everything that we lost We'll never, we'll never have to lose it again

If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame You want it darker We kill the flame

I used to be your favorite drunk Good for one more laugh Then we both ran out of luck Luck was all we ever had

There'll be the breaking of the ancient Western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road And the white man dancing You'll see your woman Hanging upside down Her features covered by her fallen gown And all the lousy little poets Coming round Tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson

Confined to sex, we pressed against The limits of the sea: I saw there were no oceans left For scavengers like me.

I was born like this, I had no choice I was born with the gift of a golden voice And twenty-seven angels from the Great Beyond They tied me to this table right here In the Tower of Song

I’m naked and I’m filthy And both of us are guilty

the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance on the polka-dots and it's partner found, it's partner lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops

I've seen the future, brother: It is murder

Who broke the heart and made it new? Who's moving on, who's kiddin' who?

So I knelt there at the delta, at the alpha and the omega, at the cradle of the river and the seas. And like a blessing come from heaven for something like a second I was healed and my heart was at ease.

And there's a mighty judgment coming, but I may be wrong You see, you hear these funny voices In the Tower of Song

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure They gain the light, they formlessly entwine And radiant beyond your widest measure They fall among the voices and the wine

When you've fallen on the highway and you're lying in the rain, and they ask you how you're doing of course you'll say you can't complain

You always said we’re equal So let me march with you Just an extra in the sequel To the old red white and blue

She stands before you naked you can see it, you can taste it, and she comes to you light as the breeze. Now you can drink it or you can nurse it, it don't matter how you worship as long as you're down on your knees.

By the rivers dark I wandered on. I lived my life in Babylon. And I did forget My holy song: And I had no strength In Babylon.

All your moves are swift All your turns are tight Let me catch my breath I thought we had all night

Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming through a crack in the wall; on a visionary flood of alcohol; from the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount which I don't pretend to understand at all. It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay, from the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

And let the heavens hear it The penitential hymn Come healing of the spirit Come healing of the limb

There's a lover in the story But the story's still the same There's a lullaby for suffering And a paradox to blame But it's written in the scriptures And it's not some idle claim You want it darker We kill the flame

I was alone on the road, your love was so confusing And all my teachers told me that I had myself to blame But in the grip of sensual illusion A sweet unknowing unified the name

Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name Vilified, crucified, in the human frame A million candles burning for the help that never came

They're lining up the prisoners And the guards are taking aim I struggled with some demons They were middle class and tame I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim

So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear.

I see my life In full review It was never me It was always you

We'll be going down so deep the river's going to weep, and the mountain's going to shout Amen!

Show me the place where my head is bendin' low Show me the place where you want your slave to go

I’m tired of choosing desire I been saved by a blessed fatigue The gates of commitment unwired And nobody trying to leave

Yeah my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play And I'm crazy for love but I'm not coming on I'm just paying my rent every day Oh in the Tower of Song

There's an attic where children are playing Where I've got to lie down with you soon In a dream of Hungarian lanterns In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow

We find ourselves on different sides Of a line nobody drew Though it all may be one in the higher eye Down here where we live it is two

I've seen the nations rise and fall I've heard their stories, heard them all But love's the only engine of survival Your servant here, he has been told To say it clear, to say it cold: It's over, it ain't going Any further And now the wheels of heaven stop You feel the devil's riding crop Get ready for the future: It is murder

I've heard the soul unfolds in the chambers of its longing And the bitter liquor sweetens in the hammered cup Ah but all the ladders of the night have fallen Just darkness now, to lift the longing up

Why don’t you come on back to the war, that’s right, get in it, why don’t you come on back to the war, it’s just beginning.

If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

An Eskimo showed me a movie he’d recently taken of you: the poor man could hardly stop shivering, his lips and his fingers were blue. I suppose that he froze when the wind took your clothes and I guess he just never got warm. But you stand there so nice, in your blizzard of ice, oh please let me come into the storm.

I loved your master perfectly I taught him all that he knew. He was starving in some deep mystery like a man who is sure what is true.

I have begun to long for you, I who have no greed; I have begun to ask for you, I who have no need. You say you’ve gone away from me, but I can feel you when you breathe.

Hungry as an archway through which the troops have passed, I stand in ruins behind you, with your winter clothes, your broken sandal straps.

Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb, you say you’re kind of restless now and it’s on account of him.

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love

I tried to leave you, I don’t deny I closed the book on us, at least a hundred times.

And I can’t wait to tell you to your face And I can’t wait for you to take my place You are The Naked Angel In My Heart You are The Woman With Her Legs Apart It’s written on the walls of this hotel You go to heaven once you’ve been to hell

Then let the other selves be wrong, yeah, let them manifest and come till every taste is on the tongue, till love is pierced and love is hung, and every kind of freedom done

O come with me my little one, we will find that farm and grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm. And if by chance I wake at night and I ask you who I am, O take me to the slaughterhouse, I will wait there with the lamb.

Ah they’re shutting down the factory now Just when all the bills are due And the fields they’re under lock and key Tho’ the rain and the sun come through And springtime starts but then it stops In the name of something new And all the senses rise against this Coming back to you

Like a baby, stillborn, like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me.

We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix, as we went kneeling through the dark.

And there are no letters in the mailbox, and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, and there are no diamonds in the mine.

I cried, “Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold

So daily I renew my idle duty I touch her here and there – I know my place I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty and people call me traitor to my face

But my darling says “Leonard, just let it go by That old silhouette on the great western sky” So I pick out a tune and they move right along and they’re gone like the smoke and they’re gone like this song

And why are you so quiet now standing there in the doorway? You chose your journey long before you came upon this highway.

But I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee.

It was deep into his fiery heart he took the dust of Joan of Arc, and then she clearly understood if he was fire, oh then she must be wood.

And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From his lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said “All men will be sailors then Until the sea shall free them” But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think maybe you’ll trust him For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Your master took you travelling, well at least that’s what you said. And now do you come back to bring your prisoner wine and bread?

Your pain is no credential here, it’s just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

And here where there is no description Oh here in the moment at hand No sinner need rise up forgiven No victim need limp to the stand

I met a woman long ago her hair the black that black can go, Are you a teacher of the heart? Soft she answered no. I met a girl across the sea, her hair the gold that gold can be, Are you a teacher of the heart? Yes, but not for thee.

Oh bless thee continuous stutter Of the word being made into flesh

The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither starved nor cold; he does not ask for your company, not at the centre, the centre of the world.

Yes, you who are broken by power, you who are absent all day, you who are kings for the sake of your children’s story, the hand of your beggar is burdened down with money, the hand of your lover is clay.

the patron Saint of envy and the grocer of despair

She used to wear her hair like you except when she was sleeping, and then she’d weave it on a loom of smoke and gold and breathing.

And may the spirit of this song, may it rise up pure and free. May it be a shield for you, a shield against the enemy.

And deep into his fiery heart he took the dust of Joan of Arc, and high above the wedding guests he hung the ashes of her wedding dress.

to wear upon my swollen appetite.“ Well, I’m glad to hear you talk this way, you know I’ve watched you riding every day and something in me yearns to win such a cold and lonesome heroine.

Come over to the window, my little darling, I’d like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home.

Then I took the dust of a long sleepless night and I put it in your little shoe. And then I confess that I tortured the dress that you wore for the world to look through.

And the light came from her body And the night went through her grace All summer long she touched me And I knew her, I knew her Face to face

Let’s meet tomorrow if you choose Upon the shore, beneath the bridge That they are building on some endless river

And I’ve read the Bill of Human Rights And some of it was true But there wasn’t any burden left So I’m laying it on you.”

I listened to your kisses at the door I never heard the world so clear before You ran your bath and you began to sing I felt so good I couldn’t feel a thing

Like a worm on a hook, like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark; no moon to keep her armour bright, no man to get her through this very smoky night.

And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin That the wilderness is gathering All its children back again

And now this woman by your side, well, she’s asleep And there’s nothing you can give her and there’s nothing you want to keep

Just take this longing from my tongue all the lonely things my hands have done. Let me see your beauty broken down like you would do for one your love.

And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror

Ah but if you cannot raise your love To a very high degree, Then you’re just the man I’ve been thinking of – So come and stand with me.

You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well.

Why don’t you try to do without him? Why don’t you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne?

I left a wife in Tennessee And a baby in Saigon – I risked my life, but not to hear Some country-western song.

I did my best, it wasn’t much I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you And even though it all went wrong I’ll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Oh take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done, untie for me your hired blue gown, like you would do for one that you love.

I heard of a saint who had loved you, so I studied all night in his school. He taught that the duty of lovers is to tarnish the golden rule. And just when I was sure that his teachings were pure he drowned himself in the pool. His body is gone but back here on the lawn his spirit continues to drool.

It’s like our visit to the moon or to that other star I guess you go for nothing if you really want to go that far.

Well I’ve been where you’re hanging, I think I can see how you’re pinned: When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.

I lit a thin green candle, to make you jealous of me. But the room just filled up with mosquitos, they heard that my body was free.

Too early for the rainbow, too early for the dove These are the final days, this is the darkness, this is the flood And there is no man or woman can be touched But you who come between them will be judged

He tried to make a final stand beside the railway track She said, “The art of longing’s over and it’s never coming back.”

The judges said you missed it by a fraction rise up and brace your troops for the attack Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action Oh see the men of action falling back

Now the crickets are singing The vesper bells ringing The cat’s curled asleep in his chair I’ll go down to Bill’s Bar I can make it that far And I’ll see if my friends are still there Yes, and here’s to the few Who forgive what you do And the fewer who don’t even care And the night comes on It’s very calm I want to cross over, I want to go home But she says, Go back, go back to the World

Those who dance, begin to dance Those who weep begin Those who earnestly are lost Are lost and lost again

I asked my father, I said, “Father change my name.” The one I’m using now it’s covered up with fear and filth and cowardice and shame.

Even in your arms I know I’ll never get it right Even when you bend to give me Comfort in the night

And the last time that I saw her she was living with some boy who gives her soul an empty room and gives her body joy.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to a kitchen chair She broke your throne, and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch, some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch, and the only man of energy, yes the revolution’s pride, he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child.

Oh, your chains are too dark For the seas you must swim You are smiling at the seaweed But your smile is too grim

And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty, you keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty. Your vision is right, my vision is wrong, I’m sorry for smudging the air with my song.

But here, right here, between the birthmark and the stain, between the ocean and your open vein, between the snowman and the rain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.

For now I need your hidden love. I’m cold as a new razor blade. You left when I told you I was curious, I never said that I was brave.

Your letters they all say that you’re beside me now. Then why do I feel alone? I’m standing on a ledge and your fine spider web is fastening my ankle to a stone.

I leave the lady meditating on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim, I journey down the hundred steps, but the street is still the very same.

And I sing this for the captain Whose ship has not been built For the mother in confusion Her cradle still unfilled

Well, I argued all night like so many have before, saying, “Whatever you give me, I seem to need so much more.” Then she pointed at me where I kneeled on her floor, she said, “Don’t try to use me or slyly refuse me, just win me or lose me, it is this that the darkness is for.”

Some girls wander by mistake into the mess that scalpels make. Are you the teachers of my heart? We teach old hearts to break.

And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite, and one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night.

I believe that you heard your master sing when I was sick in bed. I suppose that he told you everything that I keep locked away in my head.

Do you remember all of those pledges That we pledged in the passionate night Ah they’re soiled now, they’re torn at the edges Like moths on a still yellow light No penance serves to renew them No massive transfusions of trust Why not even revenge can undo them So twisted these vows and so crushed

I am the distance you put between all of the moments that we will be.

I choose the rooms that I live in with care, the windows are small and the walls almost bare, there’s only one bed and there’s only one prayer; I listen all night for your step on the stair.

And now I hear your master sing, you kneel for him to come. His body is a golden string that your body is hanging from.

Through windows in the dark The children come, the children go Like arrows with no targets Like shackles made of snow

Like any dealer he was watching for the card That is so high and wild He’ll never need to deal another He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne? Where are the paths your heroes came? Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away, was I, was I only limping, was I really lame?

And it’s time for the burden it’s time for the whip Will she walk through the flame Can he shoot from the hip

Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don’t really care for music, do you? It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah

But you’ve used up all your coupons except the one that seems to be written on your wrist along with several thousand dreams.

Maybe I’m still hurting I can’t turn the other cheek But you know that I still love you It’s just that I can’t speak I looked for you in everyone And they called me on that too I lived alone but I was only Coming back to you

And they’re handing down my sentence now And I know what I must do Another mile of silence while I’m Coming back to you

The door is open, you can’t close your shelter You try the handle of the road It opens, do not be afraid It’s you my love, you who are the stranger

I’m on the side that’s always lost Against the side of Heaven I’m on the side of Snake-eyes tossed Against the side of Seven.

But you lost them in your freedom And you need him now, you’re wild Blessed is the memory Of everybody’s child

Then fire, make your body cold, I’m going to give you mine to hold,“ saying this she climbed inside to be his one, to be his only bride.

Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight? Who snaps it asunder the very next night Some say the rider Some say the mare Or that love’s like the smoke beyond all repair

With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world.

As a falling leaf may rest A moment on the air So your head upon my breast So my hand upon your hair

I’m not asking for mercy Not from the man You just don’t ask for mercy While you’re still on the stand

And many nights endure Without a moon or star So we will endure When one is gone and far

And then leaning on your window sill He’ll say one day you caused his will To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter

The rain falls down on last year’s man An hour has gone by And he has not moved his hand But everything will happen if he only gives the word The lovers will rise up And the mountains touch the ground But the skylight is like skin for a drum I’ll never mend And all the rain falls down amen On the works of last year’s man

You’re faithful to the better man, I’m afraid that he left. So let me judge your love affair in this very room where I have sentenced mine to death.

If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you.

Then I saw you naked in the early dawn, oh, I hoped you would be someone new. I reached for you but you were gone, so lady I’m going too.

And there’s nothing to follow There’s nowhere to go She’s gone like the summer gone like the snow

That’s all I can say, baby That’s all I can say It wasn’t for nothing That they put me away I fell with my angel Down the chain of command There’s a Law, there’s an Arm, there’s a Hand

Lost in the rages of fragrance Lost in the rags of remorse Lost in the waves of a sickness That loosens the high silver nerves

When I am on a pedestal, you did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare. I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky, and lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.

You met him at some temple, where they take your clothes at the door. He was just a numberless man in a chair who’d just come back from the war.

And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil That I had to draw aside to see The serpent eat its tail

Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain So I hang upon my altar And I hoist my axe again And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began When Jesus was the honeymoon And Cain was just the man

But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still My falsity had stung me like a hornet The poison sank and it paralysed my will

in city and in forest they smiled like me and you, but now it’s come to distances and both of us must try, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

Now my heart’s like a blister From doing what I do If the moon has a sister It’s got to be you

And where, where, where is my Gypsy wife tonight I’ve heard all the wild reports, they can’t be right But whose head is this she’s dancing with on the threshing floor Whose darkness deepens in her arms a little more

Do you want to be the ditch around a tower? Do you want to be the moonlight in his cave? Do you want to give your blessing to his power as he goes whistling past his daddy, past his daddy’s grave

If it be your will That a voice be true From this broken hill I will sing to you From this broken hill All your praises they shall ring If it be your will To let me sing

The age of lust is giving birth, and both the parents ask the nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass.

But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk, All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?

And the vow of compassion That you swore through your teeth When the war began to end And the photographs weep

Goodnight, my darling, I hope you’re satisfied, the bed is kind of narrow, but my arms are open wide. And here’s a man still working for your smile.

Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control. It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.

I’m not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it’s just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea, but let’s not talk of love or chains and things we can’t untie, your eyes are soft with sorrow, Hey, that’s no way to say goodbye.

Do not dress in those rags for me, I know you are not poor; you don’t love me quite so fiercely now when you know that you are not sure, it is your turn, beloved, it is your flesh that I wear.

A war between the odd and the even.

Well I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul; when I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill.

And here, right here, between the dancer and his cane, between the sailboat and the drain, between the newsreel and your tiny pain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.

I changed my style to silver I changed my clothes to black And where I would surrender Ah now I would attack

She said, "I’m tired of the war, I want the kind of work I had before, a wedding dress or something white to wear upon my swollen appetite.”

Then lay your rose on the fire The fire give up to the sun The sun give over to splendour In the arms of the high holy one

And draw us near And bind us tight All your children here In their rags of light In our rags of light All dressed to kill And end this night If it be your will

I met a man who lost his mind in some lost place I had to find, follow me the wise man said, but he walked behind.

I asked her to hold me, I said, “Lady, unfold me,” but she scorned me and she told me I was dead and I could never return.

Well I lived with a child of snow when I was a soldier, and I fought every man for her until the nights grew colder.

Into this furnace I ask you now to venture…

She took his tavern parliament, his cap, his cocky dance, she mocked his female fashions and his working-class moustache.

Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free.

She took his much admired oriental frame of mind and the heart-of-darkness alibi his money hides behind She took his blonde madonna and his monastery wine – “This mental space is occupied and everything is mine.”

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night beside her And you know that she’s half crazy But that’s why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you mean to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you’ve always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you know that she will trust you For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

So, now that you’ve decided To follow the sun Like a shadow of birds Or a king on the run

Well, I’ve been waiting, I was sure We’d meet between the trains we’re waiting for I think it’s time to board another Please understand, I never had a secret chart To get me to the heart of this Or any other matter While he talks like this, you don’t know what he’s after When he speaks like this, you don’t know what he’s after

Or she’ll make a break for the high plateau where there’s nothing above and there’s nothing below

The baby’s crying, so you do not go outside, and all your work it’s right before your eyes.

I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark Oh one by one she had to tell them That her name was Joan of Arc

And you wrap up his tired face in your hair and he hands you the apple core. Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare of all the kisses we put on some time before.

I fought in the old revolution on the side of the ghost and the King. Of course I was very young and I thought that we were winning; I can’t pretend I still feel very much like singing as they carry the bodies away.

Oh, you are really such a pretty one. I see you’ve gone and changed your name again. And just when I climbed this whole mountainside, to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady?

And who are you?“ she sternly spoke to the one beneath the smoke. "Why, I’m fire,” he replied, “And I love your solitude, I love your pride.

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove

Just open up your dainty little hand. You know this life is filled with many sweet companions, many satisfying one-night stands.

And come forth from the cloud of unknowing And kiss the cheek of the moon

But climb on your tears and be silent Like a rose on its ladder of thorns

the crumbs of love that you offer me, they’re the crumbs I’ve left behind.

Yes, and here, right here between the moonlight and the lane, between the tunnel and the train, between the victim and his stain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.

There’s a blaze of light in every word It doesn’t matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah

There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn’t.

Oh sometimes I see her undressing for me, she’s the soft naked lady love meant her to be and she’s moving her body so brave and so free. If I’ve got to remember that’s a fine memory.

O lady with your legs so fine O stranger at your wheel, You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal.

He said, "I locked you in this body, I meant it as a kind of trial. You can use it for a weapon, or to make some woman smile.”

But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame She said at last I was her finest lover and if she withered I would be to blame

You will never see a man this naked I will never hold a woman this close

And you say you’ve been humbled in love Cut down in your love Forced to kneel in the mud next to me Ah but why so bitterly turn from the one Who kneels there as deeply as thee

I went down to the place Where I knew she lay waiting Under the marble and the snow I said, Mother I’m frightened The thunder and the lightning I’ll never come through this alone She said, I’ll be with you My shawl wrapped around you My hand on your head when you go And the night came on It was very calm I wanted the night to go on and on But she said, Go back, Go back to the World

May Christ have mercy on your soul For making such a joke Amid these hearts that burn like coal And the flesh that rose like smoke.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

I showed my heart to the doctor: he said I just have to quit. Then he wrote himself a prescription, and your name was mentioned in it! Then he locked himself in a library shelf with the details of our honeymoon, and I hear from the nurse that he’s gotten much worse and his practice is all in a ruin.

And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight All these wounded boys you lie beside Goodnight, my friends, goodnight

One by one, the guests arrive The guests are coming through The open-hearted many The broken-hearted few And no one knows where the night is going And no one knows why the wine is flowing Oh love I need you

I greet you from the other side Of sorrow and despair With a love so vast and shattered It will reach you everywhere

So you moved away the mountain That the sun rose behind And you said yourself a prayer And laid down with the blind

Your body like a searchlight my poverty revealed, I would like to try your charity until you cry, “Now you must try my greed.” And everything depends upon how near you sleep to me

and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose, yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.

Ah the silver knives are flashing in the tired old cafe A ghost climbs on the table in a bridal negligee She says, My body is the light, my body is the way” I raise my arm against it all and I catch the bride’s bouquet

Children have takes these pledges They have ferried them out of the past Oh beyond all the graves and the hedges Where love must go hiding at last

It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

The river is swollen up with rusty cans and the trees are burning in your promised land.

Your father’s gone a-hunting Through the silver and the glass Where only greed can enter But spirit, spirit cannot pass

And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice, a singer must die for the lie in his voice.

and there is no space but there’s left and right and there is no time but there’s day and night

Your father’s gone a-hunting And he’s lost his lucky charm And he’s lost the guardian heart That keeps the hunter from the harm

It’s not the news of burning towns that ruins your mind Like a spool you turn and you turn but it won’t unwind No these wars you did not start, they don’t tear your sleep apart It’s just a man taking what he needs from the store room

True love leaves no traces If you and I are one It’s lost in our embraces Like stars against the sun

And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song as the day caves in and the night is all wrong

Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess. Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes. Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine, I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.

I sang my songs, I told my lies, to lie between your matchless thighs.

Why do you stand by the window Abandoned to beauty and pride The thorn of the night in your bosom The spear of the age in your side

And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said, “Well never mind, we are ugly but we have the music.”

Trav'ling lady stay awhile until the night is over. I’m just a station on your way, I know I’m not your lover.

Just take this longing from my tongue, all the useless things my hands have done, let me see your beauty broken down, like you would do for one you love.

Let your mercy spill On all these burning hearts in hell If it be your will To make us well

Oh the world is sweet the world is wide and she’s there where the light and the darkness divide and the steam’s coming off her she’s huge and she’s shy and she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky

And while he talks his dreams to sleep You notice there’s a highway That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder

For the heart with no companion For the soul without a king For the prima ballerina Who cannot dance to anything

You kept right on loving, I went on a fast, now I am too thin and your love is too vast.

I saw her wince, I saw her cry, I saw the glory in her eye. Myself I long for love and light, but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm, yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you

Well you know that I love to live with you, but you make me forget so very much. I forget to pray for the angels and then the angels forget to pray for us.

I know you need your sleep now, I know your life’s been hard. But many men are falling, where you promised to stand guard.

And she comes to his hand but she’s not really tame She longs to be lost he longs for the same

Now I look for her always I’m lost in this calling I’m tied to the threads of some prayer Saying, When will she summon me When will she come to me What must I do to prepare When she bends to my longing Like a willow, like a fountain She stands in the luminous air And the night comes on And it’s very calm I lie in her arms she says, When I’m gone I’ll be yours, yours for a song

Through the days of shame that are coming Through the nights of wild distress Tho’ your promise count for nothing You must keep it nonetheless

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into them, you who’ve been travelling so long.

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love

The walls of this hotel are paper-thin Last night I heard you making love to him The struggle mouth to mouth and limb to limb The grunt of unity when he came in I stood there with my ear against the wall I was not seized by jealousy at all In fact a burden lifted from my soul I heard that love was out of my control

Your standing days are done,“ I cried, “You’ll rally me no more. I don’t even know what side We fought on, or what for.

#Leonard Cohen