I don't know about Green Day, but speaking of songs, I always thought k. d. lang's version of 'Hallelujah' fit Eugenides and Irene really well.
I heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord 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
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 Hallelujah
Baby I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked the floor, I used to live alone before I knew you But I've seen your flag on the marble arch, Our love is not a victory march, It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above, But all I've ever learnt from love, Is how to shoot somebody who outdrew you, It's not a cry that you hear at night, It's not someone who's seen the light, It's a cold and broken hallelujah
It's a beautiful song. Leonard Cohen wrote it, and JJ Cale has a lovely version on the Leonard Cohen Tribute CD (there are two versions, one two different Tribute CDs. The one by JJCale is way better than the other, but I don't remember which CD it is on).
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Date: 8/7/06 07:29 pm (UTC)I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
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
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 Hallelujah
Baby I've been here before,
I've seen this room and I've walked the floor,
I used to live alone before I knew you
But I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
Our love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above,
But all I've ever learnt from love,
Is how to shoot somebody who outdrew you,
It's not a cry that you hear at night,
It's not someone who's seen the light,
It's a cold and broken hallelujah
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Date: 8/8/06 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 8/8/06 08:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 8/9/06 02:21 pm (UTC)