La Mer

Live at the Liquid Room: Tokyo (January 30, 1995)

It’s not Jesus It’s not God It’s not the bottle It’s not the pills It’s not the needle So, whats the answer? It’s not her face that was so pure When long ago when you were honest, you were open It’s never anything that you find in the bible that they use for garbage paper It’s just hallelujah baby Until you’re nothing, it’s just hallelujah, baby Until she seems like she’s everywhere Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Live at the Bataclan (February 11, 1995)

It’s not what you’re told It’s not her face It’s not his touch In the room you both share When he’s gone when he left When your time and your memory fills your dreams When you’re honest and together Together no more No more Hallelujah, until you’re nothing Hallelujah, baby, until she’s everywhere Hallelujah, until together you are somewhere I’d lost Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

Live in Chicago (May 13,1995)

It’s not about us It’s not in her face It’s not in the needle  or the vial It’s not in the powder on the evening,  we as strangers and there are many Thinking back to the time when you were together So honest, so perfect and adored NO MORE, NO MORE, Hallelujah. Baby, until you are nothing, Hallelujah, baby. Until she is everything, Hallelujah. ‘Til together, you are somewhere, Hallelujah.

𝑇𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑦𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑟; 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡; 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑; 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑-𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑑; 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦.

𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑; 𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑠 𝑀𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡: 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝐴 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛, 𝐴 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛, 𝐼𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛; 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑒, 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑖𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡, 𝑆𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝐵𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛?

𝑊𝐵 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑠

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