Jeff Buckley

Há casos de versões que conseguem ser superiores ao original. No caso de "Hallelujah", de Leonard Cohen, revista tantas vezes por outros (ver aqui mais covers), é um milagre que isso suceda. Vou fugir, no entanto, ao lugar-comum das associações religiosas que se costumam aplicar à singularidade Jeff Buckley. O álbum "Grace" é um conjunto perfeito produzido por alguém que parecia desafiar as regras conhecidas da beleza. A voz, a guitarra variando entre sons quase calados e o estertor violento de inspiração Led Zeppelin, o amor contado em histórias mal resolvidas, daquelas que têm como única hipótese de redenção a solidão absoluta. Em vez de continuar a escrever, deixo durante algum tempo a tocar a tal versão fantasmagórica. Uma música que prova o poder da música - o tal acorde secreto de que fala a letra.
Nunca as palavras de Leonard Cohen foram tão bem cantadas - e apenas temos de aceitar estas ironias da vida.

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
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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 the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flagg on the marblearch
Love is not a victorymarch
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

It was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving to
And every breath we drew is Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I've really learned from love
Was to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can here at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

[Sérgio Lavos]