hallelujah Thao & Mirah If you start to think that it's all over now That the work you have done has been lost somehow You wake up hungry in this world you've made So much so how could you be turned away Under thunder we drove through a black sky, Paved with the threat we might die, oh we were so afraid You can throw your body up against the glass but you can't stop the rain From pouring in once the cracks have been made But there's still time to sing Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/thao+mirah/hallelujah_20910926.html ] Who could stay sleepin' when that garbage man came? He stormed up the street 'cause we called out his name With the sounds of us choking on the mess that's been made Dig us out from this slumber We've given salt, we've sweated off, done all this and more So heed when you hear us knockin' on your door We don't want to be the currency gets spent on war And then come home wondering what was it all for That's no way to sing Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah We been hard hard working We've got a plan Send home dollar bills And fistfuls of honey We've been working working for that money 111118 ... past I listened to Ideas tonight on Radio One. It's been a while, but it remains one of my favourite programs. After finishing the dishes I sat in the living room, picked up my ukulele and started strumming absentmindedly. Tonight's program discussed peace and public health in war zones. Paul spoke with three people about my age about their experiences providing medical and social health services in, mostly, the DRC. One doctor, one med student, one PhD candidate/social worker-- all at U of T. Stories of death and suffering where articulated in language that pulled at all our hearts, the distributed audience's and mine own. Our souls cried a broken hallelujah. And as we did so, my fingers independently formed the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift. But we remembered Bathsheba, whose midnight bath provoked plans of deceit war and murder in the David's mind. We remembered her husband's hopeless charge, her king's shameful retreat, and the blood that is always spilt in Palestine. Hallelujah, we may sing. But it's broken, crazed, pained if it's borne in blood. The young voices asked for peace and dignity. The doctor ended by saying that he wishes the day that medicins sans frontiers is unnecessary. Then, I think, the hallelujahs will be justified. 130213 what's it to you? who go blather from