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From: tgtchb@tc0.chem.tue.nl (Harold "Bo" Baur) Subject: CRD: Story of Isaac, Leonard Cohen. Here's one more of Leonard Cohen... not that anybody asked :-) Bo. Story of Isaac
The Amdoor it opened Fslowly, my Amfather he came Fin, I was Gnine Fyears Eold. And he Amstood so tall abFove me, his Amblue eyes they were Fshining and his Gvoice was Fvery Ecold. He Csaid, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must Ddo what I've been Btold." So he Fstarted up the Bbmountain, I was Frunning, he was Bbwalking, and his Faxe was Gmade of Agold. Am
Well, the trees they got much smaller, the lake a lady's mirror, we stopped to drink some wine. Then he threw the bottle over. Broke a minute later and he put his hand on mine. Thought I saw an eagle but it might have been a vulture, I never could decide. Then my father built an altar, he looked once behind his shoulder, he knew I would not hide. You who build these altars now to sacrifice these children, you must not do it anymore. A scheme is not a vision and you never have been tempted by a demon or a god. You who stand above them now, your hatchets blunt and bloody, you were not there before, when I lay upon a mountain and my father's hand was trembling with the beauty of the word. And if you call me brother now, forgive me if I inquire, "Just according to whose plan?" When it all comes down to dust I will kill you if I must, I will help you if I can. When it all comes down to dust I will help you if I must, I will kill you if I can. And mercy on our uniform, man of peace or man of war, the peacock spreads his fan. Comments 'n stuff okay, reply to: tgtchb@chem.tue.nl