Charles Walton Jones

When Jeff Buckley asked if he could record Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah," Cohen sent over a notebook with 80 verses telling Buckley to just pick the ones he liked. The song, like life itself, is complicated, confusing and contradictory. It's lyrics, like many of our hallelujahs, are indeed cold and broken, yet beautiful and tender. That reason alone made the song fitting for Walton's memorial service.

Well, I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well it goes like this: The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... Well your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... Baby, I've been here before I've seen this room and I've walked this floor (you know) I used to live alone before I knew ya And I've seen your flag on the marble arch And love is not a victory march It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... There was a time when you let me know What's really going on below But now you never show that to me, do ya? But remember when I moved in you And the holy dove was moving too And every breath we drew was Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah... Maybe there's a God above But all I've ever learned from love Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya And it's not a cry that you hear 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... Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah

He would have been 30 next week--most definitely by now, a "grown ass man" who could drink all the Dr. Pepper he wanted. While not a day goes by when he's not somehow a part of how I experience life, the link below is a particularly good way to remember him-sharing life with people he loved.

Watch Walton's memorial slideshow here.