[Julien listens carefully and starts shaking his head, hooded though it is, as he starts picking up on Joker blaming himself? What? No. What's the first song he can think of to reject that with - of course. He spends a moment. Yes, nothing in there that he probably shouldn't say.
It's got short, punchy lyrics that don't go so great with classical, formal divine speech like what works beautifully with Cohen, but the shorter, more informal words that might be used on the battlefield or in moments of crisis fit okay. Also, his body has some songbird elements. He can sing two thing at once from this beak and make an approximation of the strings section, because the lyrics by themselves just don't sound quite right.]
Your grace is wasted on my person. Your boldness stands alone in the wreckage. Now learn from your mother or spend your days biting your own neck.
But it was not your fault but mine. And it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time. Didn't I my dear?
['Fucked' doesn't have the teeth it has in English. Sex and biological functions aren't profane to angels; most who hang around humans for long start picking up their ways of swearing, but they swear by these things in human languages. It's as if Julien used 'loved' for the line, that's how defanged it is.
He also really uses the word for 'grace' that means 'divine grace', not anything about agile movement or attractiveness, but Grace, the unearned love and favor that imparts moral strength and inspiration. The amazing Grace that comes to the most terrible sinners and allows the chance for redemption.]
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It's got short, punchy lyrics that don't go so great with classical, formal divine speech like what works beautifully with Cohen, but the shorter, more informal words that might be used on the battlefield or in moments of crisis fit okay. Also, his body has some songbird elements. He can sing two thing at once from this beak and make an approximation of the strings section, because the lyrics by themselves just don't sound quite right.]
Your grace is wasted on my person. Your boldness stands alone in the wreckage. Now learn from your mother or spend your days biting your own neck.
But it was not your fault but mine. And it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time. Didn't I my dear?
['Fucked' doesn't have the teeth it has in English. Sex and biological functions aren't profane to angels; most who hang around humans for long start picking up their ways of swearing, but they swear by these things in human languages. It's as if Julien used 'loved' for the line, that's how defanged it is.
He also really uses the word for 'grace' that means 'divine grace', not anything about agile movement or attractiveness, but Grace, the unearned love and favor that imparts moral strength and inspiration. The amazing Grace that comes to the most terrible sinners and allows the chance for redemption.]