Hallelujah's, like...for saying God is good. You'd say something like 'praise the Maker.'

[ Beth almost doesn't want to explain, since the alternative's sitting there and listening to him play. Already, she's making a mental list of other songs to teach him--if all he needs is to hear them sung to memorize them, they could do this forever. So much Tom Waits. Elvis Costello. Bob Dylan. John Prine. And all the songs her father would've loved on the violin, Irish ballads and drinking songs. ]

It's...kind of ironic, in this one.