La canción del dia

The man comes around-Johnny Cash. "American IV: The Man Comes Around".Universal.2002.

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse
There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treated
All the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the man comes around
CHOURS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust to
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous to
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
CHOURS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was DeathAnd Hell followed with him.


Veo las imágenes de New Orleans de estos días y me viene esta letra a la cabeza.

"No se bailar, no se contar chistes ni llevo pantalones ajustados, pero sí se tocar mas de 1000 canciones” - Johnny Cash. Definitivo, un grande. Sombreros fuera, de rodillas. El sabía algo que nosotros nunca sabremos.

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