En el American Recorder IV (el último disco en vida de Johnny Cash), se despide en el último tema con una promesa
Hace unos días salió el segundo disco póstumo de Cash, el American Recorder VI, con joyitas como la canción que le da nombre al álbum
y esta otra, mi favorita del disco, versión de un tema de Sheryl Crow
I've wept for those who suffer long
But how I weep for those who've gone
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong
But keep on killing
It's in the soul to feel such things
But weak to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings
If God be willing
There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man,
And woman wait, watch and wait
For redemption day
Fire rages in the streets
And swallows everything it meets
It's just an image often seen
On television
Come leaders, come you men of great
Let us hear you pontificate
Your many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
What do you have for us today
Throw us a bone but save the plate
On why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate
No riches in trade for the fate
Of every person who died in hate
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man,
And woman wait, watch and wait
For redemption day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom
But how I weep for those who've gone
Into rooms of grief and questioned wrong
But keep on killing
It's in the soul to feel such things
But weak to watch without speaking
Oh what mercy sadness brings
If God be willing
There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man,
And woman wait, watch and wait
For redemption day
Fire rages in the streets
And swallows everything it meets
It's just an image often seen
On television
Come leaders, come you men of great
Let us hear you pontificate
Your many virtues laid to waste
And we aren't listening
What do you have for us today
Throw us a bone but save the plate
On why we waited til so late
Was there no oil to excavate
No riches in trade for the fate
Of every person who died in hate
Throw us a bone, you men of great
There is a train that's heading straight
To heaven's gate, to heaven's gate
And on the way, child and man,
And woman wait, watch and wait
For redemption day
It's buried in the countryside
It's exploding in the shells at night
It's everywhere a baby cries
Freedom
5 comentarios:
no se como sacar el eso de red-bull, si sabeis arreglar el enlace de goear, editadlo y arregladlo
:) Recuerdo un tipo huraño que bebía como un hatun y se colocaba(nunca mejor dicho) en un paseo de artistas callejeros. El no hacía nada, se limitaba a poner un cartel delante donde se leía "NO TALENT" pero, dicen que cuando ya estaba muy muy borracho cantaba
< "A boy named Sue" de Jhony Cash y lo hacía de puta madre :)
Esa canción es mi favorita. Gracias Janis ;)
Que recuerdos...Johnny Cash at San Quentin es uno de los discos que recuerdo en mi casa desde que tengo memoria, una portada con la silueta del Cantante en tonos azules, según supe después lo trajeron de USA una tia mia que esta casada con un yankee y vive en California... ays la nostalgia...
Acabo de entrar en Hatunia (en justa y recíproca correspondencia a tu visita al Reino Menguante y me ha parecido maravillosa la presentación del territorio y sus avitantes.
Por otra parte yo, que siempre quise ser cantante de Country en un bar del carreteras "down, by the banks of the Ohio" he agradecido la presencia inmortal de Johnny Cash
Un saludo
Gracias Francisco :D,
Ohio queda un poco lejos pero estoy convencida de que se puede cantar country en el puente de Ambasaguas y también tendría su aquel
,si te animas a probar no dejes de hacernoslo saber yo te acompañare en cuerpo recogido y alma al aire y se lo contaré al resto de hatunes.
Se muy bienvenido :)
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