Johnny Cash era el puto amo. ¿qué más puedo decir para enfatizar que el tipo es de lo mejor que se puede escuchar ahora? (y eso que está muerto).
Este temon aparece en el tercer disco de la serie American Recordings, Solitary Man. En realidad, todo el disco es buenísimo, incluso hay un cover de U2 (sí, es One, y Cash hace olvidar completamente a Bono y amiguis).
[audio:http://blog.carlosriquelme.com/audio/Johnny Cash/The Mercy Seat.mp3]
O tb acá (guardar como).
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Ah, el crimen, uno de los temas preferidos de Cash. ¿Alguna vez te has sentido culpable de algo? O mejor aún ¿has sentido el incomparable placer de hacer doler a otro? Mmm, no creo que Cash haya querido hablar sobre el placer de causar dolor, pena o grief.
me quedo con esta parte:
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m not afraid to die.
Y con la forma en que la canción se aproxima a su final, tal como el que va caminando a su cierta muerte en una silla eléctrica. Paso firme o tembloroso, da lo mismo, porque va a llegar allá igual. La silla del perdón.
Johnny Cash – The Mercy Seat
It all began when they took me from my home
And put me on Death Row,
A crime for which I am totally innocent, you know.
I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields,
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley’s wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
And all things either good or ungood.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m not afraid to die.
I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that’s what I’m told
My kill hand’s tatooed E.V.I.L.
Across it’s brother’s fist
That filthy five!
They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I’m told
All history does unfold.
It’s made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like a moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I’m yearning
To be done with all this weighing of the truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I’m not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I’m hoping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
And I’m not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I’m hoping
To be done with all these looks of disbelief.
A life for a life and a truth for a truth
And I’ve got nothing left to lose
And I’m not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is smoking
And I think my head is melting
And in a way that’s helping
To be done with all this twisting of the truth.
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I’m afraid I told a lie.
(guardar como)
