viernes, 30 de marzo de 2007

Mirrors & Smoke

Good Monsters
by Jars of Clay

Listen: [rm]
Lyrics:
I'm feeling older than my years, I'm feeling pain inside my chest.
You know it's love that keeps me silent, it's my silence you detest.
Rivers flow into the ocean, and oceans never fill,
I want to kiss your lips but I know I never will.

Love's a hard decision to risk impending choke,
So my love will keep you wishing,
and my heart will keep me broke.

I give you flowers, give you candy to even out the guilt.
I send you greeting cards with messages that I could never write.
Rivers flow into the oceans, and oceans never fill,
I want to let you know me, but I know I never will.

Love's a contradiction made of mirrors and smoke,
So my love will keep you wishing,
and my heart it makes me broke.

You will always want me, and I'll always want to leave.
Even though I cut your wounds, you still deny they're real.
Rivers flow into the oceans, and oceans never fill,
I want to lay my life down, but I know you never will.

Love's a strange condition with all the doubts it can invoke,
Your love keeps me wishing, and my heart it keeps me broke.

Baby, don't you cry 'cause I got it all figure out.
You'll always make me sad, but that's what true love is all about.
Rivers never fill the oceans, but oceans always feel...
The waters reaching deep inside them, I guess they always will.

Loves a constant mission, truer words were never spoke,
So my love will keep you wishin' and my heart will keep me broke...

..keeps me wishing, my heart it makes me broke....mirrors and smoke.


Written by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark © 2006 Pogostick Music (BMI) / Bridge Building (BMI). All rights for the world on behalf of Pogostick Music (BMI) administered by Bridge Building (BMI).

sábado, 17 de marzo de 2007

Blue Hills

Recuerdo de un atardecer

Recordando aquella tarde luego del Congreso Nacional... una conversación memorable. Esta canción refleja mucho de lo que conversamos allí.


There Is A River

Good Monsters

by Jars of Clay

Listen:
[rm]

There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own...

For all of your tears,
Are the wages for things you have done.
On all of those nights, spent alone in the darkness of your mind.
Give it up, Let go. These are things you were never meant to shoulder,

There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of your tears, love will atone

So, give up the right, to control the waves that empty at your life
Above wild skies, are the rays that break the shadows we design

Give it up, let go. These are things you were never meant to shoulder.
Give it up, Let go...

There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of these things, love will atone

I know the world can turn in different ways.
Most of the time we're simply hangin on.
But under the signs of how we all behave,
we might find the place where we belong...

There is a river that washes you clean
There is a tree that marks the places you've been
Blood that was spilled, although not your own
For all of these things, love will atone
For all of those nights, you cried all alone
For all of your tears... love will atone.


Written by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark, Ron Aniello © 2006 Pogostick Music (BMI) / Bridge Building (BMI). All rights for the world on behalf of Pogostick Music (BMI) administered by Bridge Building (BMI). / Aniello Music / EMI-Blackwell Music, Inc. (BMI)



Salmo 1

1 Bienaventurado el varón que no anduvo en consejo de malos, Ni estuvo en camino de pecadores, Ni en silla de escarnecedores se ha sentado;

2 Sino que en la ley de Jehová está su delicia,
Y en su ley medita de día y de noche.

3 Será como árbol plantado junto a corrientes de aguas,
Que da su fruto en su tiempo,
Y su hoja no cae;
Y todo lo que hace, prosperará.

4 No así los malos,
Que son como el tamo que arrebata el viento.

5 Por tanto, no se levantarán los malos en el juicio,
Ni los pecadores en la congregación de los justos.

6 Porque Jehová conoce el camino de los justos;
Mas la senda de los malos perecerá.