Cárgame, me morí...

Algunas cosas que pensé la semana pasada...
Un poco atrasado...
En fin. Es lo que hay.

Dead Man (Carry Me)

Good Monsters
by Jars of Clay

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January 1, I got a lot of things on my mind
Looking at my body through a new spy satellite
I try to lift a finger but I don't think I can make the call
So, tell me if I move 'cause I don't feel anything at all....so

Carry Me, I'm just a dead man lying on the carpet can't find a heart beat
Make me breathe, I want to be a new man, tired of the old one, out with the old plan

I woke up from a dream about an empty funeral
But it was better than the party full of people I don't really know.
They've got hearts to break and burn, dirty hands to feel the earth
There is something in my veins but I can't seem to make it work...won't work

So, carry me, I'm just a dead man lying on the carpet, can't find a heartbeat
Make me breathe, I want to be a new man, tired of the old one, out with the old plan..

Can you find a beat, inside of me? Any pulse? Getting worse. Any pulse, getting worse? Inside of me....
Can you find a beat.

Carry me, I'm just a dead man lying on the carpet, can't find a heartbeat
make me breathe, I want to be a new man, tired of the old one, out with the old plan
Carry me, I'm just a dead man lying on the carpet can't find a heartbeat...
make me breathe, I want to be a new man, tired of the old one, out with the old plan.


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).

Behind the Song:
"It’s the context of relationships that’s deeper, that’s much more vulnerable and honest. And being OK, that process has allowed us to accept who we are. It’s allowed us to accept that there are those dark places. I’m not so surprised anymore, and it takes a big weight off. We’re not secluded anymore. I’m not having to show people this rot of the controlled idea of me, I can show somebody the real me, and they have to contend with that. We call that “bringing the weight.” We bring our own weight into conversations, into our opinions, into our songwriting, we’re being freed up to say this stuff and not have carry the weight of how someone else has to deal with that." - Dan Haseltine (Jars Of Clay)

Hasta los Ángeles Lloran

Even Angels Cry

Good Monsters
by Jars of Clay

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I whisper, 'you don't have to worry we'll survive',
forced smiles underneath the brittle frozen light,
no proof that your alive.

Cold fingers find the curve below your tired eyes,
no comfort in familiar places not this time,
you hold it deep inside

Oh Sister, if you wake up in the night,
walls have fallen letting in the light,
no need to worry
Baby, even angels cry.

No flood warnings, still the waters rise.
Flowers through asphalt,
diamonds in the pockets of your eyes,
you turn your face and hide.

I saw a woman with ribbons in her hair,
old and lonely...so beautiful I had to stop and stare,
the well will not run dry.

Oh Sister, if you wake up in the night,
walls have fallen letting in the light,
no need to worry
Baby, even angels cry.

Oh Sister if you wake up in the night
walls have fallen letting in the light
no need to worry...baby even angels,

Cry, Sister if you wake up in the night
walls have fallen letting in the light
It'll be alright, baby even angels cry.....
baby please don't worry.... not tonight.

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