Sympathy For The Devil

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man’s soul and faith

And I was ’round when jesus christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game

I stuck around st. petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain

I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)

I shouted out,
Who killed the kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)

Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached bombay
(woo woo, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who)
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(who who, who who)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)

Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me lucifer
’cause I’m in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)

So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(who who)
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)

Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(woo woo)

Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame

Oh, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

What’s my name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name

Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah

... solo tardamos 3191 puestas de sol en encontrarla, pero merecio la pena ...

¿ MUERTE = FIN ?

Hace poco escuche que una semilla debe morir para dar lugar a un precioso arbol y pense:
"...que dificil ser una semilla que ve por momentos como su vida se escapa, como todo su mundo se destruye y la realidad que conoce deja de existir, pero que alegria mas inmensa sentiria al descubrir que al dejar de ser, al dejar de existir como semilla, al destruir lo que llamaba YO, se habia convertido en algo que jamas se habria imaginado soñado: un ARBOL..."

El fin de las cosas, su muerte, siempre resulta triste y dolorosa por que vivimos empeñados en aferrarnos a lo que conocemos, empeñados en ser los que eramos, en hacer lo que haciamos, en pensar como pensabamos, empeñados en que todo este como nosotros creemos que debe estar, aferrados en seguir siendo semillas con tanto miedo a cambiar, con tanto miedo a morir que no podemos convertirnos en arboles.


En mi opinion, en esta vida tenemos que estar dispuestos a "morir", dispuestos al cambio, dispuestos a todo o nos quedaremos sin ser todo lo que podriamos ser.

Esto a nacido como comentario del post A veces, pero sólo a veces...de Luna, es curioso como despues de meses sin escribir unos pensamientos te llevan a otros y terminas escribiendo lo mas inesperado, o tal vez teniendo en cuenta el tiempo en el que estamos mi pensamiento tiene algo de logica... no se, pero me alegra estar de vuelta :)