The Man Comes Around

The Man Comes Around (American IV) 

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Como dice Landahlauts, hoy en Moonshadow suena The Man Comes Around, la canción que dio título al último disco que publicó Johnny Cash en vida (2002), el cuarto de los legendarios álbumes que editó bajo el sello American Recordings. Nunca el Apocalipsis fue tan poético como en boca del hombre de negro.

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder:
One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see."
And I saw.
And behold, a white horse.

There’s a man goin’ ‘round takin’ names.
An’ he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won’t be treated all the same.
There’ll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
For you partake of that last offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter’s ground.
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin’.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born an’ some are dyin’.
It’s Alpha’s and Omega’s Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they’ll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long down,
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin’.
Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born an’ some are dyin’.
It’s Alpha’s and Omega’s Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
And I looked and behold: a pale horse.
And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.

4 Comments

  1. Posted 26 de marzo de 2007 at 12:12 pm | Permalink

    Adoro este disco, a mi es que me gustan mucho las versioneas y las que hace de U2, Depeche Mode y la explotadísima Hurt de Nine inch nails han remplazado alas originales en mis preferencias. Menudo Crack.

    Saludos

  2. Posted 27 de marzo de 2007 at 10:08 am | Permalink

    :)

    Un buen disco y un buen intérprete…

  3. Posted 2 de agosto de 2015 at 4:52 am | Permalink

    Directivo del Curso de Marketing Digital y Social Media, una iniciativa social gracias a la fundaci?n de Mar a Mar.

  4. Posted 18 de septiembre de 2015 at 6:36 pm | Permalink

    Porque si no las detecta Google (por estar con el plugin,
    digo yo) puesto que es un aut?ntico fastidio.

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