December 24, 2005

The Christmas Song

Esta canción de DMB me encanta, por que habla de la Navidad de una forma diferente a lo que estamos acostumbrados a escuchar..que si Rodolfo el reno, que si Santa Claus viene a la ciudad, que si Frosty, los duendes y blah blah...
Habla de lo que en realidad es la Navidad y lo que tiempo después le siguió..Leánla y si tienen chance bájenla para que la escuchen..
Felices Fiestas! Mis mejores deseos en esta Navidad!


Dave Matthews Band - The Christmas Song

She was his girl; he was her boyfriend, she be his wife and make him her husband...

A surprise on the way, any day, any day, one healthy little giggling, dribbling baby boy...

The wise men came, three made their way to shower him with love while he lay in the hay...

Shower him with love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love is all around..

Not very much of his childhood was known, kept his mother Mary worried, always out on his own...

He met another Mary for a reasonable fee, less than reputable as known to be...

His heart full of love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love is all around...

When Jesus Christ was nailed to his tree, He said "oh, Daddy-o, I can see how it all soon will be, I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene, instead I fear I've spilled the blood of my children all around"...

The blood of our children all around, the blood of our children all around...

So, I'm told, so the story goes, the people he knew were less than golden hearted: gamblers and robbers, drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers...
LIKE YOU AND ME...

Rumors insisted he soon would be, for his deviations taken into custody by the authorities less informed than he...

Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers...
Searching for love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, is all around...

Preparations were made for his celebration day...
He said: Eat this bread and think of it as me, drink this wine and dream it will be the blood of our children all around, the blood of our children all around, the blood of our children all around...

Father up above, why in all this hatred do you fill me up with love?
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love's all around...

Father up above, why in all this anger do you fill me up with love?
Fill me up with love, love, love, love, love, love...

And the blood of our children all around...

2 comments:

Ricardo said...

Esta chida la letra... Merry Christmas to you too Nan!!

Belinda said...

Está muy chida, generalmente nos olvidamos del verdadero sentido de la Navidad que es éste, ¡Feliz Navidad!