viernes, 24 de abril de 2009

Zombies, sangre y Johnny Cash

Descubrir a Johnny Cash en una película de zombies, tiros y acción salvaje puede sonar raro, pero ese es mi caso. Las imágenes de este video se usaron en parte de la introducción de "El amanecer de los muertos", al igual que la canción que le acompaña, "When the man comes around". De alguna manera, la tensión y violencia de la película y el vídeo encajan con la guitarra y la voz tranquila de Cash. La letra y el ritmo acaban pareciendo premonitorios de lo que se nos vendrá encima más tarde. Dejo el vídeo con la canción:



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 written 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.

2 comentarios:

Jah Work dijo...

When the man comes around! pero que clásico!!! Grandísimo!!!

Veni, Vidi, Triunfetti!

pero la peli mola?

Seventh Son dijo...

no es una obra maestra, pero aunque al principio parece algo cutre (nivel de actores) luego se hace entretenida, está bien para pasar el rato. Y da para mucho cachondeo si se viera en ese plan xD