Yeah, yeah, God is great

Apesar de não ter nada claramente expresso, a forma como a intérprete se expressa e como o vídeo foi editado parece que temos aí uma das mais elaboradas críticas...
Alguém mais acha isso?

Para além disso, estamos diante de um clássico.

One Of Us

Joan Osborne

 

Oh, one of these nights at about twelve o'clock
This whole earth is gonna reel and rock
Saints will tremble and cry for pain
For the lord's gonna come in his heavenly airplane
If god had a name, what would it be?
And would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him in all his glory?
What would you ask if you had just one question?
Yeah, yeah, god is great
Yeah, yeah, god is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if god was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
If god had a face, what would it look like?
And would you want to see
If seeing mean that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and Jesus and the saints
And all the prophets?
Yeah, yeah, god is great
Yeah, yeah, god is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if god was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Just trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody call him on the phone
'Cept for the pope, maybe, in rome
Yeah, yeah, god is great
Yeah, yeah, god is good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What if god was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody call him on the phone
'Cept for the pope, maybe, in rome

Mi amor es un amor de antes de la guerra para saberlo...

Para mi desde Lima

La Mujer Que Yo Quiero
Joan Manuel Serrat


La mujer que yo quiero, no necesita bañarse cada noche en agua bendita. Tiene muchos defectos, dice mi madre, y demasiados huesos, dice mi padre. Pero ella es más verdad que el pan y la tierra. Mi amor es un amor de antes de la guerra para saberlo... La mujer que yo quiero, no necesita deshojar cada noche una margarita. La mujer que yo quiero, es fruta jugosa prendida en mi alma como si cualquier cosa. Con ella quieren dármela mis amigos, y se amargan la vida mis enemigos... porque sin querer tú, te envuelve su arrullo y contra su calor, se pierde el orgullo y la vergüenza... La mujer que yo quiero, es fruta jugosa madurando feliz, dulce y vanidosa. La mujer que yo quiero, me ató a su yunta, para sembrar la tierra de punta a punta de un amor que nos habla con voz de sabio y tiene de mujer la piel y los labios. Son todos suyos mis compañeros de antes...
Mi perro, mi Escalectric y mis amantes. Pobre JUANITO... La mujer que yo quiero, me ató a su yunta: pero, por favor, no se lo digas nunca. Pero, por favor, no se lo digas nunca...