The Ballad of the Devil and Death
The Devil stood in the corner of my 'hood,
that spot where the wind turns and crosscuts meet;
and beside him stood Death, sipping whisky from a jar;
they scornfully looked at me
out of the corner of their eye
and quietly gave some chuckles out.
And I waited across that autumn street
for someone I no longer remember
through that chilly night,
that found me awake once more.
And thus I heard Death’s muttered words:
“For so long he’s wriggled out
as a rat among wild beasts,
and yet, now it’d be so smooth,
taking a new lamb, merely
by crossing the street.”
I then hid within the fog
and searched among the shadows
for the face that -I then found out-
would never come around.
With the last hope of redemption
I crossed the street as a shaky leaf
and decided to face them both.
“They’ve stood me up”, I said
and asked for light to share a smoke.
Under some yellow tree, we
drank and slacked around;
they told me about their lives,
their triumphs and misadventures;
that the World had gone insane
and even Heaven had been bought.
And even more frightened from them
I stood aghast at Men.
I no longer waited for him
but among the laughter of the coven
Death and the Devil slowly turned my friends;
where the wind turns and crosscuts meet,
that spot in the corner of my 'hood.
Here is the song:
(Perdón si esto enojó a algun fan de La Renga, hubo la mejor intención)