When I Dream of Michelangelo

La que publicaré en esta ocasión es, actualmente, mi canción favorita del quinto álbum de estudio de la banda californiana Counting Crows que lleva por nombre Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings (noches de Sábado y mañanas de Domingo). Esta nueva producción viene a ser un disco conceptual que gira en torno a temas referentes al pecado y el arrepentimiento y esta dividido en dos secciones: Una primera mitad llena de influencias del rock, guitarras eléctricas y algo de distorsión y una segunda mitad mucho más acústica e influenciada por sonidos country, donde Adam Duritz prueba, una vez más, que hay mucho más en esta banda que Mr. Jones. A continuación las letras de When I Dream of Michelangelo:

Well you know I don't like you
But you wanna be my friend
Well, there are bodies on the ceiling
And they're fluttering their wings
It's ok I'm angry
But you'll never understand
When you dream of Michelangelo
They hang above your hands.

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again.

And I can't why you'd want to talk to me
When your vision of America is crystalline and clean
I want a white bread life
Just something ignorant and plain,
But from the walls of Michelangelo I'm dangling again.

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again.

Saturn on a line
A sun afire on strings and wires
To spin above my head and make it right
But any time you like
You can catch a sight of angel eyes all emptiness and infinite.

And I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed
I see god upon the ceiling I see angels overhead
And he seems so close as he reaches out his hand
But we are never quite as close as we are led to understand.

And I know that she is not my friend
And I know cause there she goes
Walking on my skin again and again.

Counting Crows.