La música cristiana es de origen judío: la liturgia musical de la sinagoga, en particular el canto psalmódico de los judíos como unidad poética musical, fue un legado preciado transmitido del Israel antiguo al cristianismo primitivo, como forma de manifestar tanto a nivel personal como comunitario las creencias religiosas y la fe en Dios.
I’ve been running from something, I don’t know
Every friend I ever had, they turned to foe
And these holes are worn deep inside my soul
Never ever gave my heart a chance to grow
It’s been stomped upon, left out in the cold
When I was young, I never had no momma ‘round
As I was born, she was buried in the ground
And my father, he always screaming loud
Nothing worse than to hear that dreadful sound
It didn’t matter what I did, he never proud
And it’s plain to see, that no one gives a damn about me
I finally got a girl when I was seventeen
And finally get a chance to see what I ain’t seen
Man, I always knew the other pasture’s green
Until she left one night when I was fast asleep
I heard she ran off with a lookalike james dean
And it’s plain to see, that no one gives a damn about me
One day I grew too tired to sit and mope
Went down to the old hardware to buy some rope
I think I finally might have found the antidote
Climbed up high in union square inside that rope
In my pocket, clergy man he found a note
Well I’ve been running from something, I don’t know
Every friend I ever had, they turned to foe
And these holes are worn deep inside my soul
Never ever gave my heart a chance to grow
It’s been stomped upon, left out in the cold
And it’s plain to see, that no one gave a damn about me