Letra y Significado de BED OF ROSES, Bon Jovi


Yenni opina:

Puesto #1 Me encanta cruda real y directa. Demasiado romántica en su esencia, donde realmente separa el amor del sexo casual, en cuanto a su arreglo me hace flotar exquisita toca las hebras de mi ser y me identifico totalmente con la letra

guioteca opina:

Puesto #2 Si existe el "eclectisismo" en una sola canción, claramente esta balada es sin duda el ejemplo más crudo. No podemos hablar mucho más de lo que sabemos del contenido y trama de la letra de "Bed of Roses", que incluso tuvo éxito traducida al castellano a pesar de la horrible fonética de Jon Bon Jovi (o sea, todos conocemos la famosa "cama de rouusaaaas").

¿Por qué hablamos de "eclecticismo"? Esta canción se puede clasificar en las que más la "pica finita" Jon Bon Jovi. Si a eso le sumas que era parte de un álbum presionado por la crítica a causa de su alejamiento definitivo del glam (en música y visual. la banda entera se cortó el pelo), hablamos de una ecuación casi de fracaso infinito como resultado.


Bed of rosesbon jovisitting here wasted and woundedat this old pianotrying hard to capturethe moment this morning i don't know'cause a bottle of vodkais still lodged in my headand some blond gave me nightmaresi think she's still in my bedas i dream about moviesthey won't make of me when i'm deadwith an ironclad fist i wake up andfrench kiss the morningwhile some marching band keepsits own beat in my headwhile we're talkingabout all of the things that i long to believeabout love and the truth andwhat you mean to meand the truth is baby you're all that i needi want to lay you on a bed of rosesfor tonite i sleep on a bed on nailsi want to be just as close as the holy ghost isand lay you down on bed of roseswell i'm so far awaythat each step that i take is on my way homea king's ransom in dimes i'd given each nightjust to see through this payphonestill i run out of timeor it's hard to get throughtill the bird on the wire flies me back to youi'll just close my eyes and whisper,baby blind love is truei want to lay you down on a bed of rosesfor tonite i sleep on a bed on nailsi want to be just as close as the holy ghost isand lay you down on bed of rosesthe hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone drythe barkeeper's wig's crookedand she's giving me the eyei might have said yeahbut i laughed so hard i think i diedwhen you close your eyesknow i'll be thinking about youwhile my mistress she calls meto stand in her spotlight againtonite i won't be alonebut you know that don'tmean i'm not lonely i've got nothing to provefor it's you that i'd die to defendi want to lay you down on a bed of rosesfor tonite i sleep on a bed on nailsi want to be just as close as the holy ghost isand lay you down on bed of roses


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