A Boy Named Sue - Johnny Cash
"A Boy Named Sue"
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
'Fascists dress in black and go round telling people what to do, where as priests.....'
"Well I woke up Sunday mornin',Originally Posted by Pauro 76
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt..
and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
so I had one more for dessert..
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day"
More Johnny Cash...
Legend.
"I should have told ya, that the things that you love start to own ya" - Happy Mondays, Judge Fudge
"Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see" The Beatles, Strawberry Fields Forever
"Joey's off the gear / he's been clean for half a year / he gets bored out of his mind / but he's trying to toe the line" - Damien Dempsey, Sing all our Cares Away
"Gold road's sure a long road / winds on through the Hills for 15 days" -Stone Roses, Fools Gold
"And I like to live so pleasantly / in this life of luxury / lazin' on a sunny afternoon - in the Summertime" - The Kinks, Sunny Afternoon
"Day by Day / there's a man in a suit / whose gonna make you pay" Oasis, Listen Up
Quoting years at random since 1975
God knows how freddy came up with thse lyrics
Is this the real life ?
Is this just fantasy ?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me
For me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
Eh, Johnny Cash????
"I look to the east, I look to the west
To the north and the south, and I'm not too impressed
Time after time
After crime after crime
They raped, robbed, pillaged, enslaved and murdered
Jesus Christ was their god and they done it in his name
So he could take the blame if it's not all a game
With bible in one hand and a sword in the other
They came to purify my land of my Gaelic Irish mothers
And fathers, and sisters and brothers
With our own ancient customs, laws, music, art
Way of life and culture
Tribal in structure
We had a civilisation
When they were still neanderthal nations
We suffer with the Native American, the Indian in Asia
Aboriginal Australia
The African people with their history so deep
And our children still weep and our lives are still cheap
You came from Germany, from France, from England
And from Spain
From Belgium and from Portugal
You all done much the same
You took what was not yours
Went against your own bible
You broke your own laws
Just to out do the rival
But did you ever apologize
For the hundreds and millions of lives
You destroyed and terrorised
Or have you never realized
Did you never feel shame
For what was done in your country's name
And find out who's to blame and why they were so inhumane
And still they teach you in your school
About those glorious days of rule
And how it's your destiny to be
Superior to me
But if you've any kind of mind
You'll see that all human kind
Are the children of this earth
And your hate for them will chew you up and spit you out
You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
You'll never kill our will to be free, to be free
Inside our minds we hold, hold the key"
Colony.
Manic Street Preacher - 4st 7
Days since I last píssed
cheeks sunken and despaired
so gorgeous sunk to six stone
lose my only remaining home
see my third rib appear
a week later all my flesh disappear
stretching taut, cling-film on bone
I'm getting better
Karen says I've reached my target weight
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
problem is diet's not a big enough word
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
I want to walk in the snow
and not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
and not soil its purity
stomach collapsed at five
lift up my skirt my sex is gone
naked and lovely and 5st. 2
may I bud and never flower
my vision's getting blurred
but I can see my ribs and I feel fine
my hands are trembling stalks
and I can feel my breasts are sinking
mother trys to choke me with roast beef
and sits savouring her sole ryvitta
that's the way you're built my father said
but I can change, my cocoon shedding
I want to walk in the snow
and not leave a footprint
I want to walk in the snow
and not soil its purity
Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
all things I like looking at
too weak to fuss, too weak to die
choice is skeletal in everybody's life
I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
and I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore
I long since moved to a higher plateau
this discipline's so rare so please applaud
just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
I've finally come to understand life
through staring blankly at my navel.
I was gonna say the same about Elvis Costellos ship building as I always thought it was Robert Wyatt and costello covered but I was wrong............ but your right tho. Ship Building is an amazing song btw.
I stand corrected.
I just assumed it was Johnny Cash. Was it Kris Kristofferson?
Yeah it was.
Again?? Is this a joke?
People posting their favorite lyrics without even known who has wrote them. JJ Cale wrote "Cocaine" not Eric Clapton.
Or maybe they are just referring to the version they are most familiar with , For shame!
No they're not, they think that the people they mentioned wrote those songs.
For shame is right.
For the worst stretch rhyming from one of the greatest bands:
"Tell me the story of Old Cuchulainn
Of his features dark and his expression sullen"
Black Rose - Lizzy
DB Cooper is alive !
Yep. Lyrics by Elvis, music by Clive Langer (No, he wasn't from CorkI was gonna say the same about Elvis Costellos ship building as I always thought it was Robert Wyatt and costello covered but I was wrong............ but your right tho. Ship Building is an amazing song btw.)
Anyway, another one just occurred to me. I haven't a clue what it's about, but it's bloody great - Pack of Lies - Cathal Coughlan (There may be a couple of mistakes in there, but it's what it sounds like to me)
They first met at the hospital, she was checking out for good
Her body patched but past repair and there her angel stood
She was feeling quite confused now that her death was close at hand
She had to face eternity so why not this mumbling man ?
Who got himself a wedding suit at the local barroom sale
It belonged to some old Turkish man who had owed and gone to jail
He would coax her mind with talk of love then make her body kind
These people hate the truth you know they need their pack of lies
Growing tired of being foreign, being spat on and short changed
He demanded that she leave with him for the land from whence he came
They were herded on like cattle to a ferry at high tide
This unkempt ageing orphan and his helpless dying bride
But he left her at the other shore crying on the deck
She had slumped against the rail as he had struck to free his neck
The custom shed was empty as he made his way inside
There were no chimpanzees in uniform to hear his pack of lies
Now she’s ascending into heaven with contentment on her face
And holy God is there to greet and batter her into her place
Ah but meanwhile back on earth it seems the prodigals returned
And they’re making him the Chieftain and they come to him to learn
How the neighbours in the rich land better steal and kill and lie
When they ask who holds the weaklings there he just shrugs and says “not I”
They’re surrounded by diseases as to target my health
I could have been important, if I’d been somebody else
The moral of this story is this lands a victim farm
Don’t you ever feed a beggar here, he’ll eat your ****ing arm
Don’t blaspheme the strong ones if you want to stay alive
Now smile and give them thanks when they say “here’s a pack of lies”
Out for a spell, got neglected, lay on the bench unselected.
you make me come
you make me complete, yeah
you make me completely miserable
I like high energy football. A little bit rock and roll. Many finishes instead of waiting for the perfect one.
Speaking of Clapton (Junction) and Cocaine:
Time flies by when you're a driver of a train, Speeding out of Trumpton with a cargo of cocaine. I get high when Im a pilot of a plane. Touching down in Camberwick, I’m stoned out of my brain.
Under bridges, over bridges, to our destination. Careful with that spliff, Eugene, it causes condensation.
Every saturday I get the Chigley skins. And they always smash my windows 'cos the home side always wins.
Time flies by when you're a driver of a train, Gonna get my syringes out and crank up once again.
Under bridges, over bridges, to our destination. Careful with that spliff, Eugene, it causes condensation
Half Man, Half Biscuit. Inc. the Blackwell Bros.
" I'll go right up to here,
it can't possibly hurt.
All they will find is my
beer and my shirt."
"I wanna take you home,
I wanna give you children,
and you might be my girlfriend'
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Pulp - babies????
Sorry, yes. I forgot to add that bit.
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