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1 Johnny Cash on Tue Aug 26, 2008 8:44 pm

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All songs by Johnny Cash will be posted here.

RIP Johnny.


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2 When the Man Comes Around on Tue Aug 26, 2008 8:51 pm

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And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder.
One of the four beasts saying "Come and see", and I saw.
And behold, a white horse.

There's a man going around taking names.
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody won't be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up.
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Would you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices calling voices crying.
Some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.

Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down.
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices calling voices crying.
Some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wicks.
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, and I looked and behold.
A pale horse. And his name that said on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.


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3 Hurt on Wed Aug 27, 2008 11:16 am

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I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel.
I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real.
The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting.
Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything.
What have I become? My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know, goes away in the end.
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down. I will make you hurt.

You stay the hell away from me you hear.

I wear this crown of thorns, upon my liar's chair.
Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair.
Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear.
You are someone else, I am still right here.

What have I become? My sweetest friend.
Everyone I know, goes away in the end.
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt.
I will let you down. I will make you hurt.
If I could start again, a million miles away.
I would keep myself, I would find a way.


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