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Angry to Sad.. just like that.

Earlier when Karl and I were talking about Johnny Cash, he asked me to rip the album I've had sitting here for awhile. I knew exactly where it was because yesterday I'd decided to listen to it and pulled it out to do that but got distracted.
Well, it was still in the cd-rom so I decided to play it.

And now I'm just very sad. This has been the strangest day.


(spoken)
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
Every body won't be treated quite the same
There will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around


The hairs on your arm will stand up
Tt the terror in each sip and each sup
Will 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 a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam no shalom


Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
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 a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
Its alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around
......
(Spoken)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And it's name it said on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

Comments

bightchee
Sep. 12th, 2003 04:50 pm (UTC)
So it was you! YOU who killed our beloved country singer!!

First Barry White, now Johnny Cash? Where will all our genre extremes come from now???

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