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Sin Studly
07-05-2005, 08:59 AM
Use this thread to discuss how JC has enriched and brought love and happiness to your life. Discuss your favourate scriptures, what they mean, what he was trying to say, and how they personally affected you during the harder times. Remember, He died for your sins in This Year of Our Lord, 2003, and we should honour Him.

R.I.P. - Johnny Cash, King of Kings.

0r4ng3
07-05-2005, 09:01 AM
Didn't he die in 2004, last year?

Isolated Fury
07-05-2005, 09:04 AM
Didn't he rip off Trent Reznor?...

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Yup, he sure did.

Sin Studly
07-05-2005, 09:08 AM
Didn't he rip off Trent Reznor?...

Didn't Trent Reznor rip off Depeche Mode?

Endymion
07-05-2005, 09:34 AM
www.raptorjesus.com

Punk_Conspiracy
07-05-2005, 09:45 AM
Didn't Trent Reznor rip off Depeche Mode?

haha, pwned!

ninth
07-05-2005, 11:39 AM
Didn't he rip off Trent Reznor?...

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Yup, he sure did.
Too bad Reznor liked the Cash version of his own song better.

Sin Studly
07-05-2005, 11:58 AM
Not that I blame him, the NiN version is fuckin sterile. No heart to it at all.

Turbonegro
07-05-2005, 12:12 PM
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 musta 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!

Sin Studly
07-05-2005, 12:25 PM
Well I hear the train a-coming
It's rollin round the bend
And I ain't seen the sunshine
Since... I don't know when
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison
And time keeps draggin on
But that train keeps a rollin
On down to San Anton

When I was just a baby
My mama told me, "Son,
always be a good boy
Don't ever play with guns"
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin
I hang my head and cry

Well I bet there's rich folks sittin
In fancy dining cars
They're probably sippin coffee
And smokin big cigars
Well I know I had it comin
I know I can't be free
But that train just keeps a movin
And that's what tortures me

Well if they freed me from this Prison
If that railway train was mine
Then I'd move it on a little further down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That's where I want to stay
And I'd listen to that whistle
Blow my blues away

Sin Studly
07-06-2005, 01:31 AM
Early one morning
With time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle
And sat on the hill
A saw a lone rider
Crossin the plain
I drew a bead on him
To practise my aim
My brother's rifle
Went off in my hand
A shot rang out
Across the land
The horse he kept runnin
The rider was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head

I set off runnin
To wake from the dream
My brother's rifle
Went into the sheen
I kept on runnin
Into the southlands
Thats where they found me
My head in my hands
The Sherriff he asked me
Why had I run
And then it came to me
Just what I had done
And all for no reason
Just one piece of lead
I hung my head
I hung my head

Here in the courthouse
The whole town was there
I see the judge
High up in his chair
Explain to the courtroom
What went through your mind
And we'll ask the jury
What verdict they find
I felt the power
Of death over life
I orphaned his children
I widowed his wife
I beg their forgiveness
I wish I was dead
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head

Early one morning
With time to kill
I see the gallows
Up on the hill
And out in the distance
A trick of the brain
I see a lone rider
Crossing the plain
And he comes to fetch me
To see what they've done
And we'll ride together
To Kingdom Come
I pray for God's mercy
Cause soon I'll be dead
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head
I hung my head

barangatang
07-06-2005, 01:35 AM
www.raptorjesus.com
I..........have a new god

the_GoDdEsS
07-09-2005, 07:05 AM
Haha, the Jesus again?


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 at 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

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.




I was all bouncy when I heard it in the movie.
How about I'm so Lonesome I Could Cry?

Little_Miss_1565
07-09-2005, 08:45 AM
OMFGZ What movie, Goddess?!

One of my favorites:

Well they gave him his orders at Monroe, Virginia,
Said: "Steve, you're way behind time,
"This is not 38, this is Ol' 97,
"Put her into Spencer on time."

Then he turned around and said to his black, greasy fireman,
"Shovel on a little more coal.
"And when we cross that White Oak mountain,
"Watch Ol' '97 roll."

And then a telegram come from Washington station,
This is how it read:
"Oh that brave engineer that run ol 97,
"Is lyin in old Danville dead."

'Cos he was going down a grade making 90 miles an hour,
The whistle broke into a scream.
He was found in the wreck with his hand on the throttle,
Scalded to death by the steam.

Oh, now all you ladies you'd better take a warning,
From this time on and learn.
Never speak hard words to your true-lovin' husband.
He may leave you and never return.

the_GoDdEsS
07-09-2005, 09:05 AM
Dawn of the Dead.

Paint_It_Black
07-09-2005, 09:32 AM
This thread just made my day.

I loved Dawn of the Dead. For pure entertainment it was perfectly done. But this isn't about that movie, so moving on...

Johnny Cash took a crappy NiN song and made it amazing. It was perfect for him. And the video was beautiful.



Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believin' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.