Was he straight Groovy? I assumed the same thing you did! I thought he was still on something! The fact he makes all that trippy stuff without touching any substances just makes him that much weirder!
It's pretty sad to see even Country go downhill. Used to be one of my favorite genres to listen to because it had Soul. It doesn't really have that nowadays. Thank god for old country though
I agree. I love Brooks 'n Dunn. They have some incredible stuff!
And I also agree with the person that mentioned D'yer Mak'er. The music in that song rocks (kinda pseudo-reggae with rock mixed in) but the lyrics are AWFUL. I'm not too blinded by Zeppelin's awesomeness to admit when one of their songs has issues.
From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race
I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
In the garbage disposal of your dreams I've been ground up dear
On the river of your plans I'm up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I've been shafted
On the calendar of your events I'm last week
I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
For two long years my head hurt bad
So a doctor checked me an he shook his head
He said I'm sorry to tell you
But your body's outlived your brain
He said I know this doctor in New York, son
And he'll fix you right up with a brand new one
So the head doctor met me
When I stepped down off of the train.
He said we had this bank robber killed last night
His body's shot but his brain's alright
I'll give you a transplant, boy
And you'll be OK
I got my new brain in and I was feelin' great
I went right back to Nashville with no headache
But something strange happened
When I walked in the bank one day.
CHORUS
I said stick 'em up ever'body I'm robbin' this place
Drop all of your money in my guitar case
Don't nobody move and don't nobody reach for that door
A lady said, why you're Johnny Cash
I said no ma'am, I'm the Manhattan Flash
And I am the best bank robber in New York.
Now the other night Roy Acuff called me
He said John I'd like for you to do the Opry
So I went out on the stage, but I couldn't sing
I got into a half a verse of 'I Walk The Line'
And something snapped in this head of mine
I yelled stick 'em up -
Give me your money, your watches and rings.
Well, I called New York and talked to that brain quack
And said Doc I gotta have my old brain back
He said I'm sorry there, Mr. Cash, but I can't do that
He said I put your brain in a chicken last monday
He's singing your songs and makin' lots of money
And I got him signed to a ten-year recording contract.
Now friends if you see me walkin' down the street
Remember what you see ain't necessarily me
And if I try to hold you up, don't pay me no mind
But when you got ten bucks that you can blow
You oughta catch that Johnny Chicken show
He's doin' fairs and concert dates
All up and down the line.
I said stick 'em up ever'body I'm robbin' this place
Drop all of your money in my guitar case
Don't nobody move and don't nobody reach for that door
A lady said, why you're Johnny Cash
I said no ma'am, I'm the Manhattan Flash
And I am the best bank robber in New York.
Well, I don't pay any income tax...
You don't pay tax on money you steal...
You oughta catch that Johnny Chicken show...
Chicken In Black! hmmmmmmmm!
Good fun song, but lacks the lyrical prowess of some of Johnny's other stuff
''Chickity China the Chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin' X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
I hope the Smoking Man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic
Like Sting I'm tantric
Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy''
From the backdoor of your life you swept me out dear
In the bread line of your dreams I lost my place
At the table of your love I got the brush off
At the Indianapolis of your heart I lost the race
I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
In the garbage disposal of your dreams I've been ground up dear
On the river of your plans I'm up the creek
Up the elevator of your future I've been shafted
On the calendar of your events I'm last week
I've been washed down the sink of your conscience
In the theater of your love I lost my part
And now you say you've got me out of your conscience
I've been flushed from the bathroom of your heart
Of course, a bullshit from different pop-canaries and rappers don't discuss. If we talk about rock songs, I just hate the text of a beautiful ballad "You're All I Need" (by Motley Crue). I think, they ruined superhit this nefarious story about a murder of a girlfriend. Simply roundnose lyrics.
P.S. (Roughly the same thing I think about the lyrics of a "Sleeping In The Fire" by W.A.S.P.) :-((
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I thought he was still on something! The fact he makes all that trippy stuff without touching any substances just makes him that much weirder!
