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THIS DAY IN HISTORY – Johnny Cash performs at Folsom Prison – 1968
In the midst of depression and a steep decline in his musical career, legendary country singer Johnny Cash arrives to play for inmates at California’s Folsom Prison on January 13, 1968. The concert and the subsequent live album launched him back into the charts and re-defined his career.
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MY EMPIRE OF DIRT
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SUNDAY CASH
God’s Gonna Cut You Down
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head’s been wet with the midnight dew
I’ve been down on bended knee talkin’ to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel’s feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, “John go do My will!”
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin’ in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down
QUOTE OF THE DAY
Sixteen Promises And What Do You Get?
Not one, not two, not three, not four …. but SIXTEEN times the Head Nigger In Charge promised not send boots on the ground to Syria.
The sixteen promises are documented here; —-> http://govtslaves.info/obama-announces-boots-on-the-ground-in-syria-despite-promising-no-boots-on-the-ground-16-times/
“Boots on the ground” …. the most god-awful euphemism in the English language. We are not sending young men — often teenagers — to DIE in a god-forsaken place. No, we are just sending “boots”. Boots are easily replaced when worn out. Boots don’t die They don’t bleed. They have no guts spilling out of them. They are just …. boots. No one weeps over a discarded boot. And they are so easily replaced.
Oreo needs to be tried, and if convicted of war crimes and/or treason against the United States, hung until dead. Of course, that will never happen … not in this life. One can only hope that if there is a God, that his Hand Of Justice will fall furiously upon this cockroach.
Sung to the tune of “Sixteen Tons” My favorite version is by Johnny Cash.
GODS GONNA CUT YOU DOWN
HURT
Johnny Cash died 11 years ago today.
HURT
I wanted to write my new article today. I haven’t been able to focus because of the departure of Smokey and Stuck. This is a tough site with strong personalities. I find it to be entertaining and intellectually stimulating. I like the brawls and no holds barred flamefests. I would never want to become the school teacher telling people to behave. I’ve had nasty battles with Stuck and Smokey. I’ve gotten really pissed off with both of them. But, we’ve always let bygones be bygones.
The departure of these two intelligent, funny, and caring people from this site will hurt the site tremendously. I’ll let Johnny Cash doing Nine Inch Nails sum up my feelings today.
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
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