25 Minutes To Go -Johnny Cash tekst og video.

25 minutes to go – JohnnyCash

Johnny Cash Lyrics

«25 Minutes To Go»

Well they’re building a gallows outside my cell
I’ve got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town’s waitin’ just to hear me yell
I’ve got 24 minutes to go
Well they gave me some beans for my last meal
I’ve got 23 minutes to go
And nobody asked me how I feel
I’ve got 22 minutes to go
Well I sent for the governor and the whole dern bunch
With 21 minutes to go
And I sent for the mayor but he’s out to lunch
I’ve got 20 more minutes to go
Then the sheriff said boy I gonna watch you die
Got 19 minutes to go
So I laughed in his face and I spit in his eye
Got 18 minutes to go
Now here comes the preacher for to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go
And he’s talking bout’ burnin’ but I’m so cold
I’ve got 12 more minutes to go
Now they’re testin’ the trap and it chills my spine
With 11 more minutes to go
And the trap and the rope aw they work just fine
Got 10 more minutes to go
Well I’m waitin’ on the pardon that’ll set me free
With 9 more minutes to go
But this ain’t a movie so forget about me
Got 8 more minutes to go
With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose
Got 5 more minutes to go
Won’t somebody come and cut me loose
Got 4 more minutes to go
I can see the mountains I can see the skies
With 3 more minutes to go
And it’s to dern pretty for a man that don’t wanna die
I’ve got 2 more minutes to go
I can see the buzzards I can hear the crows
1 more minute to go
And now I’m swingin’ and here I go-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

 

 

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Autistic Guy raps faster than you

A portrait of the autist

The NSA hates this song

Paralysed

Paralysed

[BEIT NUN]
Watch me paint myself into this room, like syd did
Truly twisted, more screwed than the music business
Who is this?
Tunes got me lifted, it’s the psychedelic relic, Beit Nun… never knew my limits
when playin mates my lyrics, they labelled me gifted
so every record I did was made for my critics
Every syllable tailor fitted, wrote a classic and failed to shift it
Sll that work, and it didn’t make a difference
Being disregarded hit me the hardest
It put a chink in my armour, I’m an insignificant artist
Beneath, i’m a sensitive soul
Feel like i’ve hit the wall, Ben’s in a hole and now he questions his role
Don’t know my place, cos I’ve never been shown
In a world i thought where anything goes, they left me alone
I saw everyone around me get what they’re owed
when I can barely put a meal together and December is cold

[DAN BULL]
I’m pretty sure I haven’t moved for the best part of an hour
Cursed with the mind of a hero, and blessed with the heart of a coward
Yes, I’ve started it now, I’m barking and shouting, asking for help
Harmfully loud but I can’t turn it down
I panic in a bar when it’s crowded
I’d rather be out in the beer garden and downing my half of lager
I’m drowning my self harm in itself
I’m out, just gimme a moment
Now I’m sitting at home look
Ben, you should get in the zone and own it

[BEIT NUN]
Dan, I’ve got this, gimme 10, and the 8’s down
I’m really feelin it, yeah, it’s a great sound
Spaced out with the phones on
This beat is inspiring a beautiful song, it’s been so long since I wrote one
who in the world has time for writing music
between a soul-destroying 9-5 slog and a morbid night of boozin
that I choose to use to fight the blues with?
but I’ve got a gift, and I like to prove it, let’s do this

[DAN BULL]
Just give me a minute
The rhythm is spinning, I feel like I’m in it
Thought I’d hit the perimiter, but there isn’t a limit
Pictures of trysts with women are swimming within and it’s blissfully vivid
Is this a significant image, or just a libidinous mimic?
Mixing the spirits, ’til the spirits are lit up and lifted
Quick, tip us a sip of Glenlivet
Sniffing the snifter, this is exquisite
swear I’m finna just finish it, til I finish up sick in a clinic
Not every trip is a picnic, I’ve been in this since the beginning
I’m different to Robbie Williams, I won’t just sing when I’m winning
You cynical listeners listen to lyrics I’m getting the hits on
still living in ignorance of the hidden hit songs the critics are missing
Just gimme a second, hold up just a couple of minutes
I’m seeing double, the juxtaposition’s fucked my vision
Good job the stereo’s balanced, because I’m hooked to the rhythm
When I want to cut the traditions and touch something different
I look to musicians

En våken drøm – Vamp

En våken drøm – Vamp

Ei bleike sol står opp i øst
Det går mot nok ein dag
Og gjenlyden i fra di røst
Og dine hjerteslag
E det fjerna svaret eg fremdeles får
Kver gan eg ber mi stumma bønn
Men eg tar det med meg kor enn eg går
Mens eg vente i ein våken drøm

Det hende at eg ser deg gå
Forbi ein gang i blant
Et streif av sol i alt det grå
Det klaraste eg fant
Det va eventyret om å finna ein skatt
Der stjerner speiles i en brønn
Og eg får og speide ei stjernenatt
Mens eg vente i ein våken drøm

Du e ei uro i mitt sinn
Eg aldri kan bli kvitt
Hvis du vil gi meg dagen din
Så får du livet mitt
For alt me har e her og nå
Og tiå renne som ein strøm
Eg ser dagar komma og dagar gå
Mens eg vente i ein våken drøm