Johnny Cash

od **polly88** Ned Avg 28, 2011 9:12 am

Johnny Cash, američki country glazbenik i pjevač, rođen je 26. veljače 1932. godine u Kingslandu (Arkansas, SAD) kao J. R. Cash, a poput mnogih južnjačkih obitelji pogođenih velikom krizom i njegova je napustila dom. Odrastanje u bijedi nadahnulo je brojne pjesme iz Cashove rane faze. Među njima je najpoznatiji njegov nastupni country hit „Five Feet High And Rising“ koji govori o katastrofalnoj poplavi. Oženivši se s Vivien Liberto – s kojom je, u turbulentnom braku koji je završio razvodom, dobio i kćerku Rosanne Cash, koja je postala također uspješna country pjevačica – preselio se u Memphis te zajedno s gitaristom Lutherom Perkinsom i basistom Marshallom Grantom stvorio osebujan zvuk nazvan „boom chika boom“. Trojka najprije snima singl sa skladbama „Hey Porter“ i „Cry, Cry, Cry“, a nakon njegovog zapanjujućeg uzleta na 14. mjesto rang liste, slijedi „Folsom Prison Blues“, koji je Cash snimio nadahnut filmom „Unutar zidova zatvora Folsom“.

Prvi album „Johnny Cash with His Hot And Blue Guitar“ Sun Records objavio je 1957. godine i promovirao ga na konvenciji disc jockeya u Nashvilleu, no sporenje oko ritma izdavanja sljedećih albuma oko autorskih prava Casha su 1958. godine doveli u okrilje Columbije. Tamo je začeta nova serija hitova, ali i izuzetnih albuma. Na „Now There Was A Song“ iz 1960. obradio je standarde iz pjesmarice Hanka Williamsa, Ernesta Tubba, Georgea Jonesa, a album „Ride This Train“ iz iste godine tipičan je, pak „hobo“ album: zapis skitnje Amerikom. Slijedi „Blood Sweat And Tears“ iz 1963., a potom i „Bitter Tears“ iz 1964. godine. Potonji je nepatvoreno remek-djelo, jedan od klasičnih country-albuma iz šezdesetih te prototip Cashove inačice americane. Album je zamišljen i odrađen kao zaokružena zbirka pjesama koja se tematski bavi tragedijom Indijanaca. „Orange Blossom Special“ iz 1964. također je bio pravi zgoditak, a odrađen je kao kombinacija autorskih skladbi, tri covera Boba Dylana te izvedbi standarda.

S dubokim sugestivnim i rezonantnim baritonom te uglavnom samo praćen gitarom, Cash se nije uklapao u stereotipe nashvillske mainstream-produkcije, no jednako je bio udaljen i od glavnih tijekova i manirizama rock and rolla i honky tonka. Njegov jedinstveni autorski rukopis i upečatljiva izvedba bili su samosvojni žanr, koji je najviše baštinio od narativnosti folka, buntovništva i socijalnog angažmana folk-protesta i rocka te harmonija countryja. No unatoč izdvojenosti iz vodećih tijekova, Cash je uvijek imao izraziti osjećaj za tradicionalnu poetiku countryja i njegov, kako je sam govorio, povijesni diskurs, te je sa svojih više od sto hitova najkomercijalnije, ali i možda najcjenjenije ime country-scene pedesetih i šezdesetih.

June Carter i Johnny Cash

„Johnny Cash At Filsom Prison“ iz 1968. godine jedan je od najdojmljivijih koncertnih albuma, a nakon njega uslijedio je nešto slabiji, također „zatvorski“, album – „At San Quentin“. Cash je sedamdesetih stalno nastupao u društvu sa svojom suprugom June Carter i njenim obiteljskim bendom i bio glavna zvijezda vrlo popularnog televizijskog show programa... Divlja i nepredvidljiva zvijezda countryja i rockabillyja, okorjeli narkoman koji je nekoliko puta javno pjevao o svojoj pobjedi nad ovisnošću, sve je više izvodio i snimao religiozne skladbe, snimao filmove i bavio se svojim studijem nazvanim „House of Cash“.

Ipak, autorsko i izvođačko nadahnuće iz šezdesetih presušilo je, vratili su se problemi s ovisnošću, no u drugoj polovini osamdesetih Cash ponovno doseže negdašnju autorsku i izvođačku formu. U osamdesetima je, najprije zajedno s Krisom Kristoffersonom, Waylonom Jenningsom i Willijem Nelsonom, nastupao i snimio album „Highwayman“ da bi od albuma „The Mystery Of Life“ iz 1991. godine u devedesetima opet bljesnuo. U produkciji Ricka Rubina snima „American Recordings“ (1994.), „Unchained“ (1996.) te „American III: Solitary Man“, albume koji su ga, unatoč dijagnosticiranoj Parkinsonovoj bolesti i zdravstvenim problemima, ponovno predstavili kao iznimnog izvođača. Četvrti nastavak serijala American Recordingsa iz 2002., naslovljen „American IV: The Man Comes Around“, dao je tek nekoliko izvedbi koje su na tragu ranijih izdanja, no Cash je i u njima bio uvjerljiviji od mnogih imena s country mainstreama.

Johnny Cash preminuo je od komplikacija izazvanih dugogodišnjim dijabetesom 12. rujna 2003. godine. „Unearthed“ jedan je od iznimnih posthumnih projekata: paket s četiri CD-a. Tri su posvećena izboru snimaka koje je Cash snimio za American, a četvrti ranije neobjavljenome materijalu.

od **Eurinome** Ned Avg 28, 2011 9:24 am

Hurt

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

od **polly88** Pon Avg 29, 2011 2:19 am

Jackson

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.

Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,
You're goin' to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.

When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
You're goin' to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,

Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout'
And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went...

od **polly88** Sre Okt 12, 2011 10:18 pm

Guess Things Happen That Way

Well you ask me if I'll forget my baby.
I guess I will, someday.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
You ask me if I'll get along.
I guess I will, someway.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

God gave me that girl to lean on,
then he put me on my own.
Heaven help me be a man
and have the strength to stand alone.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

You ask me if I'll miss her kisses.
I guess I will, everyday.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.
You ask me if I'll find another.
I don't know. I can't say.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

God gave me that girl to lean on,
then he put me on my own.
Heaven help me be a man
and have the strength to stand alone.
I don't like it but I guess things happen that way.

od **polly88** Sub Okt 29, 2011 4:54 am

I Walk The Line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you
Because you're mine, I walk the line

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right
Because you're mine, I walk the line

You've got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can't hide
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide
Because you're mine, I walk the line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line

od **polly88** Ned Dec 04, 2011 5:23 am

Folsom Prison Blues

I hear the train a comin'
It's rolling 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 Antone..
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 blowing, I hang my head and cry..

Soooey!

I bet there's rich folks eating from a fancy dining car
They're probably drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars.
Well I know I had it coming, I know I can't be free
But those people keep a movin'
And that's what tortures me...

Well if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I'd move it on a little farther down the line
Far from Folsom prison, that's where I want to stay
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away...

od **polly88** Pet Apr 06, 2012 10:50 pm

The Man Comes Around

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
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll 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 in 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 the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their 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 the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penney 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 his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

od **polly88** Pet Avg 03, 2012 5:13 am

Memories Are Made Of This

Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy
Memories are made of this.

Don't forget a small moonbeam
Fold it lightly with a dream
Your lips and mine to sip the wine
Memories are made of this

Then at the wedding bells
One house where lovers dwell
Three little kids for the flavor
Stir carefully through the day
See how the flavor stays
These are the dreams that we must savor

With His blessings from above
Serve it generously with love
One man, one wife, one love for life
Memories are made of this

od **polly88** Pet Sep 21, 2012 11:46 pm

Bird On A Wire

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a fish on a hook
Like a knight from an old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons with thee

And if I have been unkind
I hope that you will just let it go by
And if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you

Like a baby stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me

But I swear by this song
By all I have done wrong I'll make it all up to you

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He called out to me " Don't ask for so much "
And a young man leaning on his darkened door
He cried out to me " Hey, why not ask for more "

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free

od **polly88** Pon Dec 24, 2012 2:22 am

Cry, Cry, Cry

Everybody knows where you go when the sun goes down.
I think you only live to see the lights of town.
I wasted my time when I would try, try, try.
When the lights have lost their glow, you're gonna cry, cry, cry.

Soon your sugar-daddies will all be gone.
You'll wake up some cold day and find you're alone.
You'll call to me but I'm gonna tell you: "Bye, bye, bye,"
When I turn around and walk away, you'll cry, cry, cry,

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll cry alone,
When everyone's forgotten and you're left on your own.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

I lie awake at night to wait 'til you come in
You stay a little while and then you're gone again
Every question that I ask, I get a lie, lie, lie
For every lie you tell, you're gonna cry, cry, cry

When your fickle little love gets old, no one will care for you.
You'll come back to me for a little love that's true.
I'll tell you no and you gonna ask me why, why, why?
When I remind you of all of this, you'll cry, cry, cry.

You're gonna cry, cry, cry and you'll want me there,
It'll hurt when you think of the fool you've been.
You're gonna cry, cry, cry.

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