Biografía:
Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains were a nihilistic folk-punk band from southern Vermont. They didn't hop freight trains. They did like to drink forties by the train tracks where the police wouldn't bother them. Most shows were a solo acoustic performance, but the full band at various times included Flash-C (trumpet), Ian Skumfuck (washtub bass), Jeff-face (harmonica), Roman (bicycle), Michael Jordan (drums), & Wyatt (harmonica).
The last show was in 2007.
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Otras canciones:
- New Mexico Song
- Acid Song
- Below Good And Evil
- Church Hymn For The Condemned
- Diy Orgasms
- Free As The Rent We Dont Pay
- Fuck Cops
- Harmony Parking Lot
- Homebum Song
- I Want Cancer For Christmas
- No Trespassing Waltz
- Not My Revolution Oi Oi Oi
- Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand Open On A Broken Bottle
- Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut Open My Hand On A Broken Bottle
- Put Arsenic In The Frosting Next Time
- Sellout Song Johnny Hobo Is Dead
- Skaggy
- Spray Paint And Alleyways
- Tampa Bay Song
- The Politics Of Holy Shit I Just Cut My Hand On A Bottle
- Untitled
- Urine Speaks Louder Than Words
- Where Is My Coffee
- Whiskey Is My Kind Of Lullaby
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
No Trespassing Waltz
D A
and it's true that we're teenage fools
D G
trading five days a week to work and school
D G
just to sneak around on weekends watching for the cops
A
and waltz in abandoned parking lots
[THIS PART SOUNDS BEST WITH POWER CHORDS]
G A D E
and call these cracks in the system a revolution
G A
but to the vanguard party that's criticizing:
D B
what have you been up to since the Soviet Union?
E G
when you're not starving
D B
life is just the mechanics of eating
[BACK TO REGULAR CHORDS]
G G A A
D D A G [x4]
D A G
talking to you is raw eternity, but what isn't these days?
D A G
and if our only gift is this dark black void, well to me that's okay
D A G
cuz our nihilism is the terrorist wing of youthful apathy
D A G
burn everything down just to drink in the ruins of what used to be an
American city
D G D A
so if it's all the same, then I'll pass out tonight still hating punk
rock
D G A
but in love with you and the kitchen floor that you let me sleep on
[USE POWER CHORDS AGAIN]
G A D B
there's whiskey in my bottle, and you know there's enough for you
G A D B
I'll join you in that grave your digging if there's room enough for two
E G
where there's no risk of death
D B
life is just the logistics of breath
[REGULAR CHORDS AGAIN]
G G A A
D D A G [x4]
D A G
tomorrow I'll wake up in a ditch with every friend that ever meant
anything
D A G
on the opposite side of the country
D A G
but I still wouldn't trade anything for the nights when the rain
promised
us at 2 AM
D A G
in some burnout industrial shell of a town that we'd never be dry
again
[POWER CHORDS]
E G D B
and I'll keep walking and running and drinking towards a day that I
can
see
G A D
suicide as a tragedy
D A
and it's true that we're teenage fools
D G
trading five days a week to work and school
D G
just to sneak around on weekends watching for the cops
A
and waltz in abandoned parking lots
[THIS PART SOUNDS BEST WITH POWER CHORDS]
G A D E
and call these cracks in the system a revolution
G A
but to the vanguard party that's criticizing:
D B
what have you been up to since the Soviet Union?
E G
when you're not starving
D B
life is just the mechanics of eating
[BACK TO REGULAR CHORDS]
G G A A
D D A G [x4]
D A G
talking to you is raw eternity, but what isn't these days?
D A G
and if our only gift is this dark black void, well to me that's okay
D A G
cuz our nihilism is the terrorist wing of youthful apathy
D A G
burn everything down just to drink in the ruins of what used to be an
American city
D G D A
so if it's all the same, then I'll pass out tonight still hating punk
rock
D G A
but in love with you and the kitchen floor that you let me sleep on
[USE POWER CHORDS AGAIN]
G A D B
there's whiskey in my bottle, and you know there's enough for you
G A D B
I'll join you in that grave your digging if there's room enough for two
E G
where there's no risk of death
D B
life is just the logistics of breath
[REGULAR CHORDS AGAIN]
G G A A
D D A G [x4]
D A G
tomorrow I'll wake up in a ditch with every friend that ever meant
anything
D A G
on the opposite side of the country
D A G
but I still wouldn't trade anything for the nights when the rain
promised
us at 2 AM
D A G
in some burnout industrial shell of a town that we'd never be dry
again
[POWER CHORDS]
E G D B
and I'll keep walking and running and drinking towards a day that I
can
see
G A D
suicide as a tragedy
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