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!
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Intro:
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Verse:
Em C G D
I say I've got nothing to live for like
Em Em C G D
there's someone who does
Em C G D
I say I feel so betrayed like there's
Em Em C G D
someone that's safe to trust
C G D
And I'm not for inaction, but I am for despair.
Em C G D
C G D
May this resignation lead us to battle
Em C
against forces we know will destroy us
G D
before they really know we're there.
Em C
G D
Em G D C
I'm fighting for something between apocalypse and liberation.
Em G D C
I'm struggling for something between apathy and desperation.
Em C G D
And just because I'm an anarchist doesn't mean that I won't burn a black flag
Em C G D
while you're wishing for utopia, I just hope the cops don't search my paper bag.
Chorus:
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em C G D
You look out over the on-ramp and
Em Em C G D
all you can do is sigh.
Em C G D
I can see that the interstate and the litter
Em Em C G D
make you wanna die.
C G D Em C G D
But the way that the morning sun hits the gasoline rising over concrete;
C G D
well it just seems so beautiful to me. Yeah!
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em G D C
You're fighting for a globe covered again in fields and forests.
Em G D C
I'm thinking of a world without bricks and it just seems so boring.
Em C G D
But keep your thumb out and we'll make Burlington by 7:30.
Em C G D
You wish the world was clean but I'm in love with the way it's dirty.
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em C G D
He listens to a traffic report
Em Em C G D
about the jam on the way to the city.
Em C G D
And it's only a couple of exits
Em Em C G D C
but it seems like a million miles to Philly.
G D
But I know that we'll make it
Em C G D
to the punk house somehow.
C G D
And I know when we walk in the door
Em C G D
it will be about
Em G D C
who can talk feminism the best to get into girls pants,
Em G D C
and who can quote Emma Goldman the most without having to dance.
Em C G D
And singing those stupid protest songs.
Em C G D
He says that music can change the world, but with lyrics like that, I'm so glad hes wrong.
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
End on E.
Intro:
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Verse:
Em C G D
I say I've got nothing to live for like
Em Em C G D
there's someone who does
Em C G D
I say I feel so betrayed like there's
Em Em C G D
someone that's safe to trust
C G D
And I'm not for inaction, but I am for despair.
Em C G D
C G D
May this resignation lead us to battle
Em C
against forces we know will destroy us
G D
before they really know we're there.
Em C
G D
Em G D C
I'm fighting for something between apocalypse and liberation.
Em G D C
I'm struggling for something between apathy and desperation.
Em C G D
And just because I'm an anarchist doesn't mean that I won't burn a black flag
Em C G D
while you're wishing for utopia, I just hope the cops don't search my paper bag.
Chorus:
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em C G D
You look out over the on-ramp and
Em Em C G D
all you can do is sigh.
Em C G D
I can see that the interstate and the litter
Em Em C G D
make you wanna die.
C G D Em C G D
But the way that the morning sun hits the gasoline rising over concrete;
C G D
well it just seems so beautiful to me. Yeah!
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em G D C
You're fighting for a globe covered again in fields and forests.
Em G D C
I'm thinking of a world without bricks and it just seems so boring.
Em C G D
But keep your thumb out and we'll make Burlington by 7:30.
Em C G D
You wish the world was clean but I'm in love with the way it's dirty.
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
E
G C
E
G C
Em C
G D
Em C
G D
Em C G D
He listens to a traffic report
Em Em C G D
about the jam on the way to the city.
Em C G D
And it's only a couple of exits
Em Em C G D C
but it seems like a million miles to Philly.
G D
But I know that we'll make it
Em C G D
to the punk house somehow.
C G D
And I know when we walk in the door
Em C G D
it will be about
Em G D C
who can talk feminism the best to get into girls pants,
Em G D C
and who can quote Emma Goldman the most without having to dance.
Em C G D
And singing those stupid protest songs.
Em C G D
He says that music can change the world, but with lyrics like that, I'm so glad hes wrong.
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
Em G D C
Who-o-oa. Who-o-o-o-o-o-oa. Oi! Oi! Oi!
End on E.
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