Biografia:
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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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse]
C G Em F
He talks about nothing using too many words.
C G Em F C G Em F
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs.
C G Em F
She acts the rage which is most of her problem.
C G Em F
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow.
C G Em F
Another Saturday night.
C G Em F
Another fucking shitty Saturday night.
[Bridge]
C Em
I'm sitting in the next room,
F G
Slurring along to my isolation
C
At the top of my lungs.
Em
I'm sitting here next to you.
F G
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done.
[Chorus]
C Am F G
I don't wanna, be anywhere at all
C Am F G
Here or at my house kicking at the wall
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
Then I live in my upper chest.
C F C
I'm gonna drink until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C F C
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
[Verse]
C G Em F
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different.
C G Em F
And that maybe if we were sober
C G Em F
We could explain what this all meant.
C G Em F
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry.
C G Em F
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies.
C G
But I swear to fuck;
Em F C
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more.
G
And I swear to fuck;
Em F C
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor.
G
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could.
Em F
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could.
[Verse]
C Em
I'm puking in the next room.
F
Sorry about the carpet,
G C
Clean it up or your mom'll be mad.
Em
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you.
F G
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am.
[Bridge]
C
Better to seem like an asshole,
G
Than what you are.
Em
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
F
To plays the guitar.
[Chorus]
C Am
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me.
F G
But I know the look on your face that I want to see.
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
Then mine is a cigarette.
C F C
I'm gonna drink until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C F C
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
[Verse]
C G Em F
I'm not you and that's good enough for me.
C G Em F
The only word that I use is fuck,
C G Em F
So you can forget the dictionary.
[Bridge]
C G Em F
I can't tell what question you're asking.
C G Em F
I don't care 'cause no is my answer.
C G Em F
Another Saturday night.
C G Em F
Against everything on Saturday night.
[Verse]
C Em
I'm bleeding in the next room.
F G C
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high.
Em
I'm here beating up on you.
F G
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die.
C Em F G
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care.
C Em F G
The only card game I know is strip solitaire.
[Chorus]
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
I got evicted this week.
C F C
I'm gonna drink until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C F C
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C G Em F
He talks about nothing using too many words.
C G Em F C G Em F
He talks revolution for an hour without using any verbs.
C G Em F
She acts the rage which is most of her problem.
C G Em F
In love with everyone until she wakes up tomorrow.
C G Em F
Another Saturday night.
C G Em F
Another fucking shitty Saturday night.
[Bridge]
C Em
I'm sitting in the next room,
F G
Slurring along to my isolation
C
At the top of my lungs.
Em
I'm sitting here next to you.
F G
Sore throat from jokes about all the dumbest things I've done.
[Chorus]
C Am F G
I don't wanna, be anywhere at all
C Am F G
Here or at my house kicking at the wall
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
Then I live in my upper chest.
C F C
I'm gonna drink until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C F C
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
[Verse]
C G Em F
The bottles are stacked like they show how we're different.
C G Em F
And that maybe if we were sober
C G Em F
We could explain what this all meant.
C G Em F
But pints of Vodka don't write poetry.
C G Em F
You can't rearrange crushed pills into melodies.
C G
But I swear to fuck;
Em F C
That a brick through a broken Starbucks window means more.
G
And I swear to fuck;
Em F C
That we fight more systems when we're passed out on the floor.
G
Than the words of Kropotkin ever could.
Em F
And all the works of Karl Marx ever fucking could.
[Verse]
C Em
I'm puking in the next room.
F
Sorry about the carpet,
G C
Clean it up or your mom'll be mad.
Em
I'm pretending that I'm too good for you.
F G
So you can't see the worthless pathetic person I am.
[Bridge]
C
Better to seem like an asshole,
G
Than what you are.
Em
The billionth teenage boy with social problems
F
To plays the guitar.
[Chorus]
C Am
I'm not sure what I want you to say to me.
F G
But I know the look on your face that I want to see.
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
Then mine is a cigarette.
C F C
I'm gonna drink until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C F C
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
[Verse]
C G Em F
I'm not you and that's good enough for me.
C G Em F
The only word that I use is fuck,
C G Em F
So you can forget the dictionary.
[Bridge]
C G Em F
I can't tell what question you're asking.
C G Em F
I don't care 'cause no is my answer.
C G Em F
Another Saturday night.
C G Em F
Against everything on Saturday night.
[Verse]
C Em
I'm bleeding in the next room.
F G C
Let it happen 'cause maybe the blood-loss will add to my high.
Em
I'm here beating up on you.
F G
'cause I'm just drunk enough to be sure that I'm ready to die.
C Em F G
I don't care that you don't care that I don't care.
C Em F G
The only card game I know is strip solitaire.
[Chorus]
C Am
If home is where the heart is
F G
I got evicted this week.
C F C
I'm gonna drink until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
C F C
I'm gonna drink tonight until these tears
G
Start to taste like the cheap beer.
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