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Tag Archives: Johnny Cash
How Many Times?
for Johnny Cash How many times must I repeat the same old tired line? How many times can this old heart be broken and be fine? It doesn’t take a genius to opine the odds are bound to take a … Continue reading
Posted in Poems, Songs, Statements
Tagged conflict, control, Johnny Cash, regret, relationships, style, substance
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On idols and influences
Thinking about Johnny Cash today made me pause for a moment and reflect on where I am as a result of my Musical idols. Now, I’m not talking about bands I like, or songwriters that strike a particular chord in … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged idols, influences, inspiration, Johnny Cash, music education
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Born Outside of Nashville
rededicated to Johnny Cash Well, yes, I’ve been in prison, and I have been dirt poor I’ve spent time in worn out shoes and I’ve slept on the floor And the hat I wear is there to keep the rain … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations, Poems, Statements
Tagged commercialism, country music, Johnny Cash, Nashville, outlaw country
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The Underground
So I guess it would be something complex, with a different perspective and view, more than just a reaction or reflex, some knee-jerk response that simply brings you back to the same old emotional edge, feeding on yesterday’s angst and … Continue reading