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Love Is A Burning Thing

And It Makes A Fiery Ring

Bound By Wild Desire

I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire



I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire

I Went Down, Down, Down

And The Flames Went Higher


And It Burns, Burns, Burns

The Ring Of Fire

The Ring Of Fire


I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire

I Went Down, Down, Down

And The Flames Went Higher


And It Burns, Burns, Burns

The Ring Of Fire

The Ring Of Fire


The Taste Of Love Is Sweet

When Hearts Like Ours Meet

I Fell For You Like A Child

Oh, But The Fire Went Wild



I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire

I Went Down, Down, Down

And The Flames Went Higher


And It Burns, Burns, Burns

The Ring Of Fire

The Ring Of Fire


I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire

I Went Down, Down, Down

And The Flames Went Higher


And It Burns, Burns, Burns

The Ring Of Fire

The Ring Of Fire


And It Burns, Burns, Burns


The Ring Of Fire


The Ring Of Fire

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Thats a terrible pun.


As none of you may know I have immense respect for Johnny Cash and I respect him as not only an ingenius songwriter with originality and style, but because of the mark he's made on the music scene. The Beatles, Elvis, Michael Jackson, they dont quite touch the same level of inspiration that Johnny's music gave to everyone who listened. I dont even think rock'n'roll, dirty, rocknroll, would even exist without him. Many Rock, RnB, Rap, even Dance artists respect Johnny for musical diversity while staying within his respectful boundaries of country music.


The music industry, no-matter how much suffering it appears to be in, is naturally a huge factor of life, its like a big tree, and at the root of that tree lies Johnny Cash. You turn on the radio, anything you hear is in someway inspired by this man. It may be that the artist directly connected with Johnny's music, or maybe the artist was inspired to make that song by an artist who was inspired by Johnny Cash, and because of this Johnny will live on forever through music.


Now, aside from other people and what the impact he had on them was, the man himself, Johnny was a genuine hard bastard, but with brains. If you've seen him in interviews, you can see how he was clever, he had a heart, his potential of taking no shit, among many other faces of Johnny Cash. He kept his character fairly simple, but it doesnt take an idiot to see the man himself as being a highly complexed and diverse individual who no-one could touch.


Johnny Cash 1932-2003




I didnt sense this coming at all, my father broke this news to me, he knows of my infatuation with Cash, I'm a freak, totally. I didnt cry, I was too majorly confused. I mean, he was admitted to hospital 3 Monday's ago, when I heard this news I was very concerned, I discovered it was for a small stomach condition and he would recover soon, and he was out by Saturday.


Then, this happened, a combined ailment of his stomach condition, respiratory problems and diabetes meant that he passed away suddenly. I can only hope that in some way Johnny IS with his wife, a man who's lived such an honest life with hard times, but always stayed a great individual, he deserves to be with the one he stayed loyal to and loves more than anything. I understand that he lost all meaning of life when his wife passed away, no-matter how well his latest album did, possibly this was the time he had to go.


I just keep thinking 'I cant believe he's gone'. I cant, and he is.

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My daddy left home when I was three

And he didn't leave much to Ma and me

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid

But the meanest thing that he ever did

Was before he left, he went and named me 'Sue.'



Well, he must o' thought that is was quite a joke

And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,

It seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would giggle and I'd get red

And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named 'Sue.'



Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fist got hard and my wits got keen,

I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made me a vow to the moon and stars

That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars

And kill that man that give me that awful name.



Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July

And I just hit town and my throat was dry,

I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old saloon on a street of mud,

There at a table, dealing stud,

Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me 'Sue.'



Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad

From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,

And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.

He was big and bent and gray and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold

And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' how do you do! Now you gonna die!"



Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes

And he went down but, to my surprise,

He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.

But I busted a chair right across his teeth

And we crashed through the wall and into the street

Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.



I tell ya, I've fought tougher men

But I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,

He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.



And he said: "Son, this world is rough

And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough

And I know I wouldn't be there to help ya along.

So I give ya that name and I said good-bye

I knew you'd have to get tough or die

And it's that name that helped to make you strong."



He said: 'Now you just fought one hell of a fight

And I know you hate me, and you got the right

To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But ya ought to thank me, before I die,

For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye

Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'.'



I got all choked up and I threw down my gun

And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,

And I come away with a different point of view.

And I think about him, now and then,

Every time I try and every time I win,

And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!

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Johnny Cash's "Hurt"


Has anyone heard the song Hurt by Johnny Cash? It's really a heartbreaking song. I don't think I can think of a song filled with more dispair. But It's SO beautiful. The simplicity of it coupled with Cash's raspy, sullen voice makes it one of the most moving songs I've heard in a while.


Anyways, just thought I'd throw it out there.

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