Johnny Nocash

Johnny Nocash

BandAlternativeAcoustic

Smokey vocals with an original edgy mix of in your face & comic lyrics. Punk & metal influences on an acoustic guitar give rise to an eclectic no fuckin' around punk-folk sound.

Biography

I see writing songs as a way to clean out those thoughts that dog you when you’re by yourself, like asking the unanswerable why.

Sometimes people get pigeon holed and it can stick like a curse. When I see that sort of thing, I write about it. It may not change much, but it’s a small truth that needs a bit of light.

The way I see it is people are people no matter what their social or cultural backgrounds. Some are true to themselves and some aren’t. Some can’t see past their own hand tailored obsessions. Interesting stuff that can change on the drop of a dime – it’s usually kept in a safe place blanketed with a hefty dose of fear.

That is why I love horror flicks and use the macabre in some of my tunes to shake some comic relief into that dark side. A lot of folks comment on this - all I can say is it is not a bad thing to look into the dark side – it can reveal itself for what it actually is.

Music is an outlet for the listener and the musician.

The music that I create comes from my observations of the people and situations that have affected my day. It is that simple.

Lyrics

Pickin' Butts & Drinkin' Bottoms

Written By: Johnny Nocash

Pickin’ butts and drinkin’ bottoms
Is just one way to solve my problems
I don’t think you really understand
See, I’m not like you, I’m not like him,
I’m not like her
Or any of your friends
Same all goes for all you fuckin’ fakes
Well listen to that voice inside
Does it match the T.V. guys?
I don’t think you try to goddamn hard

We’ll all die together
We’ll die tonight
We’ll try tonight
We’ll all die together
We’ll try tonight
We’ll die tonight

Singin’ songs and screenin’ calls
Is just one way to forget it all
I still got no fuckin’ clue what’s next
Well the day’s too long. The week’s too long.
The month goes on
The year went wrong
And I still got no fuckin’ clue what lies ahead
Well I listened to that voice inside
How am I to know what’s right
All I know is I’m swimming in an empty bottle

We’ll all die together….

Bill McFarson

Written By: Johnny Nocash

Bill McFarson
Bill McFarson

Well I grabbed my boots and I stoked the fire
Then I shield myself with plaid
Start the truck, did a break burn
Hunting season began
Off to Joe’s and Jimmy’s.
We’ll have a couple of brews
Load all up in the pickup truck
While singin’ Country tunes

Well my name’s Bill McFarson
I love hunt with the boys
Smoking stogies and getting all drunk
While playin’ with old man toys
We’ve been coming around here for 40 odd years
And we’ve always been makin’ noise
We are three drunk men bein’ boys
We are three drunk men bein’ boys

Well we all ducked down when we heard a sound
Cause we seen a buck approach
Jimmy shot he was way off.
The trigger caught his coat…yeah
Well after that I swear it’s a fact.
A man came from behind
He was 9 foot tall not bald at all
And he pointed to our pints

Well my name’s Bill McFarson…..

Well after 4 hours drinkin whiskey sours
Jimmy jumped to his feet
While the big guy drank Jimmy went blank
Cause Big Foot started to freak
2 steps back and his eyes went black
And he gave us a dirty grin
Well me and the boys ain’t playin with toys
We’re here, we’ll fight, we’ll win

Well my name’s Bill McFarson…..

Bill McFarson

My World

Written By: Johnny Nocash

Step into my world
Don’t bring your life
The ground sweats beneath you
Your shadow turns to light
Rocks shaped as crosses
Blood falls from Hell
Bodies rest in piles
Leaves a cold, dead wet smell

I thought the pain would be better than this
I thought the pain would be better than this

Sick with convulsions
Your soul breathing hate
Chains grip your limbs
As a force eats your fate
Internal bleeding
Runs out your eyes
Useless immortals
Using bodies for disguise

I thought the pain would be better than this
I thought the pain would be better than this

I thought the pain would be better than this
I thought the pain would be better than this
I thought the pain would be better than this

Dagger Road

Written By: Johnny Nocash

Hidden on that Dagger Road
A freedom one must take
And hidden down that Dagger Road
A man’s last mistake
But down the road their story told
That this life just gave up
Memories tend to live on
Memories tend to live on

Well smokin’ smokes and drinkin’ booze
That’s what life’s about
Crankin’ tunes still drinkin’ booze
Knock my body out
Down Dagger Road I’ll stumble home
Cause tomorrows another day
I’ll do ‘er again and piss my life away
I’ll do ‘er again and piss my life away

Hail the dead
Hail the dead
Hail the dead
Hail the dead
For the ones who’s gone
I’ll sing this song
I’ll see you in the end
In my end

Well buried on that Dagger Road
A soul that just escaped
And covered with on Dagger Road
None but a body raped
A fearless cat who never attacks
And a cry lost in the wind
It’s just beginning
It’s just beginning

Well snortin’ rails and smashin’ shit
If that’s what life’s about
Cuddle all in and lets be friends
Well count me fuckin’ out
Cause Dagger Road is where I go
My pride will be my clothes
When it ends no one knows
When it ends no one knows

Hail the dead ….

Humdae

Written By: Johnny Nocash

Basically it's an instrumental

Gibberish …..

I cry & I sigh
Freedom to you

Gibberish …..

I sigh & I cry
Freedom to you

Gibberish …..

I cry & I sigh
Hopin’ for you

Gibberish …..

Ghost Woman

Written By: Johnny Nocash

GHOST WOMAN

When everything’s gone wrong
Sometimes you just gotta
Take a new approach
Like doin’ things opposite
O’ what ya normally do, ya know
Like eatin’ salad and drinkin’ juice
And healthy things like that
So sometimes change can be
The best to your advantage ,,, well …

Hide all my reasons
Strip my body bare
Clog up my pores
And shave off all my hair
I’m here on my own
My values are gone
A path to pave
The starving craved
The weakest act is strong
And here is a perfect example
Of sellin’ yourself short for lust
A pathetic display
Of the dreams that we made, well
I slept with the ghost woman last night

Feed off the hungry
Invent your own crime
Back stab the stabber
And water down your wine
Dumbfound the genius
Don’t play your cards right
Bathe in your sweat
And black out the white
And here is a damn good example
Of everything blowin’ up in your face
And a new found disease
And a crotch full of fleas, well
You slept with the ghost woman last night

Ohhh…ohhh….ohhh…

And here is another example
Of a time when we weren’t really ourselves
Ya had a great fuckin’ lay
But I’m dead in four days
Cause I slept with the ghost woman last night
Ya slept with the ghost
Ya slept with the ghost
We slept with the ghost woman last night

Ahhh …

I don’t wanna feel sorry for myself
Cause I know it was my fault
Maybe if I hada done things
A little bit differently
It wouldn’t have happened, ya know
But it just goes to show you that
Everyone ain’t really what they seem
Or maybe it’s just me …
Maybe it’s just me …
Maybe it’s just me …
Maybe it’s just me …

A Legend To No One

Written By: Johnny Nocash

A legend to no one

Fear of the dark
Says the bleeding heart
To captivate the one suited best
But the consciousness
Traps the empty nest
Blinding by all sides
Forced to run and hide
A dead-end pit is what’s hard to resist
But time’s not stopping

Fear owns the odds
Where is the open?
And tears are like gods
Tells what is certain
And no one applauds
Feels like the closing
Is freedom at a loss
Feels like loosing

Air is in the arms.
What little known is gone
A seasonal change
No check off the list
But what does not exist
Is an unbearable wish
Guilt imbedded in.
For what it could have been
A session of truth
To perceive the youth
But time’s not waiting

Fear owns the odds……..

A lesson learned again.
The sinking path is banned
It only takes one wrong turn
Lonely mind shot the eye
This is the end of the line
So don’t bother to try
Lights are fading out.
What’s lost can’t be found
A painted black room
Becomes my tomb.
A legend to no one.

Fear owns the odds……..

Hey Fiddle Diddle

Written By: Johnny Nocash

Don’t worry my baby

Hey fiddle diddle and a cat in a tree
I’m a right fucked up and I’m countin’ sheep
I’m a drivin’ at a 100 with my chicken knees
Cause this just makes no sense
Is the ground cavin’ in or is it my neck
Did I just pay for breakfast with a bogus check
Do the lines on my face say where I slept
Cause this just makes no sense
I just saw something or was it a sound
And a paper bag lady in the lost and found
With jaws of a bird and a flint to douse
This just makes no sense

It would seem to you I’m crazy but really I’m insane
It would seem to you I’m crazy but really I’m insane
It would seem to you I’m crazy but really I’m insane
I go door to door dressed as a fork lookin for my soul mate

Insane … insane … I’m insane
Well bla … bla … bla … bla … bla … bla … bla …

A lawnmower thrower in a thermostat
And the leaves turn purple just like the trash
In a box in a womb in a dirty bath
This just makes no sense
Well I go to wake up and I reach for the door
And my best friend’s uncle buys and sends me a whore
By the time I come to I’m robbin a store
Cause this just makes no sense
My eyes turn back into my head
And the cops last words don’t know what he said
But the guy on my shoulder seems to understand
Thank god this all makes mother fuckin’ sense

It would seem to you I’m crazy but really I’m insane …

Discography

Dagger Road (Nov., 2007)

Set List

All original (except the cover of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire) lyrics & tunes can be arranged for 1 hr 40 min of play