Johnny Hobo And The Freight Trains Whiskey Is My Kind Of Lullaby i was a loner until there were no friends left and before someone offered me drugs you know i was straight edge and everyone quits til you offer them a ciggarette before we learn our lesson lets see how bad things can get and i'll drink myself to death! or at least i'll drink myself to sleep! chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between my aspirations and my apathy. as we drive past the last exit to home i am waving goodbye and i might be sleeping in the ditch tonight but it's alright cuz whisky is my kind of lullabye! i was sober all morning til i woke up this afternoon and before someone offered me a job ya know i was gonna get one soon and everyone in this town sleeps til the calender collids with june, before the booze wears off lets take another shot or two. and i'll drink myself to death! or at least i'll drink myself to sleep! chainsmoke my way through the gaps in between my aspirations and my apathy. as we drive past the last exit to home i am waving goodbye and i might sleeping in the ditch tonight but it's alright cuz whiskey is my kind of lullaby lullabye!. + Informações

This was one of those songs that when you first hear it you automatically love it, so I was really happy that Pat had been playing it during his sets. I tried not to sing along so loud but you can hear me anyway. Oh, well.. + Informações

Great song, great lyrics. This is the new mexico song from Johnny Hobo & The Freight Trains(more or less) Enjoy. ps- before you jump to conclusions about the song listen to the lyrics. + Informações

music to get drunk too..... + Informações

A song about acid, God, Satan, hopelessness, and all that jazz. (Even I don't know why the hell I'm laughing so much). + Informações

Apathy has never sounded so good.. + Informações

some call this a season, i call it a snowstorm..... + Informações

hobo muzik. + Informações

Pat the Bunny playing New Mexico Song.. + Informações

Sing-along explosion.. + Informações

home is where the heart is...... + Informações

Cortland,NY January 26, 2007. + Informações

enjoy.. + Informações

johnny hobo and the freight trains. + Informações

Myspace: www.myspace.com Lyrics: well we can do just what we please, but we can never turn on the heat. and every night's a blackout in this place. we get the bills, but we don't pay. no, we don't pay. and i guess you're right because all of my friends are drug addicts. and i guess you're right because this really is a pretty gross matress. but i'd rather sleep with junkies than with angels, as the moonlight turns all of us to werewolves. and sunrise, it's just a gorgeous bedtime, the way the light hits the cheap wine. well i can do just what i want, and that's get drunk in Vermont. down by the bridge with the Colt 45, sipping and watching them pigs drive by, drive by. and i guess you're right, because we're just a bunch of alcoholics. and i guess you're right, because we ain't taking down the system tomorrow. but sometimes anarchy should mean burning a black flag, and utopia should mean no paper bags, and maybe our hundred drunk mistakes could add up to smash the state, smash the state smash the state! and i hope that is the case, because otherwise we'll never get out of this place.. + Informações

Tonight I bury Old William without remorse Because Hell sleeps around and Heaven wants a divorce Tonight I burn my bookshelf to be free Because even a rebel tradition is slavery Tonight I bake my madness a birthday cake Because even the insomniacs aren't awake Tonight I burn my home while Beethoven plays So tomorrow I can live like I died yesterday, Live like I died yesterday Today a stampede killed Superman And Apollo and Dionysus both got hanged Today the revolution laughed and spit in my face But all-expenses-paid Dada will take its place Today the dropouts were smarter than the PhDs As they took off with everyone's car without the keys Today I bled failure all the way up to the sky And I grinned hopelessly as I sit down to die, As I sit down to die. + Informações

A redo of the band cover by Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains. If you happen to dig my music, check out my originals and some covers at: www.purevolume.com I dig the Pat.. + Informações

Apathy has never sounded so good.. + Informações

The first and last Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains song played that night and certainly one of the biggest sing-alongs I've ever encountered.. + Informações

drunk folk fun..... + Informações

it's not my revolution, but that's my beer...oi. + Informações

Another Johnny Hobo cover. Yet again I managed to play something completely random at the end. Check out Abi's channel! www.youtube.com Lyrics: This one's for every drug problem that got stopped in its tracks by a trip to rehab. I'll miss railing pills with you in the park. This one's for every friend who decided not to drop out and stay at their mom's house. I'll miss you on the street corner when it starts to get dark. Because tonight I'm cryin' about the crack house that got torn down in the center of town. And tonight I'm laughin' about the army recruitment station lying vacant. Here's to the rubble. A break through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's hero. Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose. This one's for every arsonist that got locked down before they burnt the cities down. I'll miss seeing the sky scrapers on fire! This one's for every friend who got taken off the streets so the upper class could sleep. So the upper class could sleep. I'll miss the spraypaint and slashed tires. Because tonight I can't smell the pigs around the corner on the shortness of your breathe. And tonight I can't taste the whiskey from across the room in the stumbling of your steps. Here's to the rubble. A brick through every window, a casket buried six feet deep for everybody's heroes. Here's to our lives being meaningless. And how beautiful it is because freedom doesn't have a purpose!. + Informações

Shot at Wayward Council in Gainesville, Florida. Pat from Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains sings "Free As The Rent We Don't Pay". Sing along, anyone?. + Informações

cheap beer is a must........ + Informações

it's been a while since i've posted so here ya go, another pat cover. Gustov my kitty makes an appearance at the end.. + Informações