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Old 01-16-2010, 05:11 AM
Bonnie Bonnie is offline
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Johnny Cash - "When the Man Comes Around"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10O9kUCAv40

(I love this one by Johnny! Didn't see any video with it I liked so it's just a still pic but I posted the lyrics below.)

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four
beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a
white horse.

There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he
decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be
treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down.
When the man comes around.

The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip
and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or
disappear into the potter's ground.
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels
singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices
callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'.
It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming
their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee
to kick against the pricks.

Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will
call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown.
When the man comes around.

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous,
let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words long written down.
When the man comes around.

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'.
Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'.
Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their
wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick
against the pricks.

In measured hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, And I looked and
behold: a pale horse. And his name, that sat on him, was Death.
And Hell followed with him.
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