John E. Smoke – Butthole Surfers: Songtexte, Musikvideos & Konzerte

Butthole Surfers

John E. Smoke

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John E. Smoke wurde am 1. Januar 1988 von Matador als Teil des Albums Hairway To Steven veröffentlicht

Songdetails

AlbumHairway To Steven

Veröffentlichungsdatum1. Januar 1988

SpracheEnglish

Melodizität

Akustizität

Valence

Tanzbarkeit

Energie

BPM173

SONG-INFO

SONGTEXTE

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Butthole Surfers

Butthole Surfers

Performer

Jeffrey D Pinkus

Jeffrey D Pinkus

Bass Guitar

Gibby Haynes

Vocals

Paul Leary Walthall

Paul Leary Walthall

Guitar

King Coffey

Drums

Teresa Nervosa

Drums

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Gibson Jerome Haynes

Gibson Jerome Haynes

Songwriter

Gibby Haynes

Songwriter

Paul Leary Walthall

Paul Leary Walthall

Songwriter

Jeff Coffey

Songwriter

Jeff Pinkus

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

JJ Golden

Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

This here song is about John W. Smoke Jr

It's about being in love and loving the love that's hating the love

And the love and the love and the hateless

Love that revolves around the loveless hate

That's a hateless love and the love that's loving the love

And the hate that's hating the love that's loving the hate

It's about John W. Smoke's mom

It's with his mom, it's about his mom, it's without his mom

It's about love is his mom and being without his mom

And loving the hate that's hating the love

And his mom and all the kinds of love

Hating the hate that's loving the hate and love that's loveless hate

And it goes something about like this

Johnny Smoke

Oh, Johnny Smoke

John Smoke

Oh, Johnny Smoke

Oh, Johnny Smoke

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, John

John

John Smoke

Johnny Smoke

John

John was a little crippled midget lesbian boy

But he stood ten foot tall with a knife

Pretty soon a mole had appeared on John's left leg

And rope-like it extended out 469 different miles

And verily, verily it was 69 different nuns

Speaking simultaneously to John in 69 different languages

And it evolved itself and it was the legless dog

That became a cyclone out of John's father's forehead

And there it was like a Twinkie with a halo storm in it

And it revolved down into the sky

And it talked to John like he was a little puppy himself

And John said that "I am not the magma

I am not the crust and I shall evolve"

And the rain had come down and it had washed on John

And he said that "I will be a cigarette

Butt before it's all done with"

And they said "No, you are the flame itself

And you shall burn pure in the South American sky

Where the blood dogs worship the still"

Johnny Smoke

Oh, Johnny Smoke

John Smoke

Johnny Smoke

Oh, Johnny Smoke

Oh, Johnny Smoke

Johnny Smoke

John Smoke

Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny

Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, John

And so brainlessly, leglessly, hairlessly

The boiled pit compliment self had revealed to John

That the QE2 luxury liner had extended out of John's left side

And so it had reached to him Mars

And just rammed backwards and upwardly they did evolve

Downward they fell like a thin sheet of waste

Chronically to come into John's body

His body was no longer the drive vehicle express itself

And he could not be the dog

And the dog's eyes which had blood coming out

Like they were ropes around John's leg and pulled him up

Like he was a canoe and he floated on the life essence itself

For South America where he was married

Written by: Gibby Haynes, Gibson Jerome Haynes, Jeffrey D Pinkus, Jeffrey Scott Coffey, Paul Leary Walthall

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