Johnny Guitar

Ms. Haiku
Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,373
edited October 2009 in Words and Music...Communication
My guess is that the perfect woman of the protagonist's years is a metaphor for the perfect song. I totally love the lyrics of this song.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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  • slightofjeff
    slightofjeff Posts: 7,762
    I think Ed just saw this crazy-ass album cover of Johnny Guitar Watson dressed like a pimp, sitting on a tricycle surrounded by three hoes and decided to make up a story about it.

    There are pictures of said album cover floating around somewhere. It's pretty flipping funny.
    everybody wants the most they can possibly get
    for the least they could possibly do
  • shinmasaliu
    shinmasaliu Posts: 36
    slightofjeff wrote:
    I think Ed just saw this crazy-ass album cover of Johnny Guitar Watson dressed like a pimp, sitting on a tricycle surrounded by three hoes and decided to make up a story about it.

    There are pictures of said album cover floating around somewhere. It's pretty flipping funny.

    Haha that's classic. I'll have to find it :D

    This is a great song. Very literal I guess. No hidden meanings. Just crank it up and belt it out, I love driving to this song.
    This is, this is ... my ... last exit.
  • slightofjeff
    slightofjeff Posts: 7,762
    This is the one:

    http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images ... 74&s=music

    The album is appropriately titled, What the Hell Is This?
    everybody wants the most they can possibly get
    for the least they could possibly do
  • shinmasaliu
    shinmasaliu Posts: 36
    slightofjeff wrote:
    This is the one:

    http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images ... 74&s=music

    The album is appropriately titled, What the Hell Is This?

    That's kickass. He IS pimp isn't he.

    Now I picture this Johnny Guitar sitting on the couch with women all around him, and Eddie sitting alone in the corner of the room, sulking :?
    This is, this is ... my ... last exit.

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