Текст и перевод песни Koos Kombuis - Johnny Is Nie Dood Nie

Johnny Is Nie Dood Nie

Jy't gesê jy wil n break vat met toere in die langpad
Elke aand n ander sound check elke dag n nuwe slaapplek
Jy't gewens jy kon net chill dis tyd vir n sebattical
Maar nog voor jou woorde koud was het jy besef dat jy te oud was
Jou repertoire is klaar dit was te laat vir nog n comeback vanjaar
Jy't gedink jy't niks meer om te sê
Nie en jou eks vrou wil jou geld hê
Maar die kunstefees vat elke sent n mens se omset is skaars 10%
Van die bruto pyn en hartseer elke fokken keer as jy probeer
Om n difference in die land te maak om n lied te skyf wat mense raak
N finale helder antwoord op die suiwerste akkoord op jou khitaar
Jy't gesê jy wil n date maak in die nasionale pad
Jy wou jou mense ompraat om n nuwe kans te vat
Maar daar was vlieë op jou windscreen en depressie was jou baas

Johnny is nie dood nie Johnny is nie dood nie
Johnny is nie dood nie jy's net uitgepass

Onderkant die wind by die spoor, by die spoor
Hang jou reuk in die lug wat na trane ruik
Onderkant die wind by die spoor, by die spoor
Onder hierdie maan le my vriend se lyk
Met 'n storie op die voorblad,
Met 'n kiekie van 'n kar, net 'n byline
Maar by nr22 is dit stil
By nr22 was die laaste pil in die pipeline, in die pipeline

Johnny was 'n cowboy, Johnny was 'n rushkop
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny maak 'n groot geraas
Johnny was 'n genius, Johnny was 'n fokkop
Johnny, Johnny stadig nou, Johnny, Johnny kap dit flou
Johnny is nie dood nie, Johnny is nie dood nie
Johnny is nie dood nie, hy's net uitgepass

Onthou jy nog die aande daar in Birdstraat, Birdstraat
Onthou jy nog die maande van fokkol doen en kak praat
Onthou jy liewe Jesus met sy vuil blou jeans
Tussen asbakke en bottels, al daai weird, weird scenes

Weet jy dalk die rede hoekom is dit alles oor
Weet jy dalk die rede hoekom ons jou moes verloor
Is daar hoop vir ons wat oorbly,
Is daar troos vir al die junkies kan ons doen wat ons wil
Is daar 'n lig daarvoor, of is die party oor,
Is daar tik in die hemel is daar crack in die hemel

Johnny was 'n cowboy, Johnny was 'n rushkop
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny maak 'n groot geraas
Johnny was 'n genius, Johnny was 'n fokkop
Johnny, Johnny stadig nou, Johnny, Johnny kap dit flou
Johnny is nie dood nie, Johnny is nie dood nie
Johnny is nie dood nie, hy's net uitgepass
Johnny was 'n cowboy, Johnny was 'n rushkop.
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny maak 'n groot geraas
Johnny was 'n genius, Johnny was 'n fokkop
Johnny, Johnny stadig nou, Johnny, Johnny kap dit flou
Johnny is nie dood nie, Johnny is nie dood nie
Johnny is nie dood nie, hy's net uitgepass

Johnny Isn't Dead

You said you wanted to take a break from touring the long road
Every night a different soundcheck, every day a new place to sleep
You wished you could just chill, it's time for a sabbatical
But even before your words were cold, you realized you were too old
Your repertoire is done, it was too late for another comeback this year
You thought you had nothing more to say
Not one of your ex-wives wants your money
But the arts festival takes every cent, your turnover is barely 10%
Of the gross pain and heartbreak every fucking time you try
To make a difference in the land, to write a song that touches people
A final bright answer on the purest chord on your guitar
You said you wanted to make a date on the national road
You wanted to convince your people to take a new chance
But there were flies on your windscreen and depression was your boss

Johnny isn't dead, Johnny isn't dead
Johnny isn't dead, you just passed out

Under the wind by the tracks, by the tracks
Your scent hangs in the air that smells of tears
Under the wind by the tracks, by the tracks
Under this moon lies my friend's body
With a story on the front page,
With a picture of a car, just a byline
But at number 22 it's quiet
At number 22 was the last pill in the pipeline, in the pipeline

Johnny was a cowboy, Johnny was a rush head
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny makes a big noise
Johnny was a genius, Johnny was a fuck-up
Johnny, Johnny slowly now, Johnny, Johnny cut it out
Johnny isn't dead, Johnny isn't dead
Johnny isn't dead, he just passed out

Do you remember the nights there in Bird Street, Bird Street
Do you remember the months of doing nothing and talking shit
Do you remember dear Jesus with his dirty blue jeans
Among ashtrays and bottles, all those weird, weird scenes

Do you know the reason why it's all over
Do you know the reason why we had to lose you
Is there hope for those of us who remain,
Is there comfort for all the junkies, can we do what we want
Is there a light for that, or is the party over,
Is there tik in heaven, is there crack in heaven

Johnny was a cowboy, Johnny was a rush head
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny makes a big noise
Johnny was a genius, Johnny was a fuck-up
Johnny, Johnny slowly now, Johnny, Johnny cut it out
Johnny isn't dead, Johnny isn't dead
Johnny isn't dead, he just passed out
Johnny was a cowboy, Johnny was a rush head.
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny makes a big noise
Johnny was a genius, Johnny was a fuck-up
Johnny, Johnny slowly now, Johnny, Johnny cut it out
Johnny isn't dead, Johnny isn't dead
Johnny isn't dead, he just passed out