Hollerin' Jack Johnson

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Go to work by Hollerin' Jack

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Wandering Jack, or Ambrose card shuffler Ol Jackie jackie Jack. Or Pumpkin bottom love wonderfuck, or Hollerin' Jack Johnson is a wandering old school mutant blues performer. One of the last of his generation. Jack has since revealed that his middle name was Percy until 2004 when he had it changed to BISCUIT in all caps. His fans yell his middle name at his concerts. Jack is a devote follower of The Great Pumpkin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TO8zUDB6HGI&feature=youtu.be

It's hard to pin down a Johnson performance. He is an Agent of Chaos, a wandering no-plan Eris man. You can only track him through empty bottles of booze and reefer sacks.

Some claim there is no actual Hollerin' Jack, and it is really Andrew McFing doing some weird side project while blacked out on booze and drugs.

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Jack Johnson (June 10, 1965 – January 10, 2012), better known as Hollerin Jack Johnson, was an influential Mutant blues singer, guitarist and harmonica player.

With a booming voice and road worn physical presence,along with Harpin' Hank Grimson Johnson is commonly ranked among the leading performers in [Mutant blues]]; musician and critic Jaxmo Dentson declared, "no one could match [Hollerin' Jack Johnson] for the singular ability eat all the biscuits in the establishment and still make it onto the stage. Many songs popularized by Johnson—such as "I want my biscuit," "Blues for Motely Howe" and "Biscuit weather and coffee fever"—have become standards of Mutant blues and Twisto rock. Johnson is portrayed by Biles Corkly in the 2008 motion picture Biscuit Blues.

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Long Ass Song
A recently unearthed lost track.

Soundtrack of Biscuit Blues

⤓	I want my biscuit (Recorded live at the Hole in the Hole in the Wall on feb 13 2007)
⤓	Blues for Motly Howe
⤓	P.A.G.A.N_by_Hollerin_Jack
⤓	Can't fergit this bis ket
⤓	Biscuit weather and coffee fever
⤓	Hellhounds repossessed my car
⤓	Biscuit in the Cabinet
⤓	Biscuit Biscuit Biscuit

The dark Times of Hollerin' Jack Johnson

The only album ever recorded by Hollerin Jack was Above the under thing a very drugged out record done in a feverish twenty two hours of hallucinogenic daze. Johnson would like to dis-own this album. The only other recordings are boot legs from his many unexpected live shows throughout the northern hemisphere.

• ⤓ Long ramblin' biscuit intro
• ⤓ Biscuit Pride Nation
• ⤓ Midget Mayhem
• ⤓ Die cop Die
• ⤓ Piano and a biscuit.

• ⤓ Half Mollkin

• ⤓ Locked up lion hole

• ⤓ Biscuit and sleep deprivation

• ⤓ Bile fish and maggots

• ⤓ Xtain Dude

• ⤓ Cheap motel room sink

• ⤓ Biscuit Cola Cola.

The Ballad of Bobby Crump

As of early 2009. Johnson is touring to release his E P collection of infictive County folk ballads centered around the mysterious personage of Bobby Crump.

• 1 ⤓ Ballad of Bobby Crump 1: Asphalt and sand.

• 2 ⤓ Ballad of Bobby Crump 2 2012

• 3 ⤓ Ballad of Bobby Crump 3: Wake up Walking.

• 4 ⤓ Ballad of Bobby Crump 4: Town is a sleepin at least that's what I hope.

• 5 ⤓ Ballad of Bobbie Crump 5: The underpass

• 6 ⤓ They don't see you they won't kill you

Hollerin' Jack and the Biscuit Combo

• ⤓ Electric Biscuit
• ⤓ At the end of the day
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Untitled instrumental about biscuits.

• ⤓ Grimbo and the nother day.
• ⤓ Want my biscuit now

Lyrics

Way Night Bumpers

bumpers, always playing blind Speaking a phrase pre-flight Zero hour nine buzzes and bells

Shameful as it today, come today What around Waitin' around with the music is down to the place to raise be a long climb I am blind Why out the lights

Chorus: gonna beat the lights, crown to night, babe

Come him fall That music is faces now Endless the end Until want it... Now Now? Now! Persian rocket man, only friend Until got such if you and plundered him,

your the mirror a mean a twist A long time... Ever enough Please put be the machine Feeling music's over Turn yeah

Chorus: gonna beat the lights, crown to night, babe

Locked up Lion Hole

• That goes down like a rubber biscuit.
• That makes me shudder like a trouble bitch kit.
• Great Alarm slaps you with it's clocky arms.
• It's screaming un-meming tone it harms.

• You know I'm rockin' with a pocket kit.
• Like a eternal toboggan I'm never loggin off of it.
• And I'm snoring', hands are raining poison in my coffee
• and that poison never gonna off me
• Yeah and I romp around in the back/smutty sex/suck my cock
• Be the first on the block
• note your victory on the wall with chalk

• So I'm mixing up a energy drink
• In a cheap motel room sink
• Break out of this cage until the next
• Phase a new case forms around us
• How goes this a weird bus
• In this time allowed to think

Xtian Dude

• He's an agent for platy
• He's over every day
• Smokes my weed and begs for porn
• Sucks away my creative energies
• leaves me lorlorn
• Don't feel free my energies no longer mine unless I run away
• run away and fly
• Then he's looking for me. Where can I be?
• Free is away ditch the stalker have one good day
• And his stupid religion hates
• Queers unless they're women then he masturbates
• girl on girl craves kiddie porn
• His belief system is lies and distortions
• Thinks all our problems are caused by queers and abortions
• And dude's rotten tobacco scent is enough to empty my stomach of it's contents
• burn incense air the place out go take a walk
• Dudes scent ain't right like something rotten and wet that can't live in the light
• And he believes bullshit right wing conspiracy theorys

Thanks to Invisble Cob Jona Pills Minton for the proper translation of the lyrics as said by Johnson.

2014

• ⤓ Mudslide the truth in life.

The River bridge row sessions. At this low point in his life Johnson hawked his guitar for some beer and went on without it.