#johnny cash hurt

[expfcultragreen]

😏 why is that the song tho...when obviously it should be:

But is it a bonus hole [*]

[thewaragainstapathy]

I first heard Cash's version while watching Person of Interest. It was played in its entirety in the opening scene of "The Devil's Share" (3x10) and the combination of the song and the scene BROKE ME. I listened to it many times after, but I never watched the music video.

I just watched it (thank you anais-ninja-bitch) and...damn.

I haven't cried that hard in a while.

Yeah, that song belongs to The Man in Black now.

Okay okay we all know Johnny cash did his cover of Hurt and we were all like “ok he owns that now” but I watched the music video he made and I’m like “oh he OWNS it owns it”

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[earlgraytay]

today's verbal brain noise: "Trent Reznor is Hamlet, Johnny Cash is King Lear"

[puffywiz]

One day I'll log on and everyone's gonna be loosing their minds over the Alecto cover reveal and I'll stumble blindly through the tlt tag looking at hundreds of reposts of the same beautiful Tommy Arnold masterpiece with tears in my eyes and a song in my heart

[transhuman-priestess]

[astralbondpro]

Johnny Cash // Hurt (Nine Inch Nails Cover)

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Story behind Johnny Cash's song "Hurt?"

"Hurt" is a song written and performed only by Johnny Cash, who wrote and performed it. Nobody else before him had done so or released it on any albums, certainly no artists named Trent Reznor with no bands named Nine Inch Nails, and absolutely not as the final track on their album The Downward Spiral. Indeed, Johnny Cash's song "Hurt" is absolutely not a cover.

[9haharharley1]

for prompt requests - something involving Jack and Pitch admiring any scars/freckles/moles/etc. the other has? Or Nightlight and Kozmotis, if you so desire?

This is your fault, Gilly! You know exactly what you did, you can't keep doing this to me! I just wanted to write something short and cute!

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The fingers of Jack's right hand tangled with Pitch's as they lay together in an empty Kansas field, snow falling lightly around them. He could feel the Boogieman's gaze on the side of his face, but his own eyes scanned over ashen grey skin, a stark contrast to his moonlight paleness. He brought his other hand up to trace rough knuckles.

"How'd you get these?" he asked curiously, noticing the faint scars there. Pitch brought their joined hands up to gaze at the back of his own hand.

"Huh..." he mumbled to himself, brow furrowing. "That... was a long time ago, I believe. Back before..."

"Nightmare King stuff?" Jack answered softly.

"Hm. Yes. Before that." Pitch gave a wry little grin. "If I recall correctly, I believe I punched a lieutenant in the face."

"What?!" Jack crowed. He tilted his head to grin at Pitch. "No way! You weren't military, were you?"

Pitch grinned back. "I was. A general, actually."

"You're lying," Jack said, but he was still grinning. "You were not."

"I absolutely was." Pitch's smile dropped a little, and Jack didn't push it. "This would have happened before that, though. I believe I hadn't even made commander rank when this guy mouthed off to me. I admit, I may have lost my cool and got into a nasty scrap with him. I was lucky I wasn't court marshaled."

"Military man," Jack muttered. "I should have known. You always hold yourself so straight-laced."

"I like to think I've relaxed over the years," Pitch murmured, scooting a little closer to mouth at Jack's ear. Jack giggled and shoved a hand in his face.

"Maybe over this past year," he said back. "You were still riding your high horse when we started really talking."

"As opposed to riding you?" Pitch murmured, dark and silky in his ear, and Jack's face flushed purple. He turned away.

"Wh-what about this one?" he tried to distract the Boogieman, running a finger along a long scar on the back of Pitch's left hand. Pitch looked, pursing his lips.

"Sword fight, I think..." His brow furrowed as he gazed at the back of his hand, bringing their joined hands closer to his face. "It was a... mission to weed out some dream pirates. One managed to nick me before I stabbed it."

"Wow, stabbing. Damn." Jack gave an impressed whistled. "Never knew you were such a badass!" He chuckled, but noticed Pitch was holding his hand tighter than before. Jack's brow furrowed. "Pitch? What's wrong?"

"These..." His gold eyes were troubled as he gazed at the back of his own hand. His other rose to trail his own fingers over the scars. He swallowed thickly. "These weren't here before..."

"What do you mean?" Jack squeezed his fingers gently.

"I..." Pitch raised his right arm, the shadowy sleeve of his room receding enough that he could gaze at a large scar on his forearm. His voice was distressed as he said, "I'm not sure..."

Jack got his arm underneath him, propping himself on his elbow but refusing to loosen his hold on Pitch's hand. "And that one?"

Pitch swallowed thickly. "Nightmare Man."

Jack didn't linger on it. "Pitch, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Pitch rolled on his back, running long fingers over his scars. "When did..." he muttered to himself. "These... I haven't seen -" He cut off with a shaking breath. He let go of Jack's hand, sitting up abruptly as he shrugged off his robe. Jack wanted to make a joke, but the genuine distress on Pitch's face made him hold his tongue. He gasped as his own eyes went wide, Pitch releasing a shuddering exhale as he ran fingers over his chest.

A large scar ran diagonally down Pitch's right pectoral, cutting from clavicle to just above his nipple. It had long faded with time, but the wound had been deep, and it carved a deep gouge into the muscle. Jack stared at it in horrified awe, suddenly understanding Pitch's distress over the seemingly sudden appearance of his scars.

Jack had seen the man naked plenty of times now. He would certainly have remembered a scar like that.

"When did this appear?" Pitch murmured, his voice distressed as he gazed off into the distance. Snow fell around them, soft and silent, and Jack swallowed thickly.

"That..." Jack swallowed around a lump in his throat. There was an itch under his skin, almost a burning that felt at odds with his natural cold. "That wasn't there last night..."

"Dream pirates," Pitch muttered. "It was always dream pirates. Dream pirates and their Nightmare Men, always running and hiding, always chasing after them so they wouldn't target another child..." His hand rose to clutch the golden locket he only wore when it was just the two of them. "There seemed to be no end to them..."

Jack scooted closer. "Pitch?" He rose a hand to cup Pitch's cheek, turning the old spirit to face him, concern making his eyebrows shoot up as his skin tingled, gazing at his lover in horrified wonder. "Your face..."

Pitch's own eyes widened as they gazed back at him, a long scar that hadn't been there mere moments ago slashing down the left side of his face. It ran from his forehead down over his eye - a miracle it hadn't blinded the man - all the way down over his lips to Pitch's chin. It ran in the same direction as the one on Pitch's chest, no doubt from the same slash, and Jack couldn't stop staring.

There was something in his mind, something buried deep and clawing desperately to get out, that couldn't help but focus on that scar. There was a memory there, one that hadn't been unlocked with his box of baby teeth, and Jack reached up, lightly running his fingers over the cut on Pitch's lips. The snow glowing gently in the moonlight lit up Pitch's dark features, and Jack traced the scar to the one on his chest.

"I... think I've seen this before..." he muttered, more to himself than his lover, but the shaky inhale of air from Pitch had him looking back up. He met wide gold eyes, wild with awe and shock as Pitch stared back at him, and Jack realized the glow off the snow wasn't coming from the moon.

There was no moon out tonight.

Pitch's hand shook as it rose, long fingers touching Jack's cheek so reverently it made something in him break. Tears filled his eyes unbidden, Jack startled to realize he didn't know why he was crying in the first place, but as he gaze back at Pitch, he was shocked to see the man silently crying. His shaking hand cupped Jack's cheek, hot and soothing on his skin, and Jack leaned into it. He closed his eyes, pressing a kiss to Pitch's thumb, and when he opened them again, Pitch was looking at him like he was someone he had lost long ago, someone he had never expected to see again.

Someone he loved dearly.

His voice was broken when he spoke again.

"...Nightlight?"

[salemelas]

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[quinnhills]

Yesterday was also Johnny Cash’s birthday, so in his honor I played a song from Nine Inch Nails

[thesargasmicgoddess]

There is so much I love about this cover and the entire story behind Cash, Reznor, and this song. How people ask whether Cash or Reznor wrote the song. How Reznor wrote about mental illness. How Cash turned it into a song about the end of a life. How Reznor said, "that song isn't mine anymore" after seeing this video....just goosebumps.

Johnny Cash - Hurt

“The thought of, ‘Here’s a thing I wrote from a very intimate place and it’s connected to someone else with a larger-than-life personality, then oddly it becomes an epitaph for his life, filmed by one of the greatest directors ever and presented in such a beautiful way,’ it reminds you of the power of music and how important it is.”

-Trent Reznor

*Editing to add Reznor's acoustic version, which is on par with my love of the Cash cover.

[thecryoftheseagulls]

hey dragon age friends you should send me your favorite sad!Hawke songs

[donghuamuqing]

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