John Paxton (May 21, 1911, Kansas City, Missouri - January 5, 1985, Santa Monica, California) was an American screenwriter.
Some of his films include Murder, My Sweet in 1944, Cornered in 1945, Crossfire in 1947 (an adaptation of the controversial novel The Brick Foxhole that earned him his only Oscar nomination).
He helped adapt the screenplay for the controversial movie The Wild One in 1953 starring Marlon Brando, and his adaptation of the Nevil Shute novel On the Beach appeared in 1959. Paxton's work twice received the Mystery Writers of America's Edgar Award for Best Motion Picture Screenplay, for Murder, My Sweet and Crossfire.
He won a Golden Globe and an award from the Writers Guild of America in 1971 for his screenplay to the Walter Matthau film Kotch. Before coming to Hollywood in the 1940s, Paxton worked as a journalist and a publicist. Paxton was an uncle of comic book writer Ed Brubaker as well as retired army intelligence officer, Col. David O. Paxton.
John Paxton (1890 – unknown) was an English footballer who played for Stoke.
Paxton started his career with his local side West Stanley before joining Stoke in 1910. He played three times for Stoke during the 1910–11 season scoring once which came in a 4–0 win over Stafford Rangers in the Birmingham & District League. He left at the end of the season and joined Chesterfield.
Blank books, no songs;
Baby, I've been doing this for too long.
Night falls and we go under,
I ain't getting any younger
So I closed the door I said 'Thank you for the ride'
And I know you can tell there's something else
Trying to force its way outside.
But I just dig my heels in hard against the slow flood of time
And I said 'Never you mind; some things are better kept aside.'
Cultivate a quiet rage;
Well I'm getting used to being avoided like the plague.
Just wanted you to know you're wrong,
That it was me and never you I'm running from.
So I closed the door I said 'Thank you for the ride'
And I know you can tell there's something else
Trying to force its way outside.
But I just dig my heels in hard against the slow flood of time