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Barbuchon
09-07-2007, 11:37 PM
I thought I would share this one, hope you guys will like it, might not be perfect because I'm a french canadian, so here we go. Don't steal.



JUNKIE


You used to be a happy innocent child
But now things don't look the same anymore
Looks like everything you live is pure bullshit
And you don't want to handle it any further

You taught it was cool
Since so long you haven't felt that great
So you get yourself moving on
Running for highs and always more

You don't want to live
You don't want to die
You spend all your time
Between death and life

You are not to sure about what you want
Or what just happened in the past
Your mind is just to fucked up
But you are only ginvin' up

You lost everything that you had
Just to get numb one more time
But lately you just found out
That the battle won't stop

You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again

The blue sky is from now on red
You don't wanna see what a big mistake you've made
So you close your eyes and pray for better days
But tomorrow, you'll make the same ol'shit again

Eventually the circle gets old
Your friends change to zombies
Everything beautiful start to die
The sun don't want to enlight you anymore

The moon becomes your only friend
You wrap yourself in shadow velvets
Trying to pretend your are in your element
You dispatch the truth from your tears

Life is passing you by
Yet, all you do is sit and wonder why
You look up at the sky with your fist in the air
"Why me, oh, why me..." You start to cry

You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again

You make best friend with Anger
And you call yourself a hard punk rocker
Just because you handle your shit life
And you think you don't need anything anymore

Everytime you are alone without your stuff
You start to freak out, beging for altered states
Because you can't deal with yourself anymore
So you get out and start your theatre

Eventually the room is running out of spectators
People are tired of the same story over and over
You change city just to see what it could be
Just to found out the same sad history

You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, you'll get bashed again

All that time all you wanted was peace of mind
But that's what happen when you deal with the devil
You sold your soul for what seems temporary butterflies
Just to found out all you were dealing it was lies

The song goes on, but you feel what I am sayin'
I could sing that sad blues forever and ever
'Til the day that junkie thinks it's over
That night, you could find him floating on the river...

You taught you could handle it
But now you are just too weak to last
You can't escape what you've created
No, my friend, today you won't get bashed again

All that time you wanted to die
Today, you collect your so called desire
Life could have been something more
But you spend all your time ruining it.

dirtydog
09-08-2007, 01:16 AM
I think the word you're looking for is "thought" (past tense of "think"), not "taught" (past tense of "teach").

Other than the fact that I don't do drugs these days and I'm not a hard punk rocker, it sounds like your poem is addressing me. I like it.

Who is Barbuchon?

Barbuchon
09-08-2007, 09:44 PM
I think the word you're looking for is "thought" (past tense of "think"), not "taught" (past tense of "teach").

Other than the fact that I don't do drugs these days and I'm not a hard punk rocker, it sounds like your poem is addressing me. I like it.

Who is Barbuchon?Barbuchon is me; a nickname my little sister gave me. Cute way of calling a man with a beard in french.

How is my "poem" addressing to you, according to the faq that you ain't no hard punk rocker, nor drug addict?!?

Barbuchon
09-08-2007, 09:49 PM
Oh just saw that you were from Medecine Hat!!! Man I love this place, looks like a lovely city, I would love to go live there one day.

dirtydog
09-12-2007, 12:11 AM
Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada is a small city of 60,000, centered on a river valley, surrounded by mostly treeless prairie. Summers are hot and winters are from time to time very cold, but not unusually so by Canadian standards. The inhabitants are overwhelmingly white and mostly conservative.

The name of the town comes from a short story written by a Saamis Indian concerning a hat or bonnet made from weasel skin and other ingredients, but I don't know the details of the story. Rudyard Kipling stopped briefly in the early twentieth century and noted that the prairies here have "all hell for a basement, and the only trapdoor is Medicine Hat."

The town was first settled in the 1880's when the Canadian Pacific Railway needed to build a bridge across the South Saskatchewan river.

Barbuchon
09-13-2007, 05:42 AM
cool

Malapascua
09-13-2007, 12:06 PM
The poem is good, well very good.
Did you write it as lyrics to a song your were going to perform?
(I aske because of the repeating verse in it.)

Barbuchon
09-13-2007, 07:33 PM
Yeah at first it was meant to. But than I couldn't find some decent musicians I would work with.

Malapascua
09-13-2007, 08:15 PM
So play around with other music with the lyri cs removed from the sound-track.
I don't know what its called, but you play a song into it, and only the music comes through to the speakers.
Can anyone here tell Barbuchon what I am talking about?

Barbuchon
09-15-2007, 01:36 AM
I think that would kill the magic of music. A band creates a whole new energy, just need to find the right persons. But at the bio farm I work right now, there's some mad reggae, world music musicians. Maybe I could find my way around.