Hello My name is Papillon I am an old hippie. I use to play music in the 70ties. I came back to thinking of myself as a singer song writer. I am also french canadian. I would like to work on a special project with some people and also share poetry and music on this forum. There are a few problems. I went traveling and got lost on the hippie trail for 34 years. Lived mostly in a bus. So I started writing songs in the English language. I have spelling problems now in 3 languages. French that I almost forgot to write. English my second language. Anspanish. So I am self concious of these weaknesses. I write mostly about revolutionary subjects. Stuff like the war in Iraq. The environment. I am looking for collaboration. Mostly because I feel that connection is the ticket for bringing the subjects I write about to the FRONT. I like rock jazz and these influence my music. But it is folk primarely since I play accoustic guitare with fingerpicking styles. I also like weird tunings like DADGAD and DADDAD. I have a very good Idea. Not about a song but about a philosophy. So I am fishing right now. Trying to hook insoired motivated people to be interested in that project. It is way too long for me to try to explain it with this post. I am also always on the hunt for collaboration in music. So if you are a musician, a producer of dreams and utopia and or someone that feels they would like to put heads with me and others e-mail me. I will post one poem song here and give a link to the vide .wmv of it to be listened to. This one is about Iraq. It is called headlines. song written by Papillon I Just need a little hope as I wander down the street. Kidnapped by the headlines that keep me on my feet Villains and vigilantes ride the same parade The media points the arrows and show who to invade Graffiti fills the walls they call it regime change The music just gets louder and sounding kind of strange Call it code orange an new world order western democracy When you got the power you can write the A B C **************************************** Have been part of those who’ve been lied to all their lives I just know by instinct to read between the lines Words from all these experts the generals and the knights All these high tech vandals who’ve never seen it right When it comes to bleeding I know who’s blood will run It’s not the first time they want some killing done They are thirsting for heroes they always know the facts With a simple speculation they can destroy Iraq ******************************************* While uncle Sam keeps tabs and blinks at all our files Checking all our credits our mail and how we smile While machines just get faster better memory and cup’s It all feels like a nightmare in a NAZI zoo Meanwhile aids still kills thousands every day But that is so far might as well be the milky way Short attention deficit disorder affects 58 percent Most people don’t even vote for the president ************************************ Meanwhile we see the victims very quickly on TV all that collateral damage keeps piling up you see Broken lives are harder are harder to repair Than bombing cities leaving orphans every-where If I was a child living in Baghdad They destroyed my school And then they killed my dad. Then I might differ in opinion deep in my head And one day drive a car with a dirty bomb instead ******************************************** Children must worry as new enemies come to be Driven by their martyrs and leaders on TV Finger pointing experts and preachers of Jihad Singing to the masses in the angry ciudad If a secret deal was stuck in Athens or Hong Kong between a fanatic and some-one with a bomb Bigotry greed things you can’t ignore Especially when your leaders are marching you to war http://beadsongs.org/headlinestv.htm
