A written history of Bobby Jameson and his search through the past. Working my way back through the jungle of drug addiction and booze. My family life as a kid was the breeding ground for addicts. No self worth, no help, and one chance to get out alive. Music was the horse I rode out on...and the music business was the horse I rode into hell. Pronounced dead twice from drug over doses, I lived to tell how the pursuit of fame is as deadly as any narcotic I have ever used.
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Saturday, December 13, 2008
(part 105) THE SUITCASE
SUITCASE FILLED WITH BROKEN DREAMS
UNATTENDED NOW IT SEEMS
BROKEN HEARTS RESIDE THERE TOO
WITH ALL THE THINGS WE DID NOT DO
JARS OF TEARS WE NEVER CRIED
LAUGHTER THAT HAS LONG SINCE DIED
PROMISES WE NEVER KEPT
COUNTLESS NIGHTS WE NEVER SLEPT
FADED PHOTOS FROM THE PAST
COMMITMENTS MADE THAT DID NOT LAST
OLD RECORDING OF A SONG
SILENCED NOW BY WHAT WENT WRONG
PAPER BAGS OF FOOLISH PRIDE
NOTEBOOKS OF EACH TIME WE LIED
A FADED BUNDLE OF OUR FEARS
CALENDARS OF WASTED YEARS
THE SUITCASE STANDS ALONE UNCLAIMED
IT'S OWNER ABSENT AND UNNAMED
THE CONTENTS NEATLY PACKED AWAY
ARE ADDED TO WITH EACH NEW DAY
Robert Parker Jameson Dec 12, 2008
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' fer a train
ReplyDeleteWhen I's feeling nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
And rode us all the way to New Orleans
I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I's playing soft while Bobby sung the blues, n-yeah
Windshield wipers slapping time I's, holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose
Nothing, I mean nothing honey if it ain't free, no no
Yeah feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee.
From Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
Yeah Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah Bobby baby kept me from the cold world
One day a near Selina Lord, I let him slip away
He's lookin' for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose
Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
But feeling good was easy Lord when he sang the blues
Hey feeling good was good enough for me, hmm-mm
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
Hi Bobby...
ReplyDeleteApart from both songs avaiable on your MySpace page, does John York appear on any other recording of yours (released or unreleased) ?
Thank you
Wooh! A good one, Bobby. Makes one take stock a little bit. Thanks!
ReplyDeletethis is really good in so many ways.
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