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.
Restored Pages
▼
Thursday, July 7, 2011
AS LONG AS MY GOODBYE...
BY MYSELF
I CAME TO YOU
TO YOU
I CAME ALONE
FROM DISTANT
TIMES AND
DISTANT LANDS
I CAME HERE
ON MY OWN....
NOHING CARRIED
ON MY BACK
POSSESSIONS
HAVE I NONE
ALONE I CAME
ALONE I'LL LEAVE
WHEN MY
LONG WALK
IS DONE
I THE WOLF
A FOREIGNER
ALWAYS ON
MY OWN
WANDER IN
A LITTLE WHILE
BUT ALWAYS
LEAVE ALONE
CRIMSON MOONS
AND CRYSTAL STARS
AGAINST BLACK
VELVET SKY
MY HELLO
WILL NEVER LAST
AS LONG
AS MY GOODBYE...
Bobby Jameson July 7, 2011