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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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
JUST LIKE ALL THE TIMES BEFORE
ALONE I FIGHT
THIS RUTHLESS WAR
LIKE ALL THE TIMES
I DID BEFORE
AND ALL THOSE TIMES
ARE STACKED
LIKE STONES
ALONG THE ROAD
I WALKED ALONE
PROMISES LIKE SKULLS
ARE PILED
CONVENIENT LIES
AND PLEASANT SMILES
USELESS WORDS
ZERO SCORE
JUST LIKE ALL
THE TIMES BEFORE
FOOT IN FRONT
OF ONE ANOTHER
FIRST THE ONE
AND THEN THE OTHER
HERE AGAIN
ALONE ONCE MORE
JUST LIKE ALL
THE TIMES BEFORE
Bobby Jameson April 11, 2012