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Ones Own Self
I started my life with my parents,
I did the mum and dad thing,
Fair enough,
I always knew there were more people in my head.
I roamed with my unreal heart,
Trying my best to appreciate a good ride,
Stepping into dusty roads under impossible skies,
I’d wake up to the cold howling world,
Hands in my pocket I did what I liked.
I think too much,
Maybe I don’t think enough,
When we have found someone to befriend,
Our soul goes back to the sky,
And more than death is to survive ones own self.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]REMIX CULTURE ALERT!!
In a bizarre twist of fate, the prize for first person to record a song based on one of Juju’s poems goes to Ben’s uncle Paul!
Hey leBen:
I saw the poem “Blame it on the Heart” on the fish site yesterday, and found myself trying a fast & dirty demo track - 1st takes, thus errors and ommissions.
Paul saw Juju’s poem Blame It On The Heart on the Little Fish site last week, and was inspired to jam a song around it. It’s definitely the first time Juju’s lyrics have been anywhere near a New Orleans-style groove, and it’s awesome.
The bar has been set, and the game is afoot. Why don’t you do a cover version or a remix or a song inspired by Juju’s writing? Go, go, go!!!
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Too Sick To Be Afraid.
My heart stood still and said to me “It’s too late to be afraid”.
I stood,
Naked to the light,
Waiting to begin,
Just like a thousand other nights.
There had been work nights,
There had been close times,
Fun times,
Junk times,
And in those moments my life never failed me,
As my will is stronger than my flesh,
If it can destroy you,
It can save you too.
You are ignorant of all it takes for me to stand here,
The hate that I have for you talkers,
You glass tappers,
Sing-alongers,
Foot-pounders,
The eager,
The bored,
The hip,
The square,
All those that paid money and expect value in return,
I gave you a vision once,
And you expect me to have it still like a birth-mark,
Or a scar,
I’m a victim of my past.
I’m here,
I utter my truth in half-dark,
In the thronged rooms where everyone’s breath tastes of cigarettes and alcohol,
Where people leave the day behind them at the door,
I stand with you,
Sensation hunters,
Impervious to shame or pride,
I’ll sing all day as if my life had betrayed me somewhere somehow.
The truth belongs to no-one,
Okay. So. I. Am. Beat.
I’m not sure I can believe in it all,
Believe in it enough to continue,
A wave of hopelessness has flooded me,
There seems to be a growing, baffling, emptiness inside of me.
Now,
I look out,
Over a wall of weakness and pain,
And fantasy showers my past,
It will separate us forever,
As only knowledge can,
My pride has nothing left to wound but myself.
I’m too old to walk away,
Too drunk to make it,
Too sick to be afraid.
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Give Me Back My Shadow
It’s a deserted and desolate Sunday,
The only meaning is without meaning,
The only truth I feel is music,
Heartbeat of the universe,
Forget the brain beat,
It’s the beat to keep,
The beat of the heart,
It’s being beat,
Swinging to the beat,
Soul-sweet dark beat,
Just out of jail or just out of a jar,
Tortured by sidewalks,
Open to everything,
It gives you the perfect grace of dancing,
I feel its charm,
Crazy eye gleaming bony face,
Give me back my shadow,
Let me come dancing through the city,
Beat.
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We Live In The Head Of Those Who Remember Us
The heart listened,
Embrace after embrace,
“Sell the land and buy a new sea” we would say,
Lightening in the heavens is called upon.
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Consumed by flames,
Curses continue to rain down,
My eyes water with tear drops,
We are sick – the cities are sick,
Soaked by the rain, torn by the wind
My sorrow gave way to indifference,
And never feeling fear,
I walked on, I walked away. ……………………………………….. ……………………………………….
The streets were empty,
I’d never had a lucky day in my life,
Let others tear themselves to pieces whilst I sit here and write,
And wait,
And spit on the sidewalk,
Everyone knows how suspicious silence is,
Why don’t you want me?
Dusty mind full of junk,
Can I have not have my own way? ……………………………………….. ……………………………………….
Souvenirs, astrays, postcards and calendars,
We don’t know what it all means,
When will our name be spoken for the last time?
After failing to understand me,
I quiver and shake,
We live in the heads of those who remember us. ……………………………………….. ……………………………………….
If I don’t come back,
Will you always remember me,
Just the way I look now,
I wasn’t all that far from being good. ……………………………………….. ……………………………………….
Maybe I’m asking and talking too much?
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Had We Now
Flee the masquerade,
From racing minds,
And shield our eyes,
From the desert sand,
To where we wake,
One day,
Surely we will fly.
