so there I was
puffing on those durban trees
rolled up in a blunt
with a bit of Lebanese
so powerful, it could
bring you too your knees
seizing on the ground
like a dog who has flees
then there was
the girl named Sleaze
black, and white, and
a little Cantonese
she didn't even know how to
say the word tease
just a couple minutes
she could bring you to your knees
smile on your face
cause she aimed to please
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So confident but insecure,
the bearded giant who was so sure,
he knew so much yet died so young.
Words of comedy, intelligence, wisdom
flowed easily from his tongue.
Remember that 90 degree day in May,
Even then he wouldn't put that wool jacket away.
To be hot and sweaty was the price he had to pay,
to look nice, and he always did, I must say.
Sitting at home drinking Steel Reserve from the can,
or sitting there in the corner Stella in hand,
if the music was playing, it was always his man.
He was the biggest Tom Waits fan.
Pacing through that house he called his mind,
Searching for something,
writing down the things he'd find,
for us his friends to read in time.
Keeping it entertaining, real, yet still sublime.
Every evening, he's still at the Sod,
his second home,
so don't be sad, don't cry and moan,
for today and forever,
none of us will be drinking alone.
Have faith my friends, Jamie is still near,
and finally when your time comes have no fear,
he'll be waiting with a stool, a smile and a beer.
How long does it take to make a light so great?
How much pain did you suffer, how much hate?
How much love did you give, how much of you did it take?
How much was you and how much was fate?
Why do the brightest lights, take so long to fade away?
Why do you still seem to listen to what I have to say?
Why are you all I think of when I try to play?
Why have you made me feel this way?
Have you said all you had to say?
Have you played all the games there are to play?
Is tomorrow going too finally be your last day?
Then what will I do when I have bills to pay?
Who do I turn to when no one will listen to what I say?
Where do I go when I just want to feel at home?
Oh God please don't leave me all alone.
Fuck it I am going to go get stoned.
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When two weeks turns to ten minutes
There is no chance left of winning.
Spending my money on your hiding and sinning.
All you can do is sit there grinning.
I sleep at night and dream of killing.
I wish I could keep from dwelling.
One day my ship of sanity will set off sailing.
Then whose girl will you be nailing?
In whose shadow will you be trailing?
Give me ten minutes with you.
You might live through the first two.
What the fuck else do I have to do.
Don't even pretend this isn't true.
I am not sure what I am going to do.
But if I am in the wrong mood and I see you.
Pray to God that you live through.
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Reality is where I would rather not be.
Reality is where everyone has a place but me.
Reality is where I am the only one who has to pay.
Reality is a place where everyone else gets to play.
Reality is a place that cost me thousands of dollars so you wouldn't be alone.
Thousands of dollars for me to have a house but to not have a home.
I have no choice don't you see?
I can't escape this fucken reality.
Why can't you just have a little respect for me?
But since all I do is let you use,
I guess respect is something that can never be.
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Walking the streets smoking a joint.
Pondering life, what is its point?
People walk by and they stare.
When I look back they sneer and glare.
Hahaha what the fuck do I care?
Homeless man wants a hit.
Takes it fast, then looks for a place to take a shit.
Sleeps in the gutter then throat gets slit.
And I thought, is life that hard?
You killed the innocent one.
Innocence lost can never be undone.
Don't kill your innocent son.
Innocence lost can never be undone.
There is no where left to run.
Innocence lost can never be undone.
I am the guilty one.
Lessons learned should never be redone.
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