Monday, November 20, 2006

"Drunk without drinking" - Buck 65

Hey boys, I've come a long way
Along in the sun and the rain

What am I doing here, no-star hotel
Wasting my wealth telling myself to go to hell
Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob
Do not disturb sign hangin' on the door knob
Brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage
My cruelty is dependable and my ugliness is rugged
Smoke still slow dances out of my barrel
In the distance I can hear a kid singing a Christmas carol
And this is terrible, gorgeous and sinister
The pillow still smells like the secrets of my visitor
Nobody needs to know about this kind of thing
Blood on my back from the attack of her diamond ring
Me of all people, my mind's in a tail-spin
I'm just a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman
Part of me feels like dirt, the rest doesn't
She said I'm a way better lover than her husband

I've had a whole lot of fights
Along in the sun and the rain

Where am I going, backwards to nowhere In another man's shoes instead of my own pair
I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call
I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball
I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers
Lookin' at myself in the mirror, I'm at a loss for words
I'm good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda
Holding my face in my hands like fine China

I've seen a whole lot of towns
Along in the sun and the rain

We met up again, went undercover literally
I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy
Physics and photography, a little Russian history
Everything about her to me was such a mystery
I gave her the once over, she gave me the blood blister
She had no idea that I was falling in love with her
Called me mister, crucial inspiration
All she wanted was my lust and useful information
What am I putting myself through this crap for
Feels like I'm standing on top of a trap door
Lost at sea, tangled up in golden hair
Scavenger-hunter, my life is a folding chair
My daily routine is down to a system
I give regular people truth and wisdom
That's what I do, it's my job, the prophet, profit
I can see the future and make money off it

I've kissed a whole lot of lips
Along in the sun and the rain

Drunk without drinking - Buck 65, from the album "Secret House Against the World"

Some of my favorite songs right now are Buck 65's "Drunk without drinking" (lyrics above) and "The suffering machine" (below). I love the words to the songs; I think a lot of people can emphasize with them. I certainly can. Buck 65 is a Hip Hop/Blues/Country/ Alternative musician out of Nova Scotia, Canada. He constantly evolves his musical style with each album. Neat stuff, I like the gritty feel of his music.

"The suffering machine" - Buck65

Black angel, carry me down
Jacket and shoes, pistols and pens
Poor boy feels like I ain't got no friends I wake up nervous,
Sunday is gloomy Eyes on the sidewalk look right through me
I hear myself breathing, trying to focus
Goodbye Babylon, wandering hopeless
The drifter, singing the lament of a non-tryer
The isolation makes me want to set myself on fire
I don't live anywhere

Black angel, carry me down

I pick all the flowers and extinguish the flames
The insanity is, I remember all of their names
Bottom of the barrel, it's no way how to be
The cold and the silence beats the shit out of me
But the windows are wooden and I shouldn't complain
I'll just keep digging until I'm good and insane
Cobwebs and applecores, old ghosts and vestiges
Woman at the desk says I got no messages
I don't live anywhere

Black angel, carry me down

Lost in a haze of fantasy and folklore
The woman I love don't want me no more
Inebriated, alleviated of pain and speaking wild
Full grown man reduced to a weakling child
Hard of hearing, short tempered and long viewing
Completely disappeared and cleared of all wrong-doing
Challenging the calendars, and tempting the clocks
Tree knocked over, inside an empty box
I don't live anywhere

Black angel, carry me down

The suffering machine - Buck 65, from the album "Secret House Against the World"

Damn'it, my life feels just like that last song....

References -
Buck 65's MySpace page

Buck 65 Official Web Page


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