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I lost a friend last Saturday night | I lost a friend last Saturday night | ||
His name was John and now he's gone | His name was John and now he's gone | ||
I met him a few months back with a sign in his hands, small pack on his back | I met him a few months back with a sign in his hands, small pack on his back | ||
Need work it read, an ailment thrashed his face bloodied and red | Need work it read, an ailment thrashed his face bloodied and red | ||
No trouble maker blood but a light hearted man | No trouble maker blood but a light hearted man | ||
I bought him breakfast, I bought him beer, sharing wisdom, and birth year | I bought him breakfast, I bought him beer, sharing wisdom, and birth year | ||
Taught me when you sleep in the woods use your ears | Taught me when you sleep in the woods use your ears | ||
Parents threw him out when his brain caused him to thrash about | Parents threw him out when his brain caused him to thrash about | ||
Too stupid to see that everyone isn't the same as thee | Too stupid to see that everyone isn't the same as thee | ||
Thinking about him daily I wished I had a life to offer him | Thinking about him daily I wished I had a life to offer him | ||
As life fizzled by I watched him clean his stone shakras at the local witches bode | As life fizzled by I watched him clean his stone shakras at the local witches bode | ||
Then one night at the dinner table after a long toke, my lover handed me the local paper which read my good friend John is not here no more | Then one night at the dinner table after a long toke, my lover handed me the local paper which read my good friend John is not here no more | ||
The tears flowed and flowed and my confusion grew, I sweared to myself his memory lives through | |||
The tears flowed and flowed and my confusion grew, I sweared to myself his memory lives through | |||
Not long after at the spot where he held that sign a parking cone was erected holding laments and losses and confusion wrought notes | Not long after at the spot where he held that sign a parking cone was erected holding laments and losses and confusion wrought notes | ||
His Saturdays river bath came at the wrong time, when his brain wasn't right and its burned in my mind | His Saturdays river bath came at the wrong time, when his brain wasn't right and its burned in my mind | ||
Where was his bed? Where was his friends? It's all such a terribly beautiful end. | Where was his bed? Where was his friends? It's all such a terribly beautiful end. | ||
The time I spent was fleeting but I've learned a great deal from his deep heart and listening | The time I spent was fleeting but I've learned a great deal from his deep heart and listening | ||
John is me, John is you, forever it's TRUE | John is me, John is you, forever it's TRUE | ||
Latest revision as of 19:24, 6 November 2018
I lost a friend last Saturday night
His name was John and now he's gone
I met him a few months back with a sign in his hands, small pack on his back
Need work it read, an ailment thrashed his face bloodied and red
No trouble maker blood but a light hearted man
I bought him breakfast, I bought him beer, sharing wisdom, and birth year
Taught me when you sleep in the woods use your ears
Parents threw him out when his brain caused him to thrash about
Too stupid to see that everyone isn't the same as thee
Thinking about him daily I wished I had a life to offer him
As life fizzled by I watched him clean his stone shakras at the local witches bode
Then one night at the dinner table after a long toke, my lover handed me the local paper which read my good friend John is not here no more
The tears flowed and flowed and my confusion grew, I sweared to myself his memory lives through
Not long after at the spot where he held that sign a parking cone was erected holding laments and losses and confusion wrought notes
His Saturdays river bath came at the wrong time, when his brain wasn't right and its burned in my mind
Where was his bed? Where was his friends? It's all such a terribly beautiful end.
The time I spent was fleeting but I've learned a great deal from his deep heart and listening
John is me, John is you, forever it's TRUE