Jimmy

    My ghost is still sitting in a bar in Nashville

    Friday, September 5, 2008, 10:52 AM [General]

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    Every sip of old bushmills

    Takes me back to 03-05

    Where I fell into her sorrow

    And barely came out alive

    In Kentucky, in Ohio

    I fell in love with the land

    But my heart had no place to go

    Thoughts of suicide to end the pain

    Of a soul so lost

    Driven insane

     

    Jack and Jim, my only friends

    One from Kentucky

    One from Tennessee

    But in the end

    I knew they were never gonna help me

    Another year rolled away

    And the angels came to help me out

    Saying I’ve got to fight to live

    That I wasn’t over yet

    I had more to give

     

    I breathed in the Stockholm air

    With my brothers in 07

    A chance to prove something to myself

    My doomsday clock stuck at eleven

     

    I missed someone through the streets of Copenhagen

    Knew it was just a waste of time

    But the night was full of sin and hate

    To be honest, I could never tell

    If a knife wound would be my fate

     

    Through Amsterdam to Berlin

    I knew I was blessed to see it all

    The sorrow fading within

    Still, I missed someone

     

    Stumbled through Prague alone

    Hungry, I had lost my way

    And to be honest, it felt good to be alone anyway

    Vienna was beautiful, so was Budapest

    Living like this put me to the test

    Sleepless train journeys and parties

    Until the dawn came around

    Good times with the brothers

    Who I can only appreciate now

     

    My heart was almost broken

    By things I’ll never talk about

    And no one can party much

    With a heart ripped out

     

    I felt the earth alive below my feet

    In the dusty Athens soil

    And I never spoke a word

    I felt love for something or someone

    I was higher than a bird

     

    It’s hard to forgive yourself

    For all the things you’ve done

    Even though you know there’s good reasons

    And circumstances change

    Sometimes quicker than the seasons

    I wrote a lot of stuff in Berlin

    About all this hiding within

    I was up all night with a coffee or two at hand

    Waiting for a plane home

    Back to sleepy Ireland

    Home was in the arms of a girl

    That would never belong to me

    But Ireland you’re still a babe

    And I love you still

    You’ve just lost a lot

    The things that kept you tranquil

     

    There’s a guilt that lingers

    When you see places

    That no one else can

    It’s hard to explain

    But they’ve never see how close to the edge I was

    So maybe they can’t complain

     

    I was trying to find my way

    Just like anyone

    Florida to Carolina

    Under the summer sun

    I was getting stronger

    With trying testing times

    Until the Nashville city nights

    Let me rest, some time to unwind

    Tennessee a more a more beautiful place

    Would be hard to find

     

    God I hate nights now

    I think about the girl I never have

    When I should sleep to find the rest

    To own the day

    To do my best

    I need someone to think about

    To ease the hours of the nothingness of the night

    By James Battersby

    July 08

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    Another truly emotive piece Jimmy, I'm moved reading this & lost for words.

    Amanda
    September 05, 2008
    04:35 PM CST

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