Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The crow is at my lips......


The flood and the fire are true:
The bone and the gristle are true
The snake and the bite are true
The corpse and the stench are true
The homeless and the poverty are true
The knife and the meat are true
The flawed and forgotten are true
The lover and the baby are true
The street and the exhaust are true
The smoke and the sewers are true
The sunset and the night are true
The moon and the lovers are true
The blood and the blade are true
The planes and the ground are true
The thunder and the lightning are true
The pawnshops and the hunger are true
The addictions and alcohol are true
The need and bills are true
The struggle and hope are true
The family and the love were true
But I lost my way
And in turn
Lost them
And now I struggle through it all
To find my way back
To a beginning without them
At the end of the day
It’s not how you died
But how you lived
And what you have left behind
For the ones
You loved.
 






The crow is at my lips:
The snake is in my bones
The worms dig inside of me
The eyes were the first to go
Live with her a few months
You’ll know the longest days of your life
I loved her though
Enough to have three kids
Car payments, rent, bills, and the noise
Something was wrong inside her
It was like being in a drunken boat
Never knowing which way it was going
How long it would last this time
Before the next break up
Towards the end there she got good
Knives would unfurl from her tongue
Blades would sing by my head
She said I was just like my mother
She really knew how to hurt a guy
I ran for the door
The crow was at my lips
The snake inside my bones
I thought of our children
But knew I had to escape
Even for just a little while
Until she cooled off
Until she made sense
But that didn’t happen
Another guy happened
But that’s okay now
She’s his problem now
And I just want to see our kids
There’s no going back
She’ll probably end up knocked up again
I know her routines
She is so lost
And has no family
It is painful to watch her
I know her addictions
I don’t know her plans
Just as long as she doesn’t drag
The kids through hell
The crow is at my lips
The snake inside my skull
I am a lonely night
Full of people wanting to die
Wanting to live
Wanting a way out
But not willing to work for it
I am the curse on her lips
The drag of her cigarette
The glimmer in her eyes
As he mounts her from behind
And slowly slips it inside her.
 





This is as real as it gets:
The cold sea wind on my face
The water crashing against the shore
The dark sky above
The tattered sails as we push towards land
The thunder booming loud and hungry
The beer and wine were green and lousy
I think back to shore leave and
The young deck hand
With some whore in his arms (strangely, she looked like my ex)
As he worked it in and out
And she moaned and her red hair tossed
And flowed
That smile on his face
That malice in his eyes
Feral and hungry
I couldn’t take it
I smashed everything
Took a box of memories to mail back
The boat heaves
The hull groans
The captain is down
And its just me and the deck hand
And I’ll make sure only one of us
Makes it to shore.

Monday, March 22, 2010

season change over.....

hello friends, lovers, strangers, enemies, stalkers and the like.......

something happened to me last night, i can't really explain it other than i think i've confronted what's been stressing me out the past few months, a plethora of things really, worried about this, about that, about many things and you know what?

it's not worth the bother, i feel a strange calmness today, perhaps it has to do with the fact i played a lot of guitar and sang my ass off all weekend, some sort of healing or something happened. i let go of stuff perhaps. i dunno. or the season change over, it was so beautiful here in the 'loops all weekend......blue skies, clear nights.......

i reckon, hell, come what may, i'm just going to go for my lot in life and anyone up for the ride is more than welcome to come......

stress, control, worry, they're all negative energies and silly as shit, so i'm not feeding into that vibe any longer......

i wonder if it's cause i saw a lot of sad, tragic wasted human potential this past weekend, people i knew and respected or whatever, i saw their talent destroyed, i saw them living in fear, it made me realize that i have to get it together and really go for what i want to do with my life, which is play gigs and tour like mad. i saw people paralyzed and actually physically ill because of the way they were living or the fear of breaking out of the caste that people expected them to stay in.......too afraid to take that next step, and just wasting away who they were........it was weird.

i guess it was a wake up call, so, i ain't wasting any more goddamn time and i'm gonna seriously get down to business........

lots to do, will keep you posted as i continue to slog it out.......


hugs and kisses,



chrisbose.

lucky.

i've lived, stumbled, staggered, wandered endlessly around and discovered many things in this world.....but none made more sense until i met this goddess......hopefully she won't tear my heart apart......and if she does......what glorious pain it shall be......or, just kidding!

cb

Friday, March 19, 2010

re: omfg!

hye,

friends, lovers, enemies, strangers, fans, estranged, etc....

i just stumbled upon this site and totally forgot about it.....from several  years back when i was doing solo stuff......

http://radio3.cbc.ca/#/bands/Chris-Bose

do check it out.....

until next time,

cb

yes.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

these are the great days........


These are the great days:
I’m at her house
It is very comfortable
It is very warm
It is feminine
yet creative and bold
She is very beautiful
And charming
And has a baby
Who is also beautiful
And charming
And together
Her and I drive around
In the day
At night we drink wine
And gin
And beer
And vodka
We play music together
Every night
The conversation is engaging
Her cooking is tremendous
We make plans to conquer the world
She worries we’ll stop making art
And I tell her not to worry
Because there is no other way out
of this boring sterile world
I think she is skeptical
But trusting
And I am trusting
And like any man
With a beautiful woman
Feel blessed to be in her presence
And though all the hell
I’ve been through
In the recent past
I don’t feel trepidation
Or fear
As we let nights and days
Fall from the calendar
And I don’t fear
Us
Ever stopping
The creativity
Or the time between us
Or what people will say
Or contentment
Or boredom
Because I know we’re both
Too crazy for that to ever happen
And I’m going to strike the iron
And stoke the forge
And fan the flames
For these are the great days at last
And I never want them to end.

Wake up:
You wake up
On her bed
Its nice and warm
The traffic drones outside
She lays beside you
Her long dark hair
Always looks perfect
You trace the outlines of her face
With your finger and
Move in for a kiss
As she continues to sleep
Watching her for a few moments
Before slipping out of bed
Down the hall to the bathroom
And then into the kitchen to make some coffee
As you wait for the water to boil
You wonder where she has been
All this time
While you were in the madhouses
The factories
The dead end jobs
The other women each seeming
To be more crazy
Than the other
And all those horrible nights
Those lonely nights
The ones you got down
And prayed
For mercy
For tenderness
For a lover
And then those aching minutes
Between drinks
In run down bars in other cities
Some days raining
The window beating a pitter patter
Of sorrow as the water
Streamed down
Some days sunny
But you still in the pubs
Escaping the heat
The sweat
The dust on your brow
Sweat streaming down your back
Sipping shitty beer
Praying you don’t end up like the rest
Where was she all that time
Between the dark and night
And it was her eyes
You saw hope and promise
Brilliant as a star cutting
Through the darkness
Saving you at last.


Shacked up:
We had been shacked up
Up six weeks solid
Day in
Day out
On the road
Town to town
Doing whatever we wanted
Just traveling
Doing gigs
Taking hundreds of photos
Of our journey
Living the good life
She brought her baby
I brought our guitars
And our car was sometimes smelled
as hungover
As we were
But we didn’t care
We had moments of clarity
Moments of desire
Moments of laughter
Moments of tenderness
And vulnerability
And we didn’t care what the world thought
We weren’t alone
We had each other
And that was all we needed
To hold back the darkness
The gossip
The boredom
The envy
The hate
Of a small town
We had finally started to escape.