everything's going to be alright
jack holden was a good looking kid, ever popular and always got good grades. in highschool he was on the foot ball team and well liked amongst all the petty cliques. he graduated with honours and recieved a full scholarship to queens univerisity and graduated at the top of his class.
on a warm summer night august 27th 1972, two days before his twenty-fourth birthday jack put Catch Bull at Four, the new cat stevens album, on his record player and wrote in his journal. he ran himself a warm bath and poured himself a glass of wine. slipping into the tub, music still playing he wrote one last line in his journal and then delicately closed it and set it on the table next to him. taking a sip of wine he pressed his fountain pen down on his wrist with his thumb and forcefully jerked it back towards his forearm. 'ruins' continued to play in the background until the needle skipped, lifted and returned to its resting position.
that was the story of jack holdens life, and this song is for him.
[mp3 eventually goes here]
lyrics go a little something like this,
i am not this
i am not me,
past the roads and telephone poles,
you'll find me there
i am not free,
this is not me
on a warm summer night august 27th 1972, two days before his twenty-fourth birthday jack put Catch Bull at Four, the new cat stevens album, on his record player and wrote in his journal. he ran himself a warm bath and poured himself a glass of wine. slipping into the tub, music still playing he wrote one last line in his journal and then delicately closed it and set it on the table next to him. taking a sip of wine he pressed his fountain pen down on his wrist with his thumb and forcefully jerked it back towards his forearm. 'ruins' continued to play in the background until the needle skipped, lifted and returned to its resting position.
that was the story of jack holdens life, and this song is for him.
[mp3 eventually goes here]
lyrics go a little something like this,
i am not this
i am not me,
past the roads and telephone poles,
you'll find me there
i am not free,
this is not me