RIP Gideon Addington
Corrido por Buddy ~ Jolie Holland
Oh, listen my dear friends and I’ll tell you a story
About someone I barely knew at all
He was a friend of my friends and they told me about him
How he had nothing to break his fall
He had that bad religion in his blood
The kind that brings you down
And can never lift you up
He was a beautiful young man on the streets of Austin
He was a ghost faced junkie on the streets of New Orleans
I could barely recognize him when I saw him
He had to look me in the face and say my name
Before I knew it was him
Oh, Buddy – I wish I’d been a better friend
What if they only gave you love when you lied?
It’s bound to really rip you up inside
Pressures a person into that horrible mouth
That leaves a bloody aftermath
Everything minus one is everything
He treated me with what I consider kindness
When I crawled off to sleep in my car
He was worried about me
When we paid our respects to the moon
On the outskirts of Austin
I’m sorry to say, I was too shy to stay in touch with him
Oh, Buddy – I wish I’d been a better friend
And I wonder what it takes just to save one little life
Icarus almost made it back to the shore
When I was really down, there were three little words
From a couple of good people that kept me holding on
Oh, Buddy – I’ll never get a chance again
Oh, Buddy – I wish I’d been a better friend
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I read on Existentialist Punk's blog that he committed suicide. So sad. My prayers go out towards his family.
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