The personal as political.

Thursday, August 2, 2012



CODINE 
 
Buffy Ste. Marie
 
My belly is craving, as I lay on the bed,
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I live till tomorrow that'll be a long time
For I'll reel and I'll fall and I'll rise on cod'ane
An' it's real,        an' it's real, one more time

When I was a young man I learned not to care
For whiskey and from it, I often did swear
My mother and father said whiskey's a curse
But the fate of their son is so many times worse
An' it's real,      an' it's real, one more time

You'll forget you're a man, forget about women
Try it just once, an' you'll try it again
Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I think
Why I live my life with my back turned to drink
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time

It good for the aching when your body get ill
That's what they said when I took a few pills
Now the aches and the pains drive me out of my brain
They're always inside me because of cod'ane
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time

Stay away from the cities, stay away from town
Stay away from the men pushin' cod'ane around
Stay away from the drugstores who all play the game
You will live out your days as a slave to cod'ane
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time


An' my belly is hurting, I've got shakin' in my head
An' I've started heating whether my body said              
Stave yourself up with the grains of cocaine
Or you'll end up dead an' you'll end up insane
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time

My belly is craving, as I lay on the bed,
I feel like I'm dyin' an' I wish I were dead
If I live till tomorrow that'll be a long t'ame
For I'll reel and I'll fall and rise on cod'ane
An' it's real,       an' it's real, one more time
 

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