ACDC -A tribute to Bon Scott -RIP

Here is a real treat for ya! Thought we should throw in this tribute to Bon Scott and ACDC from back in the day.  This song – and video is called Jailbreak – and I gotta say, it is one of my personal favourites – weirdly though it’s a song and video very rarely heard outside Australia. This is for all the prisoners out there…. Lap it up – it’s the only way. Underneath we have also included  lyrics from Rock N Roll Singer, coz they are wicked!

Actually -on a more serious note, 21st July is International Remembrance Day -for people who have died as a result of the war on drugs – which is a war on drug users…Remembering, with love and respect, Bon Scott -and the millions of other loved ones and friends who have died in this messed up world of fear and loathing, prohibition and other killer policies. PS – we have added Bon to our Brilliant users -for a more in depth read on him at his time in ACDC, click here.

(Most Jailbreak videos have the bloody gunshot scene censored out….how ridiculous! But this video does not. Enjoy ACDC fans, remember your buddies who have died as well, this 21st July….)

There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge’s gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said “I ain’t spending my life here
I ain’t living alone
Ain’t breaking no rocks on the chain gang
I’m breakin’ out and headin’ home”

Gonna make a jailbreak
And I’m lookin’ towards the sky
I’m gonna make a jailbreak
Oh, how I wish that I could fly

All in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
Got to be free

Jailbreak, let me out of here
Jailbreak, sixteen years ah
Jailbreak, had more than I can take
Jailbreak, yeah

He said he’d seen his lady being fooled with
By another man
She was down and he was up
Had a gun in his hand
Bullets started flying everywhere
And people started to scream
Big man lying on the ground
With a hole in his body
Where his life had been

But it was all in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
I got to be free

Jailbreak, jailbreak
I got to break out
Out of here

Heartbeats, they were racin’
Freedom, he was chasin’
Spotlights, sirens, rifles firing
But he made it out
With a bullet in his back

Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak
Jailbreak, jailbreak

The video above is not the actual one released with the song, but this is actually an interesting compilation of early ACDC history, with some rare footage of Bon Scott just being himself, and you can’t help but feel the loss of a true original. RIP mate. (PS lyrics on video also in Spanish!)

“Rock ‘N’ Roll Singer”

My Daddy was workin’ nine to five

When my Momma was havin’ me

By the time I was half alive

They knew what I was gonna be

But I left school and grew my hair

They didn’t understand

They wanted me to be respected as

A doctor or a lawyer man

(But I had other plans)

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll singer

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll star

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll singer

I’m gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll,

A rock ‘n’ roll star

Well I worked real hard and bought myself

A rock ‘n’ roll guitar

I gotta be on top some day

I wanna be a star

I can see my name in lights

And I can see the queue

I got the devil in my blood

Tellin’ me what to do

(And I’m all ears)

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll singer

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll star

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll singer

I’m gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll,

A rock ‘n’ roll star

(I hear it pays well)

Well you can stick your nine to five livin’

And your collar and your tie

You can stick your moral standards

‘Cause it’s all a dirty lie

You can stick your golden handshake

And you can stick your silly rules

And all the other shit

That you teach to kids in school

(‘Cause I ain’t no fool)

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll singer

I’m gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll star

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll singer

I’m gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll

A rock ‘n’ roll star

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll singer

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll star

Gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll singer

I’m gonna be a rock ‘n’ roll

A rock ‘n’ roll star

Yes I are!

When Memories Hurt

Watching tv the other night, feet up on the sofa, eyes closed, ears listening out for Murdoch updates on the news, enjoying a little opiated nod…Then i heard the newsflash…Amy Winehouse is found dead in her flat. I leapt up and let out a strange noise, a shock that went right through me, like this awful pain. i dont know where it really came from, it caught me so by surprise. I didnt even own one of her records (though i wanted one) and so i just sat there with my mouth just open, speechless, in fact i couldnt speak at all for ages…i looked at my mum who was shocked at my reaction and wanted to know what was wrong, did i know her? I didnt. But so many times i meant to write to her, to try and give her some strength and comradeship from our using/activist community – some belief in herself that might protect her from the complete crap that the tabloids used to dump on her.. all those awful jokes they said about her, all those terrible articles and photos, calling her the ugliest woman in the world (incredible!! Who are these fuckhead journos? GQ mag i think -And not forgetting Murdochs collection of disgusting exposes- good ridence to him aye!), dissing her at any opportunity, calling her names, and all those horrible jokes, the sniggering about her drug use, catching the photos when she skips up the pavement,.proof that she’s a staggering drunk, peering with long lenses into her own HOME to.catch.her smoking crack, splash it across the front pages…destroy another life……and now she is dead.

It just seems to awful, it seems so sad, there was something about her music that plunged into the depths of emotion, humour, love and life -the same kind of places we visit and dive into when we choose drugs; its so easy for us to use our.drugs to both pull you out of despair but also to throw you in the colourful genius of life and its brilliant adventures. We can be so vulnerable when we are young, drugs can be dangerous there is no doubt about it, its so easy to start mixing too many drugs together. I fear it may be the alcohol that pushed her over the edge, it so often is when mixed with CNS depressants…but apparently she had only got out of the Priory (rehab) the week before and saw her doctor the day before she died. Are we going to hear about a prescriptionor cocktail of drugs, taken perhaps with too much alcohol? Whatever the case may be, i along with thousands of others, am feeling a huge pain and loss of a special talent.

I cant help but wondering tho, Is it simply a case of opening old wounds, a reminder of friends and loved ones who we have lost in the same painful way? I dont know. probably. but im depressed, every death gets harder to bear it seems, it gets closer and closer each time to touching the rawest nerve..Or Is it a fear of the thinnest of tightropes we find ourselves walking on, jolted awake with a short sharp shock? a knife in the guts. A scare. A reminder of our fragility? It makes me afraid, a ghostly feeling that leaves me less whole, for a while at least, but the older i get the more i feel these things chip away at my belief in living life until a ripe old age. it cuts off more corners, and tries to leave u vulnerable all over again. RIP Amy and everyone else who is remembered on our very recent international remembrance day, 21st July 2011…

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