John Bonham -vs- Charles Bukowski in a brutal, no-hold’s barred fuckhammer cowboy chainsaw match. You can smell the whiskey.
The Last Days of the Suicide Kid -vs- When the Levee Breaks
Yeah, so this is one Buk’s greatest poems ‘The Last Days of the Suicide Kid’ recorded in San Francisco way back in the day before I was born. When you put it on top of Bonham’s coolest drum riff – well, just check it out.
Bukowski: “The Last Days of the Suicide Kid”Audience Member: “fuck you man!”
Bukowski: “Any other comments?”
Bukowski: “The Last Days of the Suicide Kid”
I can see myself now
after all these suicide days and nights,
being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes
(of course, this is only if I get famous and lucky)
by a subnormal and bored nurse…
there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair…
almost blind, eyes rolling backward into the dark part of my skull
looking
for the mercy of death…
Isn’t it a lovely day, Mr. Bukowski
O, yeah, yeah…
the children walk past and I don’t even exist
and lovely women walk by
with big hot hips
and warm buttocks and tight hot everything
praying to be loved
and I don’t even
exist…
It’s the first sunlight we’ve had in 3 days,
Mr. Bukowski.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair,
myself whiter than this sheet of paper,
bloodless,
brain gone, gamble gone, me, Bukowski,
gone…
Isn’t it a lovely day, Mr. Bukowski
O, yeah, yeah… pissing in my pajamas, slop drooling out of
my mouth.
2 young schoolboys run by —
Hey, did you see that old guy
Christ, yes, he made me sick!
after all the threats to do so
somebody else has committed suicide for me
at last.
the nurse stops the wheelchair, breaks a rose from a nearby bush,
puts it in my hand.
I don’t even know
what it is. it might as well be my pecker
for all the good
it does.
14 responses so far ↓
1 Renacier // Oct 17, 2007 at 11:10 pm
Very cool, indeed.
2 Omni // Oct 23, 2007 at 5:53 am
very very cool. The line “there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair” on the beat is a killer.
3 WinX // Oct 23, 2007 at 9:15 pm
Sweet. Like chomping on a muffin top in a cool breeze in the fog of a San Francisco morning.
4 sayu // Oct 23, 2007 at 9:54 pm
great. simply great
5 hyperlexic // Oct 23, 2007 at 11:24 pm
thanks for encouragement, guys
6 The Obligatory Troll // Oct 24, 2007 at 10:19 am
Wow, it’s like I’m at my first year of college, sitting next to somebody in Remedial Counterculture class with their iPod turned up too high.
Why don’t you head on over to Negativland’s site and get some tips on what mashups can achieve when done with some creativity (and slightly less blatant source material)?
7 hyperlexic // Oct 24, 2007 at 2:50 pm
Well, this wasn’t meant to be a demonstration of production abilities. It was simply meant to accentuate the poem with no editing and a minimalist touch on the backend. In other words, more with less.
8 Jackanory // Nov 30, 2007 at 9:05 pm
Excellent. One of the best poems I’ve ever come across on the subject of old age. The drums fit too.
J.
9 Anonymous // Feb 19, 2008 at 11:48 pm
It sounded like pretentious diarrhea.
10 sunburnfreezerburn // Jul 3, 2008 at 1:57 pm
COOL
11 unnatural habitat // Oct 16, 2008 at 10:49 am
nice one man
12 thirdeyeguy // Oct 17, 2008 at 12:43 am
Meh, the video’s neat, but the vocals are a little low — or my hearings gone bad. For my money, I I still prefer the original poetry/music mash-up dude:
http://www.len-sousa.com/audio.htm
13 Royalty Free Photos // Feb 28, 2009 at 7:26 pm
Nice! Cool video/mash up.
14 Hello // Oct 7, 2009 at 3:35 am
I think is bad. I personally think that Bukowsky was a true poet John Bonham a joke.
Hello to all of you.
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