9 Bar Project
The 9 Bar Project is a collective of the experiences of Adam, a renaissance man’s life. It incorporates poetry and songs, stories, and even a musical portraying one man’s interpretations in a behind-the-scenes, fully uncensored and un-glamorised fashion. On this journey is the emergence of skeletons from cupboards, dirt from carpets and maybe even glimpses inside Pandora’s Box…
WE all communicate through sign and languages to those living, and remember with written words we pass on to those centuries after when I and all my contemporaries have gone – and what a time I have had.
I’ve seen sluts and the fucks steal off innocent mugs that stabs all their world away, stabbings, shootings and casual bootings, burning cars from night to day. There were hustlers and thugs taking dangerous drugs, rapings, beatings, strange occult meetings and tears that were too dry to play.
This book is dedicated to all of my friends and people whom have inspired me and encouraged me in many ways, and to Simon Lau for the long hours he spent helping me to translate it – I’m happy.
Thank you to Carl and Danny Longlegs from Manchester, get a load of me boys, the drinks are on me!
To William Burrows and Gil Scott-Heron, Wordsmiths supreme. Gil, lets “Check The Blackoutâ€.
A.S.A.P and the timing was all wrong. I should’ve been born in 1999 to do and see things in my dreams through, but now I shall pass like the shadows from the moon and leave negatives in the minds of others, so that you can choose and develop in time to come.
A peaceful world of ours, the only world of ours, safe as when you know nothing, as safe as when you want to know nothing, when there is nothing for certain.
I saw a man live and breathe and in a split second saw his intestines spew onto the tarmac. I saw a man leap head-first from a 9 story block, violence at its most lethal, love in mental pools of pain and sunsets you’ve never seen.
There are no boundaries and no way out, just one world and one life, so keep it covered people. This book is part of me, my life, music and poetry – enjoy!
Love, Adam
Some guys had broken into my house because I'd locked Joe in and he couldn't open the door for the gunmen – that made them angry so they hit him with my axe a couple of times before he was running alongside me, yes me of all people, no word of a lie, shouting 'Ruuuunnnnnnnn!!!'.
I was all in white like some sort of screaming target, telling Joe not to run so close to me over the bridge.
Sock Biff Bang!!!
Sock biff bang and cut your fucking heads off violence,
It’s out there people, and who knows when and where it’s gonna strike next,
Fear, like the whirlwind stomach you’ve never had,
Gut-wrenching, hide me away, piss my pants, and no smiles round here,
Just the penetrating sound of the shot that missed and kissed the girl and made her cry, perhaps she’ll die, just wasted time with violence,
Let us talk about time,
Time consuming time,
The infinite void that’s wasting my precious time,
Time is life and life is to be lived to the full, like the cup that runeth over and stained the world,
Must go ‘cause time is life and life is money and I’m PEPPERED
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