Borrowed Time
Lovin' Family November 10th, 2007
We lost Jay last year in December. Some sort of reaction to some medication I believe. He was one of the people that I loved. I sing his song all the time and remember what a funny, magical kind of guy he was. I miss him.
Rest well little buddy.
Borrowed Time
Words and Music by Jay Marinacci
WHEN I LOOK IN THE FACES OF THE CHILDREN AT THEIR PLAY
I CAN STILL SEE THE SUNSHINE OF A LONG FORGOTTEN DAY
THEY TELL ME 1T’S NOT OVER YET BUT THAT’S ALL THEY CAN SAY
I TURN AND HURRY DOWN THE ROAD SILENTLY AWAY
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I CAN STILL SEE CLEARLY ON THE EDGES OF MY PAST
THE SHATTERED GLOW OF TIMELESS MAN AND A THOUGHT THAT WOULDN’T PASS
A VOICE IS ECHOING THROUGH MY SOUL AND THE FLAGS ARE AT HALF-MAST
I CAN’T REMEMBER IF I ATE LAST NIGHT, OR WHERE I SLEPT
BORROWED TIME IS ALL WE’VE GOT TODAY
BORROWED TIME LIKE A NEEDLE IN THE HAY
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY THOUGHT LIKE ME
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY TAUGHT LIKE ME
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY FOUGHT LIKE ME
I CAN HEAR THEM COMIN’ I CAN HEAR THEM COMIN’
BOUT’ A MILE OUTTA TOWN I GOTTA’ KEEP ON MOVIN
OR I SURELY WILL BE FOUND OILMAN, GOLDMAN, TAX WILL YOU TELL
ME WHERE I’M BOUND?
YA SEE THEY AIN’T LIVIN ON BORROWED TIME
THEY TOOK IT FROM US
AND THEY TOOK IT FROM OUR GROUND
BORROWED TIME IS ALL WE’VE GOT TODAY
BORROWED TIME, TIME TO FIND A BETTER WAY
BORROWED TIME IN THE GROUND WE’RE GONNA LAY
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY THOUGHT LIKE ME
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY TAUGHT LIKE ME
YES I KNEW SOME PEOPLE ONCE AND THEY FOUGHT LIKE ME
February 27th, 2008 at 12:31 am
I loved Jay, too. We were so sorry to hear about what happened. Do you know how to get hold of his son? I have Jay’s personal things. Not much, but stuff that should go to a family member. Very talented guitarist.
March 1st, 2008 at 9:34 am
I performed with Jay a few times at our church. It’s sad he’d pass on from a medication reaction when he was in college to be a drug counselor. He was a gifted guitarist. He’d come over to our house and we’d sit and sing old duets like from the 60′s. I wrote a song for him and put a demo up at http://azimuthmusic.com/mp3/twopieces.mp3 I drove by a cross sitting in the field along the road and thought, Jay is not forgotten, he’s not some lonely cross no one visits, there was much more to him and it’s a tragic loss to me as I was one of his last friends. I loved him, but we’ll meet again!