Photographer's Note

Tim Booth
So you gave me a home

And you gave me a name

And you told me, behave like the others

Then you sent me to school

Which was all about rules

And I learnt to pretend

And so I faked my way through school

And now I faked my way to you

In every face I look for signs of truth

And when you cry I take your hand

And when you rage I understand

Look in my eyes

Iím not like all the others

Itís time for you to discover

Who I am becoming

I may look like a man

And talk like a man

ButI feel like a man undercover

I donít feel real, I feel like a fake

In a moment Iíll break

And so Iím prisoner to this guise

Iím in for life, but whatís my crime?

Iím searching through my race to find

Some long lost tribe long lost in time

You fear that death will be th end

I fear that weíll come back again

I killed you once so letís pretend

This time round weíll be good friends

So Iíve been abuser and Iíve been abused

Iíve been the Nazi and Iíve been the Jew

I was the user and now I am used

To recover those who wish to discover

Who I am becoming.
Tim Booth, former frontman of James band.

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Photo Information
  • Copyright: O' RLY (kabo) Silver Star Critiquer/Silver Note Writer [C: 48 W: 0 N: 14] (356)
  • Genre: People
  • Medium: Color
  • Date Taken: 2007-01-13
  • Categories: Daily Life
  • Exposure: f/2.8, 1/100 seconds
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  • Photo Version: Original Version
  • Date Submitted: 2007-01-15 18:23
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Points: 4
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