- published: 19 Oct 2013
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John Anthony Frusciante i/fruːˈʃɑːnteɪ/; born March 5, 1970) is an American guitarist, singer, songwriter, record and film producer. He is best known as the former guitarist of the rock band Red Hot Chili Peppers, with whom he had been for a number of years and recorded five studio albums. Frusciante has an active solo career, having released ten albums under his own name, as well as two with Josh Klinghoffer and Joe Lally as Ataxia. His solo recordings include elements ranging from experimental rock and ambient music to New Wave and electronica. Influenced by guitarists of various genres, Frusciante emphasizes melody and emotion in his guitar playing, and favors vintage guitars and analog recording techniques.
Frusciante joined the Red Hot Chili Peppers at eighteen years old, first appearing on the band's 1989 album, Mother's Milk. The group's follow-up album, Blood Sugar Sex Magik (1991), was a breakthrough success. However, he was overwhelmed by the band's new popularity and quit in 1992. He became a recluse and entered a long period of drug addiction, during which he released his first solo recordings: Niandra Lades and Usually Just a T-Shirt (1994) and then Smile from the Streets You Hold (1997). In 1998, he successfully completed drug rehabilitation and rejoined the Red Hot Chili Peppers with the album Californication (1999). His album To Record Only Water for Ten Days was made in 2001. On a creative spree, Frusciante released six solo albums in 2004; each album explored different recording techniques and genres. In 2009, Frusciante released The Empyrean and again parted ways with the Red Hot Chili Peppers. As of 2011, Frusciante is currently working on his eleventh solo album. Frusciante has produced and/or recorded with the Wu-Tang Clan, The Mars Volta, George Clinton and others. His most recent solo releases will be a 5 song EP entitled Letur-Lefr, due out in July 2012, and a full length album entitled PBX Funicular Intaglio Zone, due out in late 2012.
Shadows been word
One win a hand
To sell it thru their thick little back let clock,
It's a,
It's a passage way to drive, walk or run thru,
Or the wind and water can carry me.
I except what didn't happen just now to just happened
To just hear me up, part of the quan skies one.
And body betrayls that's design by the shadows
Now that forward or up or down climb to top
It's the bottom so there is no rush,
And you don't get tired,
Just knows, when it burn the creeves that's around you
Trying to pretend,
Burrying it wherever it grooves itself to the rage life
That balance,
And move like you do cuz you do it for them.
I've been followed and i've been so wrong
Mistakenly killed for being so thin
I can flip inside out
The song of trash that can rise in depression,
It's closing
Love
So it grooves
I assume that whenever slides in her own ground spending life
So you flip each day to the night
That holds you soft in position
Folding pain tightly so it knows what it means
For it silent vowels to be all that bleeds
Like you knows the sided
Or what it needs to keep trying
And it didn't mean to be N I A P
My body is light
Cuz the way of whatever carring me thru the weak traps around
That bleed
I've stepped anyway not falling my being my way to be
I'll never go empty for fex to have thee
Sitting around feels like running and crowds
Dangle me from their thighs widely cross where life is here
Cuz my love is crying
I'll share the way i've lost
Cuz i'm a pretend me
And i'm real cuz i can hit me softly
Bleed
Blood i can hear
Cuz i'm here now and it's far from me
Fall back into the ground
Flip dive to it's holes
Burring the all thing ?? unimportent
As long as i'm giving the things that swirls
Like selling dreams to cannabis
Telling too to jump free.