Originally published @June 28, 2013
1:04
Hey look, it's Mister Kissed Her Face, named that since he's never been any other place
other than those his heart already knows quite well, and so he chases them all,
accompanied by the faithful albuterol, and armed to the teeth with kill-em-all attitude,
he crudely paints a s-s-s-sadder mood
intent on the voices and faces ever so neatly construed,
though pained, he's yet to find them, he'd rather stay blind some more
chopping up words like he's never experienced love before
that psychedelic mosaic,
yes you can say it for he quite adores your poetic word choice
weaving folklore with a loud voice, through his ears, and through mine too, of course,
how strange the pattern seems to the outside source,
lacking lucidity, no clear intent or meaning expressed,
"It's the work of my heart," he must confess.
1:50
2:04
Damn, haha
Turn my music up LOUD
Damn, haha
Turn my music up
LOUD
Notes:
increase note length across entire Steinway
lengthen lead-ins esp. introduction, instrument introductions