Please enable JavaScript to view the comments powered by Disqus.


Website Status
Jun 29, 2013 2:25 AM
Last updated
Feb 27, 2021 7:02 AM

Originally published @June 28, 2013


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.



Damn, haha

Turn my music up LOUD

Damn, haha

Turn my music up



increase note length across entire Steinway

lengthen lead-ins esp. introduction, instrument introductions