MOVE ALONG PLEASE, NOTHING TO HEAR HERE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

MOVE ALONG, PLEASE, NOTHING TO HEAR HERE! (Steven Vellou: Overlooked & Underrated)

One tune, 10 tunes, even 20 tunes, says nothing about the extent and diversity of an artist’s creativity, and that is why I am understandably dismissed; it’s the VOLUME of my work that SPEAKS VOLUMES, not one, 10, 20 tunes!

No one will conclude my creativity is anything exceptional based on hearing one or two tunes, there are many musicians who have created a handful of great tunes, that on a one to one basis, may even sound superior to mine; I can think of thousands of tunes that I am envious of, in a healthy way, wishing I could come up with something like that, so I'm not deluded as to think anything of mine is better than anything out, that would be ridiculous, but I do think its my whole catalogue of creations that speaks volumes, the endless diversity, the off-the-wall, no rules, no boundaries, invention, and my lyrics, that all suggest I'm dismissed, underrated, overlooked, too easily.
Unfortunately, it's the way it is, who has time or the inclination to explore a whole library of music by an unsigned, unknown, musician!

ONE OF THE MOST DIVERSE ARTISTS ON SOUNDCLOUD, but no one will ever know!

STEVEN VELLOU aka GOTHIC FUNK

BORN AGAIN BOWIE: Second Coming Of The Chameleon Of Pop

SUPERFINE APOSTLES

GOLDEN FLEECE

ALL THE PEOPLE WANTED TO LEAVE
ESCAPE THE GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
THE EVIL THAT ESCAPED MAKES IT HARD TO BREATHE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD….TO ITS KNEES

GOLDEN FLEECE

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

STANDING AT THE GATE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
WILL BRING THE WHOLE WORLD TO ITS KNEES
AND WHATEVER WE CREATE
WILL DISINTEGRATE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

Break

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

UPON A GIVEN DATE BUT UNSPECIFIED TIME
WHEN THE SUM OF OUR FEARS WILL BE RELEASED
THE THREAT OF EXTINCTION INCREASING BELIEF
WE WILL LEARN THE TRUE MEANING OF GRIEF

GOLDEN FLEECE

WE'RE STANDING AT THE GATES OF HELL
WE'VE THROWN OUR FUTURE DOWN THE WELL
WHAT WENT BEFORE, HAPPENS ONCE MORE
WE CAN'T IGNORE EACH EMPIRE FELL

GOLDEN FLEECE

A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE voc

Youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMMtlkDesIg
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MY NAME IS STEVE
I HAVEN’T HAD A FRIIEND IN 40 YEARS
WELCOME, STEVE!

NOT THE WAY THAT IT APPEARS
BUT THE SUM OF ALL MY FEARS
REDUCES ME TO TEARS

WELCOME TO THE GROUP, STEVE!

I MAY SEEM KIND OF WIERD
THAT’S WHY YOU DISAPPEARED
THAT’S WHY I’M ALL ALONE IN THIS WORLD

AS A CHILD I LOST MY WAY
IT’S STILL WITH ME TO THIS DAY
I GUESS IT MUST BE TRUE WHAT PEOPLE SAY
THAT SOME OF US ARE MEANT TO PAY

MY NAME IS STEVE
I HAVEN’T HAD A FRIEND IN 40 YEARS
WELCOME TO THE GROUP, STEVE

YOU AVOID ME, I AVOID YOU
BOTH OF US FEEL ILL AT EASE
REINFORCING THE DISCOMFORT
I GROW WEAKER AT THE KNEES
BOTH OF US FEEL ILL AT EASE

PLAYING BACK THOSE AWKWARD MOMENTS
NO ESCAPING, NEVER FREE
ON MY MIND AND ON REWIND 
EVERY SCENE, INDIGNITY

MY NAME IS STEVE
I HAVEN’T HAD A FRIEND IN 40 YEARS
WELCOME TO THE GROUP, STEVE!

WHAT YOU’RE SEEING ISN’T SMUGNESS
WHAT YOU SEE, IN FACT, IS SHAME
ORCHESTRATE MY OWN DURESS
ULTIMATELY, I’M TO BLAME

ROUND AND ROUND IT GOES:

YOU AVOID ME, I AVOID YOU
BOTH OF US FEEL ILL AT EASE
REINFORCING THE DISCOMFORT
I GROW WEAKER AT THE KNEES
AND THEN I FREEZE

MY NAME IS STEVE
I HAVEN’T HAD A FRIEND IN 40 YEARS
WELCOME TO THE GROUP, STEVE!

My Name Is Steve, I Haven't Had A Friend In 40 Years (WELCOME TO NO FRIENDS ANONYMOUS)

This is the disorder I've suffered with since childhood; primarily responsible for me doing nothing with my life, doing nothing with my music.

ZEN CITY voc version 1

THE CITY THAT IS (NOT THE CITY THAT WAS) w.i.p.

I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
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YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW

I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY CONFINED TO MY BED
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY, AND SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
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NOW I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
I SLEEP WITH THE DEAD
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YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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THOSE MANIC MOMENTS PHASED ME
THE AIR WAS TURNING BLUE
ATTEMPTING TO ERASE ME
WITH THE CHINA THAT YOU THREW
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I WILL NOT THINK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE DID
I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THE THINGS THAT WE SAID
FOR ALL ETERNITY, CONFINED TO MY BED,
I’LL KILL YOUR MEMORY,
AND WALK WITH THE DEAD
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
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I WOULDN’T IF YOU PAID
YOU’RE NOT THE CHOSEN FEW
REMIND ME OF A BABY
ONE WEEK BEFORE IT’S DUE
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LIKE MRS NOSFERATU
BEFORE THE INTERVIEW
YOU PROVE THAT EVERY NIGHTMARE
EVENTUALLY COMES TRUE
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE, BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO, BABY
YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH
THOUGH YOU ARE HAVING FUN NOW
I WILL ESCAPE YOU SOMEHOW
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MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
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I CAN NOT BE WHAT YOU WANT ME TO BE...BABY
I CAN NOT DO WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO...BABY
I COULD NEVER WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR YOU
I COULD NEVER DO THE THINGS YOU ASK ME TO
I AIN’T NO MUNTER, MORON, HUH
I AIN’T NOTHIN’ LIKE YOU
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DON’T TRY TO MAKE EXCUSES
DON’T COME IT WITH THOSE LIES
YOU ALWAYS WERE ABUSIVE
BUT NEVER TOLD ME WHY
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YOU DID NOT CREATE ME
BUT LATELY
YOU HATE THE WAY I WALK, THE WAY I TALK,
THE WAY I PUNCH YOU IN THE MOUTH

SLEEP WITH THE DEAD

SYNTHETIC MEN OF MARS

SYNTHETIC
SYNTHETIC
SYNTHETIC
MEN OF MARS

SICK CLONE SITTING ALL ALONE
NEXT TO A DEACTIVATED DRONE

WE LOOK LIKE YOU
WE EVEN THINK LIKE YOU
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING

WE LOOK LIKE YOU
WE EVEN THINK LIKE YOU
I KNOW WHEN YOU’RE BLINKING
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DRINKING

BLACK CLONES DIRECT FROM THE TWILIGHT ZONE
TRYING TO FIND OUR WAY HOME
BLACK CLONES DIRECT FROM THE TWILIGHT ZONE
SO PETRIFIED WE’RE GETTING STONED

SYNTHETIC ME GETTING STONED AGAIN
OUT OF OUR SYNTHETIC MINDS
SYNTHETIC ME GETTING STONED AGAIN
PHARAMCY FROM HEAVEN

SYNTHETIC ME GETTING STONED AGAIN
WHEN WE FOUND THE WILL TO LIVE
WE LOST THE URGE TO KILL

WE FOUND A CHEAPER WAY
TO GET A CHEAPER THRILL

AND ONE OF THESE DAYS
WE’LL REACH THE OTHER SIDE OF THE HILL

EXILED TO THE MOONS OF BARSOOM
SYNTHETIC MEN EMERGE FROM A HIDDEN LOCATION
MILLENIUMS FROZEN WITHIN
A   COCOON
EXILED TO THE MOONS OF BARSOOM
UNTIL A FUTURE TIME
CHOSEN FOR UNLEASHING….DEVASTATION

MASTERMIND
RAS THAVAS CREATING ON MASS
LOST THE PLOT, GUESS HE SHOULD HAVE STUCK TO ROBOTS
MASTERMIND
HE DOESN’T HAVE THE MOXY TO STOP THE ROT
BUT HE’S THE ONLY MASTERMIND WE’VE GOT

IMMORAL, MAD, BUT HE’S A MASTERMIND

SYNTHETIC MEN OF MARS voc

The Amyl Nitrate Quartet is a bit tongue-in-cheek, slightly satirical, off the wall, zany, quirky, experimental, a bit punky, a bit funky, neither one thing or the other, accidentally fusing a multitude of genres!

UGLY AS SIN


YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHER’S DREAM
THAT RIDICULOUS CHIN
AND THE CHEEKIEST GRIN

YOU MUST HAVE HAD A SMILE THAT COULD WIN
SEND A HEART IN A SPIN
PAIR OF EYES THAT COULD SWIM
AND THE SOFTEST OF SKIN

I MUST CONFESS I WAS YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN
BUT THEN YOUR BODY CLOCK SHE WENT CRAZY
AND YOU JUST SWELLED LIKE A DAMN

YOU USE TO BE A WOW WITH THE MEN
BUT THEN THE SWELLING BEGAN
KINDA RUINED THE TAN

IT MUST HAVE WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK
LEFT YOUR BOX WITHOUT LOCKS
GIVE YOUR SHELL SUCH A SHOCK
AND YOUR EGO A KNOCK

YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
BUT NOW YOU ARE STRIPPED OF YOUR SKIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A BEAM OF THE SUN
BUT YOU GREW TO BECOME
THE ONE PEOPLE WILL SHUN

YOU MUST HAVE SUFFERED SEVERAL SHOCKS
WITH THE LOSS OF YOUR LOCKS
FROM THE TOP OF YOUR BOX
WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK

YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN


YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHER’S DREAM
WITH YOUR MAGNETIC BEAM
AS WIDE AS A SCREEN

YOU MUST HAVE SUNK A COUPLE OF SHIPS
WHEN YOU WIGGLED YOUR HIPS
WHEN YOU PUCKERED YOUR LIPS
AND SPAT OUT THE PIPS

BREAK

YOU MUST POSSESS
A BEAUTY WITHIN
YOU MUST HAVE BEEN A BEAUTIFUL BABY
CAUSE NOW YOU ARE UGLY AS SIN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A PHOTOGRAPHERS DREAM
WITH YOUR MAGNETIC BEAM
AS WIDE AS THE SCREEN

YOU MUST HAVE SUNK A COUPLE OF SHIPS
WHEN YOU WIGGLED YOUR HIPS
WHEN YOU PUCKERED YOUR LIPS
AND MADE WITH THE QUIPS

I MUST MAKE TESTS
EXAMINE YOUR SCAN
YOU MAY HAVE BEEN THE CONSUMATE LADY
BUT YOU HAVE THE MOUTH OF A MAN

YOU MUST HAVE BEEN
A BUNDLE OF FUN
LIKE ATTILA THE HUN
NEVER SHORT OF A PUN

YOU EVEN REINVENTED THE RAP
WITH YOUR FREUDIAN SLIPS
WITH A SHOWER OF SPIT
OF YOUR TONGUE WORDS WOULD TRIP

YOU MUST CONFESS
YOU’RE ONE HELL OF A MESS
YOU MAY HAVE BEEN THE BONNIEST BABY
BUT NOW YOU ARE TWO TON LIKE TESS



YOU’VE JUST BEGUN
TO PILE ON THE FLESH
WILL YOU BLOCK OUT THE SUN
WELL IT’S ANYONE’S GUESS

YOU USE TO STRUT YOUR STUFF WITH THE BEST
NOW YOUR THIGHS HAVE GONE WEST
NOW THERE’S MORE TO LOVE LESS
YOU EXPLODE FROM A DRESS

I MUST CONFESS I WAS YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN
BUT THEN YOUR BODY CLOCK SHE WENT CRAZY
AND YOU JUST SWELLED LIKE A DAM

YOU USE TO BE A WOW WITH THE MEN
BUT THE SWELLING BEGAN
KINDA RUINED THE TAN

IT MUST HAVE WIPED THE SMILE OF YOUR CLOCK
LEFT YOUR BOX WITHOUT LOCKS
GIVE YOUR SHELL SUCH A SHOCK
AND YOUR EGO A KNOCK

UGLY AS SIN

ORSON'S PLAY (The World Will End On Tuesday)

QUASI-ORCHESTRAL MANOEUVRE IN THE PARK AFTER DARK

CHARLTON HESTON'S COLD DEAD HANDS

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

WAS MET BY A FANFARE
THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE
SIX IN THE MORNING
ARRIVED WITH OUT WARNING

HE FELL OUT OF THE SKY
NOBODY BELIEVED HIM
IT CAME AS NO SURPRISE
THAT IT ALL CAME TO NOTHIN'

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

HIS ACCUSERS, ON A HIGH
BOTH THE FOOLISH AND THE WISE
PREACH THE UNIVERSAL LIE
INSISTING HE MUST DIE

AS THE HECKLERS MULTIPLY
HIS EXISTENCE, THEY DENY
HIS REJECTION AND DEJECTION
A WRITTEN IN CONCRETE PROPHECY

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

A WORD TO THE UNWISE
THERE IS NO SOLUTION
IF YOU THINK THAT YOU KNOW WHY
YOU ARE IN FOR A BIG SURPRISE

YOU LOOK IN THE RIGHT PLACE
BUT LOOK AT THE WRONG TIME
THE TRUTH IS ALL AROUND YOU
BUT NOTHING CAN OPEN YOUR EYES

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

THE ABILITY TO REASON OR THINK FOR YOURSELF
HAS DEPARTED THIS WORLD, AND DESERTED THE PEOPLE

BEYOND THE POINT OF REDEMPTION
YOUR'E THE BLANK GENERATION
YOUR LACK OF INVENTION
GIVING WAY TO PRETENSION

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

YOU MISTAKE THE GENII FOR JERKS
BUT FOR THE JERKS YOU GO BERSERK
AND PLACE THE JACKASS RAPPER
ON THE PEDESTAL HE BOUGHT

WHILE BORN AGAIN BOWIE
STARES YOU IN THE FACE
AWASH WITH NO PUBLICITY
DESTINED TO VANISH WITHOUT TRACE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

SWALLOWED UP IN A SEA
OF MEDIOCRITY
WHERE THE KING IS IMITATION
WITH THE PUBLIC ALWAYS LOOKING IN THE WRONG PLACE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

HE'S ECLECTIC, HE'S PERSISTENT
HIS SONGWRITING; CONSISTENT
TO EVERY PASSING WHIM
HE'S ETERNALLY RESISTANT

THE WIDTH OF HIS IMAGINATION
EVIDENT IN HIS CREATIONS
BEYOND ALL EXPECTATION
USHERS HIM FROM STATION TO STATION

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

NON-EXISTENT BOUNDARIES
THE CORE OF HIS BELIEFS
WITHIN A BOX THAT HAS NO SIDES
THE UNIVERSE IS HIS FRUSTRATION

EVERYBODY ELSE IS WRONG
AND SURE TO UNDERRATE THIS SONG
THAT'S WHY I THINK I DON'T BELONG
THAT'S WHY I'M SOMEWHERE IN THE DISTANCE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

WITHIN MY MIND, EXISTING WALLS
LIKE JERICHO, AFTER THE FALL
WERE PULVERIZED AND GROUND TO DUST
THOUGH THEY WERE NEVER THERE AT ALL

IF ONLY THEY WOULD DROP THE ACT
PARTITION FICTION FROM THE FACTS
MY ONLY MISSION, STILL INTACT
WOULD BE THE ONE I CAN'T RECALL

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

THE SUPERFICIAL MAKE SICK
CAN ONLY TURN A SINGLE TRICK
BUT PLASTIC PEOPLE ALWAYS WIN
IT'S ALL ABOUT SURFACE SKIN

IT'S DANGEROUS TO BE 

DANGEROUSLY DIFFERENT
TO THE SHEEP, I'M NON-EXISTENT
BEING DEEP IS AN AFFLICTION
SAYS THE UNNATURAL SELECTION

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

TO DISAGREE WOULD BE SIN
TO SWIM AGAINST THE SEA OF MAN
WILL PUT YOU WAY OUT ON A LIMB
AND VULNERABLE TO EXECUTION

I HATE THE WAY THE MASSES THINK
THE MEDIOCRITY THEY DRINK
THEIR MOUTHS ALL MOVE IN PERFECT SYNC
WHEN OTHERS DO, THEY ALSO BLINK

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

I'M HAPPY THAT MY MIND IS FREE
MY 'DON'T BELONG' PHILOSOPHY
THE LIFEBLOOD OF HUMANITY
WILL GIVE MY PSYCHE FULL PROTECTION

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEONS OF POP

KING KONG (HE’S A BIG MOTHER)
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KONG….WOOH
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RKO RADIO; I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
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KING KONG….WOOH
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I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
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MOTHER HE WAS BIG….MOTHER HE
HANDS AS BIG AS A HOUSE….HANDS AS BIG AS A HOUSE
BUT FAY DIDN’T TWIG….BUT FAY, SHE DIDN’T TWIG
THOUGHT SHE WAS A MOUSE….THOUGHT SHE WAS A MOUSE
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KONG….OH YEAH….HE’S A BIG MOTHER
KING KONG….WOOH….HE’S A BIG MOTHER
KING KONG….WOOH….OH YEAH
RKO RADIO--KING KONG--I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
KONG--RKO RADIO--KING KONG--I KNOW
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HE’S A SUCKER FOR CHICKS
WITH FLAPPING LIPS
AND ONE BREAST BIGGER
THAN THE UDDER
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TURNED ON BY TICKS
HE PICKS AND HE LICKS
TILL SHE QUIVERS IN HIS GRIP,
AND SHUDDERS
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CUE ARABIAN PROVERB:
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AND LO,
THE BEAST LOOKED UPON THE FACE OF BEAUTY…..KING KONG
AND STAYED ITS HAND FROM KILLING….NEW YORK EXCLUDED….KONG
AND FROM THAT DAY….KING KONG….WOOH
HE WAS AS ONE DEAD
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KING KONG….WOOH
RKO RADIO—KING KONG—I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
KONG—RKO RADIO—KING KONG—I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
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CARL ‘LION’S DEN’ DENHAM
HE’S ON THE LEVEL
NO FUNNY BUSINESS
WITH AN EYE FOR MAYHEM
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WHEN OLD KING KONG,
HE THREW A TANTRUM
CARL DENHAM SHOT HIM
WITH A GAS GUN
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KONG….OH YEAH….HE’S A BIG MOTHER
KING KONG….WOOH….OH YEAH
KONG….OH YEAH….HE’S A BIG MOTHER
KING KONG….WOOH….OH YEAH
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BROTHER HE WAS BAD….BROTHER HE
WAS A BIT OF A LOUSE….WAS A BIT OF A LOUSE
BITING BLONDES WAS HIS BAG….BITING BLONDES WAS HIS BAG
CLIMBING BUILDINGS HIS VICE….CLIMBING BUILDINGS HIS….VICE
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CLIMBING THE WALLS AGAIN
HE’S CLIMBING THE WALLS AGAIN
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KONG….WOOH….RKO RADIO
KING KONG….I KNOW
KONG….WOOH….RKO RADIO
KING KONG….I KNOW
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MOTHER HE WAS BIG….MOTHER HE
HANDS AS BIG AS A HOUSE….HANDS AS BIG AS A HOUSE
BUT FAY DIDN’T TWIG….BUT FAY, SHE DIDN’T TWIG
THOUGHT SHE WAS A MOUSE….THOUGHT SHE WAS A MOUSE
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KONG….OH YEAH
HE’S A BIG MOTHER
KING KONG….WOOH
HE’S A BIG MOTHER
KING KONG….WOOH
OH YEAH
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THINKS TRAIN IS A TOOTHPICK…EATS THE WHOLE DARN TRAIN
AND HE PICKS AT HIS GREENS….HE PICKS AT HIS GREENS?
THREE SHREDDIES FOR BREAKFAST….THREE SHREDDIES FOR BREAKFAST?
AND BOWL FULL OF BEINZ….WHAT, A WHOLE ONE?
….HUMAN, THAT IS!
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AND LO,
THE BEAST LOOKED UPON THE FACE OF BEAUTY
AND STAYED ITS HAND FROM KILLING
AND FROM THAT DAY,
HE WAS AS ONE DEAD
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KING KONG
RKO RADIO….KING KONG….I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
KONG…..RKO RADIO….KING KONG
I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
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HE LOOK AND HE LOOK….HE’S GUNNING FOR YOU
ALL OVER THE PLACE….HE’S GUNNING FOR YOU
SOMEONE HAS STOLEN….HE’S GUNNING FOR YOU
ANN DARROW HIS SPOUSE
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RKO RADIO I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!
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KONG….OH YEAH
HE’S A BIG MOTHER
KING KONG….WOOH
HE’S A BIG MOTHER
KING KONG….WOOH
OH YEAH
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MANHATTAN WAS MAD….SHE’S GUNNING FOR YOU
TOOK A POP AT THE CAD….SHE’S GUNNING FOR YOU
BITE THIS BIGGLES SAID….SHE’S GUNNING FOR YOU
AND DRILLED HOLES THROUGH HIS HEAD….SHE’S GUNNING FOR YOU

KING KONG (HE'S A BIG MUTHA)

WE ARE THE GODS OF MARS
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WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS
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WE ARE THE GODS OF MARS
WE CAME FROM THE STARS
WE ARE THE MASTER RACE WHO WENT TOO FAR
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ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS BIZARRE
WE LEAVE THE DOOR AJAR
IN CASE THIS SHANGRILAH SLIPS INTO A
MONOPHONIC, CATATONIC, COMA
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SOMEWHERE IN TIME AND SPACE
WE WILL REVEAL OUR FACE
BUT BEFORE EACH FALL FROM GRACE
WE LEAP FROM PLACE TO PLACE
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BUT BEFORE WE CAN DEPART IN HASTE
WE CHECK TO SEE YOUR MIND’S ERASED
TO FUEL THE FIRE WE FEED YOUR FEAR
THEN DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A TRACE
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WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS
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JUST GIVE US ONE EXCUSE
WE’LL ELEVATE THE ABUSE
WE’LL PUT THIS WORLD IN A NOOSE
AND LET THE HOUNDS OF HELL LOOSE
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WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS
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YOU HAVE THE FREEDOM TO CHOOSE
BUT EITHER WAY YOU WILL LOSE
YOU EITHER FALL FOR THE RUSE
OR GO THE SAME WAY AS THE JEWS
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WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS
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WE CAN BE NASTY OR NICE
WE CAN BE SUGAR OR SPICE
TREAT YOU AS MEN OR AS MICE
TAKE THE WHOLE CAKE OR TAKE JUST A SLICE
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WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS

WE....ARE....THE GODS OF MARS

EIGHT JUDGEMENT DAYS A WEEK
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I JUDGE THE WORLD
I JUDGE THE PEOPLE
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WE SIT UPON OUR SEVEN THRONES
ADDRESS YOU IN THE STERNEST TONE
WE CURSE THE GROUND YOU WALK UPON
BELIEVE IN CASTING THE FIRST STONE
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YOU’RE GONNA LIVE
YOU’RE GONNA DIE
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WE SEPARATE THE SHEEP FROM GOATS
WE SET THE DATE TO SLIT YOUR THROAT
WE LOVE TO HATE AND LIVE TO GLOAT
BOTH ENEMY AND FRIEND WE SMOTE
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I JUDGE THE WORLD
I JUDGE THE PEOPLE
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WE HOLD THE KEY TO HEAVEN’S GATE
THOSE WHO DISAGREE WE….EXTERMINATE
BOW DOWN BEFORE THE WATCHTOWER….SOCIETY
THOSE WHO BEND THEIR KNEE WE….ASSIMILATE
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I JUDGE THE WORLD
I JUDGE THE PEOPLE
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BREAK
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I JUDGE THE WORLD
I JUDGE THE PEOPLE
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WE SIT UPON OUR SEVEN THRONES
ADDRESS YOU IN THE STERNEST TONE
WE CURSE THE GROUND YOU WALK UPON
BELIEVE IN CASTING THE FIRST STONE
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WE SEPARATE THE SHEEP FROM GOATS
WE SET THE DATE TO SLIT YOUR THROAT
WE LOVE TO HATE AND LIVE TO GLOAT
BOTH ENEMY AND FRIEND WE SMOTE
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I JUDGE THE WORLD
I JUDGE THE PEOPLE
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WE HOLD THE KEY TO HEAVEN’S GATE
THOSE WHO DISAGREE WE….EXTERMINATE
BOW DOWN BEFORE THE WATCHTOWER….SOCIETY
THOSE WHO BEND THEIR KNEE WE….ASSIMILATE
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SINCE GOD IS DEAD THE FIRSTBORN SAID
DIRECT YOUR PRAISE TO THEM ALONE
THE FAITHFUL SLAVE CUT OFF HIS HEAD
AND SIT UPON HIS RIGHTEOUS THRONE
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I JUDGE THE WORLD
I JUDGE THE PEOPLE
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SINCE GOD IS DEAD THE FIRSTBORN SAID
DIRECT YOUR PRAISE TO THEM ALONE
THE FAITHFUL SLAVE CUT OFF HIS HEAD
AND SIT UPON HIS RIGHTEOUS THRONE
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YOU’RE GONNA LIVE
YOU’RE GONNA DIE

EIGHT JUDGEMENT DAYS A WEEK

EVERY NOW AND THEN I FEEL AN OVERWHELMING URGE TO END IT ALL
THE MESSAGE THAT DECENDS, 
NOT THE ONE I INTENDED, 
STARTS A FREE-FOR-ALL
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THE CURSE THAT IS UPON THIS HEAD THAT HANGS
SEEMS IT ISN’T A CURSE AT ALL
THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS BEFORE THE FALL
THIS IS THE WAY THAT YOU’RE SUPPOSE TO FEEL
THE FINAL MOMENTS ARE THE MOST SURREAL
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IS THIS JUST ANOTHER CRY FOR HELP
AM I WASTING MY TIME TAKING OFF THIS BELT
IF THE SCAFFOLD WERE TO BREAK
INTERRUPTED BY AN EARTHQUAKE
I COULD SERIOUSLY DAMAGE MY HEALTH
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HOPING SOMEONE WILL CHANGE MY MIND
CAN CONVINCE ME NOT TO CROSS THE LINE
I HOPE THE ANTIDOTE ARRIVES IN TIME
TO COUNTERACT THE POISON IN THIS WINE
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JUST ANOTHER CRY FOR HELP!
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NOT ENOUGH ARSENIC IN THE MILKSHAKE
THIS IS THE WAY YOU’RE MEANT TO FEEL…OH….OH….OH….OH…OH!
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LIKE ALL YOUR TOMORROWS WILL BE EXACTLY THE SAME
THIS IS THE WAYOU’RE MEANT TO FEEL…OH….OH….OH….OH…OH!
YOU’RE DROWNING IN SORROW
THIS IS THE WAY YOU’RE MEANT TO FEEL…OH….OH….OH….OH…OH!
YOU FEEL THE NEED FOR SOMEONE TO BLAME
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I’M AT THE BREAKING POINT, AND I DON’T WANT TO DISAPPOINT
YOU GAVE ME A NUDGE, I DECIDED TO BUDGE
I FAKED THE LAST ATTEMPT BECAUSE I STILL HELD A GRUDGE
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I’M AT…I’M AT THE BREAKING POINT!
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DID NOT INTEND TO SURVIVE
SOMETHING KEPT ME ALIVE
SOMETHING KEPT ME AWAKE
SOMETHING KEPT ME FROM ENTERING THE FIREY LAKE
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WANT YOU TO CHERISH THE DAY
THE SAME FATE AWAITS ALL
SEE THE SHADOW ON THE WALL
IT REPRESENTS AN EVERLASTING HATE
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I’M AT….I’M AT THE BREAKING POINT

THIS IS THE WAY YOU'RE MEANT TO FEEL

SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION (A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE)
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YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
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AND THIS, IN A NUTSHELL, BE THE SELFISH SERMON
SELF PRESERVATION AND THE SELFISH GENE
WITHOUT AFFECTION, WITHOUT REFLECTION
COMPLETE REJECTION OF THE GOLDEN RULE
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AND THESE BE THE WORDS OF THE CHILDREN OF JINN
WHO EMULATE THE THINKING OF THE PHOSPHORUS ONE
AS GOG IS OUR WITNESS, AND AS THICK IS OUR SKIN
WE FREELY PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE AS WE WALLOW IN SIN
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YOU CHASE THE VOICES FROM MY BRAIN
AND THE NOVOCAINE REDUCED THE PAIN
BUT ACTS OF KINDNESS DON'T IMPRESS
YOU CARE TOO MUCH, I COULD CARE LESS
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HOODWINKED, THEY LIKE TO THINK
THEY HAVE THE SENSE TO SPOT THE CHINK
TO SEE BEYOND WHEN BEING CONNED
THEIR MINDS, THOUGH, ARE FILLED WITH MISSING LINKS
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PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
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PROJECTS AND IMAGE....SQUEAKY CLEAN
BUT HAS AN EYE FOR THE OBSCENE
AND EVERY NIGHTMARE IS A DREAM
A GOLDEN FLEECE THAT SPREADS DISEASE
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THIS THOROUGHLY ULTRA-MODERN PARASITE
BELIEVES YOU'RE SOMETHING VERY GOOD TO EAT
BELIEVES THIS WORLD SITS A TOP....A MOUNTAIN OF HATE
THAT EMPATHY WILL ALWAYS BE A ONE-WAY-STREET
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MACHINATION....
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SICK WORLD....WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION
DECEPTION BE THE TRADEMARK OF THE SNEAKIEST DECEPTION
SIN IS THE ELIXA.....LIFE AND DEATH THROWN IN THE MIXER
THE CURE, A PANACEA....A GOG OF MAGOG CONCEPTION
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A GOG OF MAGOG....MACHINATION
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THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
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HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
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THE SERPENT COILED AROUND THE EARTH
CONSTRICTION DRESSED UP AS EXPRESSION
HIS MACHINATIONS....HAVE UNFURLED
HIS GOAL….TO MAKE THE LAST IMPRESSION
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HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE
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HE WALKS THE EARTH, OR DRIVES A HEARSE
REGISTERS EACH BLESSED BIRTH
REPEATS THE ROLL CALL, DAWN AND DUSK
COUNTS THE OBOLUS IN HIS PURSE

SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION

DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT; DON'T JUST COMMENT, SHARE!
I don't respond to musicians that just add, or just click like buttons, because it doesn't prove they actually listened!

Please don't just click the like button, because i don't know whether it means you didn't actually listen, or you don't think it's good enough to comment on! I will only return support to musicians I know have actually listened; anyone can click the like button, and many do, without actually listening!

I BREAK ALL THE RULES DEFINING THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SIMPLY BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW THEM! 

AND BECAUSE THEY ARE UNFAMILIAR, UNPREDICTABLE, FROM ONE CREATION TO THE NEXT, ONE TUNE WILL ONLY TELL YOU AS MUCH AS READING ONE PAGE OF A NOVEL, AND ONE LISTEN, NO MORE THAN A PARAGRAPH :)

I DOUBT ANY MUSICIAN WILL EVER MATCH DAVID BOWIE'S BRILLIANCE; NO ONE WILL EVER INHERIT HIS CROWN, BUT I DON'T THINK ANYONE ELSE WILL COME CLOSER.

THIS MIGHT SOUND LIKE AN AMBITIOUS CLAIM, BUT I WOULDN'T BE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO MAKE IT IF I HADN'T REACHED THE POINT IN MY CREATIVE LIFE TO DO IT.

IN SOME WAYS I FALL SHORT, BECAUSE I PRODUCE TUNES SO RAPIDLY, THEY DON'T GET THE CARE AND ATTENTION THEY MIGHT RECEIVE IN A STUDIO, AND MY TUNES ARE NOT LITTERED WITH GREAT MUSICIANS; THE VAST MAJORITY OF MY TUNES ARE SOLO PROJECTS, AND I RARELY SPEND MORE THAN A DAY ON EACH TUNE, YET THEY ARE ALWAYS INNOVATIVE, CREATIVE, IMAGINATIVE, COVERING THE WHOLE SPECTRUM FROM DARK TO LIGHT.

NO BOUNDARIES IN MUSIC, SO I WANDER FROM GENRE TO GENRE WITHOUT THOUGHT OR INTENT, AND I CREATE ON THE FLY, YET MY TUNES ARE STRONGER THAN MANY TUNES THAT GET THE FULL TREATMENT, INVOLVING MONTHS OF WORK, AND PROFESSIONAL ENGINEERING!

IF LISTENERS KEEP THIS IN MIND, THEY WILL REALIZE THE TUNES I CREATE EXIST OUTSIDE NORMAL BOUNDARIES. VIEW THEM AS DEMOS, CREATED ON THE FLY, AND COMPLETED, FROM START TO FINISH, IN LESS THAN A DAY--HOW MANY MUSICIANS COULD DO THAT, WITHOUT SACRIFICING  STRENGTH,  DEPTH, ORIGINALITY AND FRESHNESS,

 THE UNBIASED LISTENER WOULDN'T DISAGREE WITH MY CLAIM OF BEING THE SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP; IF ANYTHING, I AM MORE ECLECTIC, EVEN THAN BOWIIE, AND MY LYRICS ARE EVERY BIT AS INNOVATIVE AS THE MUSIC. BOWIE'S LYRICS ARE BRILLIANT, BUT ONLY MADE SENSE SOME OF THE  TIME... MINE MAKE SENSE MOST OF THE TIME, AND ARE LITTERED WITH SOCIAL STATEMENTS PRESENTED FROM A NEW PERSPECTIVE!

IN ORDER TO DISAGREE WITH MY CLAIM, THE LISTENER WOULD NEED TO LISTEN TO A FEW HUNDRED OF MY TUNES FIRST; IT IS THE QUANTITY OF MY TUNES, HOW ECLECTIC MY APPROACH IS, AND HOW CONSISTENT THE STANDARD IS, THAT PROVIDES EVIDENCE FOR MY CLAIM, SO TO DISPUTE THAT CLAIM YOU MUST LISTEN TO HUNDREDS OF THEM :) STE VAN HORNE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEONS OF POP

2ND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP