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 :)

FROM ONE END OF THE SPECTRUM TO THE OTHER!

Just a first edit (w.i.p.). Music: Fafnirrockson. Lyrics and all vocals: Ste Van Horne. A second version of this tune is on its way; duet with Olga Mertsalova

THE HONEYMOON IS OVER (I WANT TO BREAK YOUR UNIVERSE IN TWO) - STE VAN HORNE & FAFNIRROCKSON

VICTIM EXPECTED TO LIVE LIKE VICTIM
DIE....DIE....DIE LIKE A VICTIM
INNOCENT CHILD CAUGHT UP IN THE CONFUSION
WHY....WHY....WHY ALLL THE FRICTION

WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM
WE'RE ALL VICTIMS OF THE SYSTEM

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, MUCH LIKE TODAY....

FOOLISHLY WE THINK WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
BUT DRINKING IN DEFEAT IS AS CLOSE AS WE'LL EVER COME
NOTHING CAN CHANGE WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN CHANGED
MANY HAVE TRIED, BUT HAVE DIED BEFORE IT LEFT THE PAGE

TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY
TOMORROW, LIKE TODAY, IS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY

TOMORROW WILL BE JUST LIKE ANY OTHER DAY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY
OH, AND NOTHING CAN STOP THE TIDAL WAVES OF HISTORY
THE SUN RISING IN THE EAST, BUT REFUSING TO STAY

NOTHING CAN REPEL THE TIDAL WAVE OF MISERY
AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE THE BLOODY COURSE OF HISTORY
NOTHING WILL DEFLECT THE BITTER BLOWS OF TRAGEDY
AND NO ONE CAN PROTECT THE INNOCENT FROM THE GUILTY

FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM
FOOLISHLY WE THINK....WE CAN BEAT THE SYSTEM

ALTHOUGH WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
WE WILL NEVER JOIN THEM
WE KNOW WE CAN NEVER BEAT THEM
BUT WE'LL NEVER....NEVER....NEVER JOIN THEM

SELLING OUT TO THEM SHOULD BE OUR BIGGEST FEAR
PROTECTING OUR INTEGRITY, OUR WHOLE CAREER
IF WE RETAIN OUR DIGNITY WE'RE VICTIMS IN THE FLESH
BUT OUR SOULS ARE ONE COMMODITY....
THEY CAN ONLY SECOND GUESS

DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
DON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN
WON'T SELL THE ONLY THING WE OWN

DIE LIKE A VICTIM

WEREWOLVES OF LONDON
MADE A PACT WITH THE BRETHREN
FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL WITH KITH AND KIN
OVER A FIVE-POINTED PENTAGON

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE

LYCANTHROPE
BRUSHED HIS COAT
FUMBLED FOR THE ANTIDOTE

FOR THE VERY FIST TIME
THE PORTENTS AND SIGNS
WERE MAKING SOME SENSE
EXPLAINING THE CRIMES

ONCE LARRY TALBOT READ THE VERSE
HIS VIOLENT OUTBURST IN THE HEARSE
THE ONE WHERE LARRY LOST HIS SHIRT
MADE SOME SENSE, WHICH MADE THINGS WORSE


LYCANTHROPE, A PRIMAL FORCE
IS EVOLUTION IN REVERSE
AND THAT FUR COAT THAT HUGS YOUR SKIN
GOES DEEPER THAN YOUR NEXT OF KIN

AS LARRY TALBOT READS THE VERSE
HIS MOUTH IS DRY, HIS LIPS ARE PURSED
THAT CRAVING HE HAS NURSED:
A JUGULAR MIGHT QUENCH THAT THIRST

WEREWOLVES OF LONDON
MADE A PACT WITH THE BRETHREN
FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL WITH KITH AND KIN
OVER A FIVE-POINTED PENTAGON

PEN-TA-GON....FIVE-POINTED STAR

WEREWOLVES WALK AMONG THEM
PRESENTING A CONUNDRUM
THINK ONE BLOOD TRANSFUSION
WILL BE ENOUGH
WILL BE ENOUGH TO STOP....SILVER BULLETS
TO STOP THE DISCHARGE FROM A GUN

SILVER BULLETS FILL THE AIR
CAUGHT BETWEEN THE TEETH, ONE MILLION NOSTRILS FLARE

WEIRDWOLVES OF LONDON

SOME OF US AFRAID THE WORLD WILL END (SOME OF US AFRAID IT WON'T)

My approach to making music is to go wherever it takes me!

Last place I wish to go is where lust for fame & fortune might take me!

ONE DAY WE WILL ALL FORGET (THE NAME OF EVERY COUNTRY)

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I TRIED TO CATCH HER EYE
WHEN SHE THREW IT MY WAY
BUT INTENTION AND THE ACT
CAME UNSTUCK AGAIN

SHE STIRS SOMETHING IN ME
BUT I’M NOT HER CUP OF TEA
SHE’S STRICTLY PG
AND AFRAID OF MEN

SHE LOVES TO MAKE A SCENE
MARK THE PLACES WHERE SHE’S BEEN
TURNING FACES BOTTLE GREEN
WITH HER SICK SCENTS

ONE WHIFF OF HER PERFUME
CAN FUMIGATE A ROOM
NEUTRALISE A NASTY NIFF
IN AN INSTANT

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS

TAKING THINGS 
FAR TO LITERALLY
LEADS TO OBSURDITY
MAKES HER, 
HER OWN WORST ENEMY

WHEN TOLD IN PLASTIC SURGERY:
“YOU CAN PICK YOUR NOSE FOR FREE”
SHE RAMMED TWO DIGITS UP
JUST FOR POSTERITY

I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO KISS
I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CUSS

I BROKE HER ARM
IN THREE DIFFERENT PLACES
MANCHESTER, BIRMINGHAM AND LEEDS
SHE’S THE SAME GIRL
WITH THREE DIFFERENT FACES
LORETTA, LORRAINE & LOUISE

SHE’S A CONUNDRUM
WRAPPED IN CONFUSION

THREE DIFFERENT PLACES

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

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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

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

SECURITY AND PEACE BEGAN HER THOUSAND YEAR REIGN

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

ALL THE TROUBLES OF THE WORLD
DISAPPEARING WITHOUT A REFRAIN

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

ONLY TRACES OF A CHECKERED PAST
AND FLEETING MEMORIES REMAIN

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

AS THE MIRACLES INCREASE
DEATH WILL DISAPPEAR AND THE PAIN

ZEN CITY
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE

ONLY TRACES OF A CHECKERED PAST
AND FLEETING MEMORIES REMAIN

CITIZEN KANE CAUGHT THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN TO ZEN CITY
SHE HAS AN INTERESTING NAME
AND HE WANTED TO SEE HER AGAIN

HOPING ALL THAT WOULD COME TO PASS
WITHIN ONE PERFECT MOMENT
WOULD BE THE ONE THAT WOULD LAST
FOR ALL ETERNITY

WHEN SHE TAKES YOU IN HER ARMS
AND WHISPERS, COME TO ME
SHE OFFERS PERFECT LIFE
IN A PERFECT WORLD
WITHIN HER HEAVENLY CITY

SECURITY AND PEACE
BEGAN HER THOUSAND YEAR REIGN
ZEN CITY
PURITY AND FAITH
EXISTING ON A HIGHER PLANE
ZEN CITY
ONLY TRACES OF A CHECKERED PAST
AND FLEETING MEMORIES REMAIN

will be adding more lyrics/vocals to next version

ZEN CITY voc version 1

COMB THE  TUFT FROM THE LEFT HAND SIDE (BUT DON'T PASS THE DUTCHIE)

CAPRIAN DREAM

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

ONE LEG GOES EAST, AND ONE GOES WEST - JULIAN AND THE WIKILEAKS is Ste van Horne

EPHEMERAL MESSIAH

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST

I’M NOT QUITE SURE
WHERE OR WHEN
MY LIFE TOOK THE FIRST
OF HER MANY WRONG TURNS

FOR DAYS OF SADNESS
SEEM TO MINGLE
BLURRING IN MY MIND
THE FINE LINE
THAT DIVIDES
ALL THE GOOD TIMES
FROM THE BAD TIMES
ALL THE HAPPY 
FROM THE SAD

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST

ALTHOUGH MY DAY 
BEGINS WITH TEARS
AND WORKS IT’S WAY
THROUGH ALL MY FEARS
SOMETIMES I’M LIFTED
FROM THIS GLOOM
WHEN SHAPE AND SHADOW
FILL THE ROOM

BUT LONELY MINDS
TORMENT WITH TRICKS
MENDING HEARTS
THAT NEVER FIX
BRINGING HOPE
WHERE DREAMS ARE STONE
TILL ONCE AGAIN
YOU’RE LEFT ALONE

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST



DON’T I EXIST IN THE EYES OF THIS WORLD
AM I AS NOTHING TO EVERY GIRL
AM I THE WEAKLING
RIPE FOR THE PICKING
LONELY PARIAH
IN A UNIVERSE OF KINGS AND QUEENS
IN A UNIVERSE OF TWO EXTREMES
NEITHER ONE OF WHICH WAS MEANT TO BE
A PLACE WHERE EVERYONE EXISTS BUT ME

TO BE TRUTHFUL
THINGS BEGAN TO FALL APART
LONG BEFORE
MY LIFE DID START

DESTINED FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS
BORN TO BE WHERE NO ONE CARES
MAYBE I WAS MEANT TO BE
A FAILURE AND A NOBODY

SOME MIGHT SEE THE IRONY
THE UNDERBELLY COMEDY
HAVING WON THE RIGHT TO LIFE
I LOST THE WILL TO LIVE

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST

IT’S SO HARD TO COME TO TERMS
WITH THE FACT YOU’RE NEVER HEARD
AND YOU’RE ONLY EVER SEEN
AS A WASHED UP NEVER-BEEN

PEOPLE PASS YOU BY
NEVER LOOK YOU IN THE EYE
CAN’T AFFORD THE TIME OF DAY
WAIT UNTIL YOU GO AWAY

EVEN THOSE WHO SAY THEY CARE
WITH A CUSTOMARY TEAR
MUCH LIKE FRIENDS OF WEATHER FAIR
ONE BY ONE DO DISAPPEAR

YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST
YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON’T EXIST

DON’T I EXIST IN THE EYES OF THIS WORLD
AM I AS NOTHING TO EVERY GIRL
AM I THE WEAKLING
RIPE FOR THE PICKING
LONELY PARIAH
IN A UNIVERSE OF KINGS AND QUEENS
IN A UNIVERSE OF TWO EXTREMES
NEITHER ONE OF WHICH WAS MEANT TO BE
A PLACE WHERE EVERYONE EXISTS BUT ME


YOU TREAT ME LIKE I DON'T EXIST

BLUE SUN

I SEE THE UNIVERSE IN COLOUR

JUST CLICKING THE LIKE BUTTON DOESN'T PROVE YOU LISTENED TO THE TUNE; ANYONE CAN CLICK THE LIKE BUTTON, AND MOST PEOPLE THAT DO IT NEVER CLICK THE PLAY BUTTON! LEAVING FEEDBACK IS WHAT WE NEED, & THE ONLY WAY TO PROVE YOU ACTUALLY LISTENED!

SICK WORLD WITH A HEALTHY REFLECTION

OUR LIVES MAY BE WORTH LESS THAN GRAVITY
BUT WE ARE WORTH SO MUCH MORE....IN TOTALITY
BUT WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN MORTALITY
AND WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR OWN CATASTROPHE

WE CAN'T IGNORE OUR DESTINY
REFUSE TO CHANGE OUR MENTALITY
WE REFUSE TO REARRANGE OUR DIARY
CHANGE THE WAY WE VIEW SOCIETY
CHANGE THE MAN THAT LIVES INSIDE OF ME
CHANGE THE MAN

ONE STEP AHEAD OF DEVASTATION
TWO STEPS AWAY FROM TRIBULATION
THE GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION
WE INFLICT UPON THIS THING WE CALL....CREATION

ALTHOUGH WE SHARE COLLECTIVE VISION
EACH OF IS ON A DIFFERENT MISSION
TO SERVE THE ID THAT LURKS WITHIN
OUR SUPEREGO JUST A SKIN

THIS THING WE CALL CREATION

SOON AFTER OUR FIRST LOBOTOMY
WE VENTURED....DEEP INTO....BLACK COMEDY
PULLED BY THE STRINGS....OF HISTORY

THE ARCHITECTS OF.....OUR OWN STUPIDITY
BEGINNING WARS WE NEVER WIN
WE ARE THE PUPPETS, NOT THE MANNEQUINS
SWALLOWING OUR OWN PHILOSOPHY
CENSORING OUR OWN HUMANITY
EXPELLING NATURE, WE BREATHE IN NURTURE
WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE....

WE THINK THE CURE LIES IN THE FUTURE - Ray Scott & Ste Van Horne (vocals) first edit

FREUDIAN LIPS

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CALLED UPON THE MEN IN WHITE JUST THE OTHER DAY BUT FEAR OF EARS 'A' LISTENING
PREVENTED ME FROM HAVING MY SAY
SO I TALKED WITH MY EYES
TO THE DOCTOR IN DISGUISE

FROM THE SCREAMING TO THE DREAMING WE TOUCHED ON EVERYTHING
WE TALKED ABOUT HOW LIFE BEGAN
THE WEATHER AND THE DAWN OF MAN AND EVEN WHEN HIS REIGN WOULD END WE TALKED ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD
AND HOW MY PARENTS NEVER UNDERSTOOD

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

ALL THE GRIEVING WITHOUT MEANING
AND THE HEARTACHE EACH DAY BRINGS
MAKE THEMSELVES....FELT THROUGH THE VOICES FOREVERMORE REVERBERATING WITHOUT END, A SINGLE VOICE BECOMES A FLOOD (ARE YOU INSANE? THIS IS THE GAME OF EVIL V GOOD)

BUT ALL HIS SMOOTH AND REHEARSED LINE OF PATTER ONLY SERVES TO MAKE HIS WALLET EVER FATTER
IT DOESN'T STOP THE CHIT-CHAT CHATTER CHATTER LIKE WATER TORTURE IN MY HEAD

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MY TRAIN OF THOUGHTS
HIS TRAIN OF WORDS
COLLIDE INSIDE....MY ONE-TRACK-MIND MY WORLD COLLAPSES AROUND MY EARS MY MIND RETREATS TO THE EARLY YEARS
FREUDIAN LIPS (REPEATED)
TO THE EARLY YEARS (REPEATED)

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FREUDIAN LIPS vocal

Don’t be fooled by musicians who click your tune’s like button, or even share your tune; chances are they never listened—only relevant feedback proves they did!

LAPEDO CHILD

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

FROM ONE END OF THE SPECTRUM TO THE OTHER!

2ND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP