SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

IT’S KEEPING ME AWAKE

SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE ME
SOMETHING I JUST CAN’T DESCRIBE
SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE ME
SOMETHING I JUST CAN’T DESCRIBE

IT’S KEEPING ME AWAKE…..IT FEELS SO GOOD
IT’S A FEELING I CAN’T DESCRIBE
IT’S KEEPING ME AWAKE…..IT FEELS SO GOOD
IT’S A FEELING I CAN’T DESCRIBE

SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE
A FEELING HARD TO DESCRIBE
EXPLOSIONS OF EMOTION
FEEDING THE PERMANENT HIGH

NO MORE ROLLERCOASTER RIDE
JUST A NEVER EBBING EVER FLOWING TIDE
ONE MORE FIX OF ECSTACY
AND THE GATE WILL OPEN WIDE

STOP GO STOP
STOP GO STOP
STOP STOP
STOP GO STOP

SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE ME
SOMETHING I JUST CAN’T DESCRIBE
SOMETHING DEEP INSIDE ME
SOMETHING I JUST CAN’T DESCRIBE

IT’S KEEPING ME AWAKE…..IT FEELS SO GOOD
IT’S A FEELING I CAN’T DESCRIBE
IT’S KEEPING ME AWAKE…..IT FEELS SO GOOD
IT’S A FEELING I CAN’T DESCRIBE

KEEPING ME AWAKE
IT’S KEEPING ME AWAKE

IT'S KEEPING ME AWAKE (THE KIND OF FEELING YOU CAN'T DESCRIBE) w.i.p.

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

LIFE SEEMS SWEET WHEN YOU'VE NOTHING LEFT

SOMETIMES WHEN I WANNA' CRY
TEARS BEGIN AND THEN THEY DIE
SOMETIMES WHEN I WANT TO CRY

SOMETIMES I JUST WANNA' SHOUT
WON'T SOMEBODY LET ME OUT
SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO SHOUT

SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO SCREAM
IN HEAVANS NAME, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN

I WANT TO SCREAM

I JUST WANT
I JUST WANT
I WANT TO SCREAM

I JUST WANT
I JUST WANT
I WANT TO SCREAM


SOMETIMES WHEN I TAKE A DRINK
ALL MY TROUBLES SEEM TO SHRINK
ONCE AGAIN I'M IN THE PINK

SOMETIMES WHEN I TRY TO THINK
DRAMA FILLS THE KITCHEN SINK
FINGERNAILS ARE ON THE BRINK

SOMETIMES WHEN I TRY TO SPEAK
VOCAL CORDS PLAY HIDE AND SEEK
VOWELS REVERB FROM CHEEK TO CHEEK

SOMETIMES WHEN I WISH TO GRIN
MEMORIES COME FLOODING IN

SOMETIMES WHEN I WISH TO DREAM
VOICES IN THE ATTIC SCREAM
GUILT RETURNS ME TO THE SCENE

SOMETIMES WHEN I WISH FOR DEATH
I HESITATE AND TAKE A BREATH
LIFE SEEMS SWEET WHEN THERE'S NOTHING LEFT

LIFE SEEMS SWEET (WHEN YOU'VE NOTHING LEFT) voc

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

MY MIND HAS GOT THE BEST OF ME
PROTESTING THAT I’M CONTRARY
BUT WHO AM I TO DISAGREE
SO MUCH BETTER TO BE CIRCUMSPECT
THAN OVERSTEP SOME SACRED BOUNDARY

MY HEAD CONTAINS AN OCEAN
ONE THATS CONSTANTLY IN MOTION
AND AMIDST ALL THIS COMMOTION
I NEVER GET TO BE THE MAN I WANT TO BE

NOW BATS ARE IN THE BELFRY
LOCKED AWAY IN MY MEMORY
WITH ONLY ROCKS FOR COMPANY
CONCEALED UNDER A LOCK OF SHIFTING HAIR


ACCESSED WITH THE TWIST OF A SKELETON KEY

MY MIND, MY MIND

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN
SO I’M….NEVER ALONE

NEVER HAVE TO THINK FOR MYSELF
OR LOOK AFTER MY HEALTH
CAN JUST GO WITH THE FLOW
SIMPLY SAY, I DONT KNOW
SPEND THE DAY STARING OUT OF THE WINDOW

I’M OUT OF MY MIND

EARNED LONG AGO TO KEEP MY PLACE
TO NEVER SHOW MY REAL FACE
TO DO SO WOULD DISTURB THE FLOW
TO DO SO WOULD OPEN THE WINDOW

MY MIND, MY MIND

I ONLY HAVE ONE MEMORY
THE DAY I CHOSE TO DISAGREE
I BEGGED TO DIFFER, FOOLISHLY
AND PAID THE PRICE EMPHATICALLY

MY MIND, MY MIND

MY SILVER LINED MIXED UP MIND
CAN SOMETIMES LAG BEHIND
WITHOUT WARNING, EVERY MORNING
HE KEEPS PULLING DOWN THE BLINDS


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 :)

MY MIND HAS A MIND OF ITS OWN

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
>
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
>
MY MEMORY IS HAZY
MY THOUGHTS A DEEPER BLUE
MY DIAGNOSIS, CRAZY,
AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU
>
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 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 inst

IT'S ALL ABOUT SAVING FACE (vocal to SYNTHETIC MEN OF MARS)

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

TWO-WAY TV EYE

TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DOOMSDAY

WHEN YOU MEET MY EYES
WHEN YOU MEET MY EYES

DON’T TELL ME YOU FEEL LOW
WHEN YOU KNOW IT ISN’T TRUE
DON’T TELL ME THIS IS SO
WHEN YOU KNOW IT ISN’T IN YOU

TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY

WHEN YOU MEET MY EYES
KIND OF LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE
WHEN YOU MEET MY EYES
PENETRATING MY MIND

DON’T TELL ME THAT WE’RE THROUGH
WHEN YOU KNOW IT ISN’T TRUE
DAY OR NIGHT THE SKY IS BLUE
JUST AS LONG AS WE CONTINUE

TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY

WHEN YOU MEET MY EYES
KIND OF LIKE A BOLT FROM THE BLUE
PENETRATING MY MIND

IT’S SO DIFFICULT TO DEAL WITH SORROW
LET’S WAIT UNTIL IT GOES AWAY
WOULD BE THERE IF WE FACE TOMORROW
AND THINK OF THIS ANOTHER DAY

TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY

TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DOOMSDAY

WE ARE THE GODS OF MARS

WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS

WE ARE THE GODS OF MARS
WE CAME FROM THE STARS
WE ARE THE MASTER RACE WHO WENT TOO FAR

ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS BIZARRE
WE LEAVE THE DOOR AJAR
IN CASE THIS SHANGRILAH SLIPS INTO A
MONOPHONIC, CATATONIC, COMA

SOMEWHERE IN TIME AND SPACE
WE WILL REVEAL OUR FACE
BUT BEFORE EACH FALL FROM GRACE
WE LEAP FROM PLACE TO PLACE

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

WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS

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

WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS

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

WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS

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

WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS

WE....ARE....THE GODS OF MARS - SELFISH JEAN GENIE

JEAN GENIUS

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY NEVER SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND
WHAT WAS GOING ON IN YOUR MIND

DISMISSED YOU
SAID, THEY WOULDN’T MISS YOU
CURSED THE GROUND YOU WALKED UPON
FROM FATHER DOWN TO FATHER’S SON
NOT A CURSE PASSED DOWN TO YOUR ISSUE

SECOND COMING OFF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS IS ART, THIS ISN’T ROCK & ROLL

BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN
BORN AGAIN….BOWIE
BORN….AGAIN

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
JUST BECAUSE THEY, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY
THEY HAD, THEY HAD NOTHING TO SAY

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
THIS AIN’T ROCK & ROLL, THIS IS GENOCIDE

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT
SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP
HE WAS NEVER HEAVEN SENT
REPRESENTS A GENERATION THAT WON’T REPENT

BORN AGAIN BOWIE (SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP)

SPECTRUM OF EMOTIONS

I...WOULD...NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU
CAN'T YOU SEE I WOULDN'T LIE
I...WOULD...NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU
CAN'T YOU SEE I WOULDN'T LIE

I...WOULD...NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU
CAN'T YOU SEE I WOULDN'T LIE
I...WOULD...NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU
CAN'T YOU SEE I WOULDN'T LIE

I...WOULD...NEVER LIE TO YOU
EVEN THOUGH YOU PUT ME THROUGH
A SPECTRUM OF EMOTIONS
I...WOULD...NEVER LIE TO YOU
EVEN THOUGH YOU BROKE MY HEART
AND DOUBLE-CROSSED THE OCEAN

I...I SPEAK THE TRUTH
I WOULD NEVER LIE TO YOU
WHEN LOVE RUNS DEEP
WHEN LOVE RUNS DEEPER
DEEPER THAN THE OCEANS
TRUE TO SAY YOU OWN THIS SOUL'S EMOTIONS
WOULD I EVER LIE TO YOU

I...WOULD...NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU
CAN'T YOU SEE I WOULDN'T LIE
I...WOULD...NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU
CAN'T YOU SEE I WOULDN'T LIE

I...WOULD...NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU
CAN'T YOU SEE I WOULDN'T LIE
I...WOULD...NEVER EVER LIE TO YOU
CAN'T YOU SEE I WOULDN'T LIE

BREAK

I...I SPEAK THE TRUTH
I WOULD NEVER LIE TO YOU
WHEN LOVE RUNS DEEP
WHEN LOVE RUNS DEEPER
DEEPER THAN THE OCEANS
TRUE TO SAY YOU OWN THIS SOUL'S EMOTIONS
WOULD I EVER LIE TO YOU

SPECTRUM OF EMOTIONS

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)
>
KONG….WOOH
>
RKO RADIO; I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
>
KING KONG….WOOH
>
I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE
>
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
>
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
.
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
>
WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS
>
WE ARE THE GODS OF MARS
WE CAME FROM THE STARS
WE ARE THE MASTER RACE WHO WENT TOO FAR
>
ALTHOUGH IT SOUNDS BIZARRE
WE LEAVE THE DOOR AJAR
IN CASE THIS SHANGRILAH SLIPS INTO A
MONOPHONIC, CATATONIC, COMA
>
SOMEWHERE IN TIME AND SPACE
WE WILL REVEAL OUR FACE
BUT BEFORE EACH FALL FROM GRACE
WE LEAP FROM PLACE TO PLACE
>
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
>
WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS
>
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
>
WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS
>
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
>
WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS
>
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
>
WE….ARE….THE GODS OF MARS

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

EIGHT JUDGEMENT DAYS A WEEK
>
I JUDGE THE WORLD
I JUDGE THE PEOPLE
>
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

In the WRONG PLACE at THE WRONG TIME with THE WRONG MINDSET, apparently making THE #WRONG #MUSIC, but it feels #RIGHT to ME!

Highly unlikely more than one of my tunes will ever be heard by more than a handful of listeners, so just for the record here is an incomplete list of artists my music has been compared to by other musicians, depending on which tunes they heard, StevenVellou (Gothic Funk)

RESIDENTS, PHILIP GLASS, DAVID BYRNE, FRANK ZAPPA, THE BEATLES, BAUHAUS, SISTERS OF MERCY, DAVID BOWIE, LOU REED, CAPTAIN BEEFHEART, PARLIAMENT, SYD BARRETT, PINK FLOYD, PSYCHIC TV, NEU, MOMUS, MINISTRY, CHARLES IVES, BEACH BOYS, KINKS, THE FALL, JOY DIVISION, DEPECHE MODE, GARY NUMAN, LEONARD COHEN, STONE ROSES, GIORGIO MORODER, GEORGE CLINTON, THE CURE, DALIS CAR, JOHN ASTLEY, KILLING JOKE, ALIEN SEX FIEND, ROBERT FRIPP, DEVO, B52’s, IAN CURTIS, FAD GADGET, TALKING HEADS, GORILLAZ, MIKE PATTON, JON ZORN, LES CLAYPOOL, STEVEN REICH, TOM WAITS, THE EX, TOM CORA, THE CAKE, NAPOLEON XIV, KEVIN AYERS, ROXY MUSIC, FRANK TOVEY, RUPERT HINES, ROBYN HITCHCOCK, DEVIN TOWNSEND PROJECT, SPARKS, BILL NELSON, JOHN CALE, TRIO, JULIAN COPE, HEAVEN 17, LLOYD COLE, TUBEWAY ARMY, FRONT 242, NITZER EBB, COCKNEY REBEL, SHRIEKBACK, VICTOR SNOW, GORDON LIGHTFOOT, THE THE, BABYBIRD, JOHN LENNON, ULTRAVOX, DAN DEACON, BACH, SQUEEZE, ANDREW ELDRITCH, IGGY POP, MIDNIGHT OIL, BILLY CHILDISH, BUTTHOLE SURFERS, VELVET UNDERGROUND, LOVE AND ROCKETS, ART OF NOISE, LOOK PEOPLE, CABARET VOLTAIRE, PRODIGY, et al.
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Don't take sides and I'll respect you for it; take sides and I'll treat you with the same contempt I treat anyone with a mob mentality, because mob mentality invariantly betrays an underlying intolerant right-wing mentality!
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#SUPPORT gathers #MOMENTUM when #RECIPROCATED!
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My tunes are ten times better than you might imagine!
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A lack of listens proves nothing, other than the fact that no one is finding your tunes; it does not prove, as some believe, that your tunes must be crap, so don’t ever take such a ridiculous notion on board—on an internet FLOODED with music no listens rarely has anything to do with the quality of your music, your creative talent, is almost always down to the fact that the right audience can’t find your music, because finding it is now as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack!
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SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE, EVERYTHING FOR SOMEONE!
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For diversity and consistency, I am not hesitant in saying my Soundcloud pages house the most inventive creations on here. There are others making fabulous tunes, but no one is more prolific while maintaining a high standard of pole to pole invention, and that applies to the lyrics too. I won't escape obscurity and oblivion, but that proves nothing, the internet is way, way, WAY overcrowded with unsigned music, way too much mediocre stuff, which obscure anything exceptional out there; the wood hidden away behind lots and lots and LOTS of trees, and no one has the time to look for needles in haystacks, to find a diamond in the rough, it's just way too big a task, not humanely possible!

INVENTIVE, AUTHENTIC, DIVERSE MUSIC, INVENTIVE, AUTHENTIC, IMAGINATIVE LYRICS, but those are the last things the vast majority of listeners are looking for these days!
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Me, I'm awestruck by musicians who can't be pigeonholed, who don't conform to any borders, who don't think about which direction each new creation will take, they just go wherever that creativity takes them; pure, on the fly, innovation, imperfect but 100% authentic, as far a way from manufactured, recipe book, regurgitation, as it is possible to get, totally unforced, inspirational and way, way, WAY outside the box! There ought to be a place for such creativity, there was at one time, but a mercenary music industry put an end to that, leaving us with a situation where those who deserve the most adoration for the talents receive the least!
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Will this ever change, will a yearning for TRUE underground, creativity unique to the individual, ever return, or has the spoon-feeding gone to far this time, is its grip so vicelike nothing can break it!
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I make #INVISIBLE music, perhaps it feels that way to you too!
#Overlooked, #Underrated, Dismissed Without A Listen!
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When Soundclouders follow me or click like without leaving feedback, what is it they are hoping for? That I come listen to their tunes and heap praise on them, what? I mean really, what is the point of following someone, what is the point of liking one of their tunes, if you don't actual think they are deserving of feedback, if you don't think the tunes are as good as what you do???

EXPLODING THE MYTH THAT UNSIGNED IS UNSIGNED BECAUSE IT’S INFERIOR TO SIGNED MUSIC!

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UNTIL this MYTH is blown out of the water we don’t have a cat in hells chance of breaking through. #TheMyth  is the BIGGEST obstacle that stands in our way, it is the FIRST hurdle we must get over, it is the message that should be going #VIRAL, it’s down to each & every one of you to make that happen!
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#ExplodeTheMyth
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Listening to just one of my tunes tells you nothing about my creative approach, listening to ten of my tunes will still tell you very little, listen to a hundred of my tunes and the penny will start to drop, but it's only after hearing 500+ of my creations and collaborations that your eyes will widen in amazement! 
However, if you don't have unlimited eclectic taste none of that applies, and the reality is, who, in this world, is going to listen to every tune I've created, no one--if even one tune is heard from beginning to end it's a minor miracle, because sadly, there is a belief that unsigned means inferior, but I've heard enough tunes by the rest of you guys to know that's a myth, that's bullshit, we create some of the most inventive, authentic, imaginative tunes out there!
Give me unsigned, independent and underground music over signed, safe, predictable, recipe book, music any day of the week!
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I MAKE TUNES NO ONE WILL EVER LISTEN TO!
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Some musicians & music fans don’t want to hear music from the past because they would have to acknowledge IT’S ALL BEEN DONE BEFORE!
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Finally come to terms with the fact that I'm PLAYING TO AN AUDIENCE OF ONE, and even I have to FORCE myself to listen!!!
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My music and lyrics are all about different, but if no one listens no one will EVER know! 
#StevenVellou

I CREATE TUNES ON THE FLY; NO FORMULA, NO PLAN, NO DIRECTION; THEY JUST HAPPEN--I'M IGNORANT OF THE RULES INVOLVED IN THE MUSIC MAKING PROCESS, SO I'M NOT BOXED IN BY THEM, WHICH IS WHY THEY ARE SO VARIED AND UNPREDICTABLE!
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Meaningful yet tongue-in-cheek tunes that can’t be #PIGEONHOLED!
Great production ISN'T my forte, accomplished musicianship ISN'T my forte but #UndergroundInvention, #InfiniteDimensions & LYRICS are!
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Now I don't personally believe I'm in the same league as #Bowie, other than my lyrics, more often than not, making more sense, but I do think I share his ability to adapt to different genres, and his endless, diverse, creativity, just not quite on the same level.
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I'm not proficient/accomplished on instruments, & I have other musical limitations, but most genres come natural to me, and I much prefer having that unforced ability to being highly accomplished on instruments, highly polished on production, or having the perfect voice!
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If I didn't feel I had my own approach, if my music was easy to pigeonhole, I would have quit music a long time ago!
Never been about fame & fortune, just about pushing the boundaries without actually intending to push the boundaries; creativity that's second nature not formula! 
Yes, I want to reach an audience but making money from my music means nothing to me!
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NOT saying I’m THE MOST #talented musician on music promotion sites but I will say I’m one of the most #UNDERRATED! Even so, I would much rather be underrated than overrated!
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SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP

GOTHIC FUNK