Hypnotist

A Burnt Toast (The Barfly's Ballad)
The lovely ladies lactate lager, 
That the lethargic leopards might, 
Lustily locate, Their libations alleviate, frustrations damage mitigation, 

(and he cries out) 
A burnt toast to you all, I'll walk until I crawl, 
Out of this hole in the wall, only to return, for the next daily burn

Small droplets form rivulets on the tongue, for every new dram is a ladder rung, to better ascend the heaven's of delerium, falling through the holes of a societal net, black jack danny's final bet, 
(and he cries out) 
A burnt toast to you all, I'll walk til I crawl, out of this hole in the wall, only to return, for the next daily burn 
(All together now!)
Pickled eggs and desperate joy, in a sparsely furnished room, forty percent to our heads, our salvation and our doom, forty percent to our heads, in a sparsely furnished room, 
Pickled eggs and desperate joy, Our salvation and our doom, 
Our salvation and our doom, Our salvation and our doom
E.Piano: Tom Horricks

A Burnt Toast (The Barfly's Ballad)

Like Steve Buscemi you broke the levy, Continuing to astound from the Pitcher's mound, yet you're the only one who could hit a home run, ninth inning and we've only just begun
See the results of the experiment, it gives off such a masochistic scent, tastes like blood, sweat and tears, with a hint of bank account in arrears, social fearrrsss

Vanilla Chinchilla lady killa swallow pilla to revilla tones of truity removing incongruity and further establish a state of balance,
This is your last chance, pay heed to the silent watcher's 
tarry not at silver-tongued talkers, laying both spells and curse,
Listen to the Universe

Lost souls, clinging to status quos, why am I so different?  Cross grain tattoo, ethers floating, which dimension applies to you?

My nose is clogged, my brain is fogged, my girl is dogged, 
What betta chedda to inhale wheneva, this shit is raw!

Sailing seas of pastime activities let's challenge our proclivity
to assail each other's symmetry, and wake in anothers arms,

I come bearing arms to further assault your charms, and strive to imbibe your diatribe, that I may fly as bird to sky and negate serious harm

I'm not you see strictly a soliloquy though I know, I could go another decade or so, to be you see, not another casualty of love and lost limbo's, stick and toss bimbos, timeless it would seem, this is quite the scene, yes the net is cast, though it feels we'll catch the past, let's ride this to the end, it's my turn to see how far you will bend, let's dance for everything sacred, I choose to do it naked, upon my death bury me in baby's breath and know I tried to make it

Lost souls, clinging to status quos, why am I so different?  Cross grain tattoo, ethers floating, which dimension applies to you?

Hip Happenstance

Mother Funker

Guadalupe (remix)

Out Of Frame

5 Years Old

Ke Yena The-Tripping Stebu- Gap [Soulful].wav

If you were sick, and I was around
I would make you, chicken soup
and put you to bed
and sing to you
call me, if you need, anything at all
call me, if you need, anything at all
and I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
she says we always were in,
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow

And then I woke up, all alone
I stayed in bed, no reason to get out
and I sent, a telepathic message
that said call me, if you need, anything at all
call me, if you need, anything at all
and I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
I stepped into, a new light
she says we always were in,
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow, a rainbow, a rainbow
a rainbow

Written in my teens, recorded in my 40's :p :D

she says

Scratching The Surface

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I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel

I NO LONGER FEAR THE RAZOR GUARDING MY HEEL

تنبور

Phineas Gauge, was a man who suffered a tragic accident when a railroad spike he was tampering explosives with, went through his skull. His personality changed. I liken the spike to music going through my skull and changing me in an utterly profound way.  I humbly invite you to better acquaint yourself with my rather eclectic music of which I am very passionate. It makes me think of mold growing atop a fancy pair of leather shoes while trudging through the jungle. It is like being huddled next to a trouble light for warmth, while sleeping in a rolled up rug in a garage, in the middle of winter. 

for further enquiry contact here or at: jesshorricks@gmail.com

she says

pH!ne@$ g@uGE

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