Written in India during a long distance relationship, one friend described it as 'Tom Waits with a Mariachi band'.  😄

Always slow like molasses in my skin
When she appears the blood begins to thin
The way she moves the sultry song that she sings
Remove the clothes and the heat yet further clings
The tiger is upon us
Pisces mythical saunas
Kitanyas
Kitanyas
Blood is boiled beyond hope
A shower in water to try and cope
If this is sin then I go to hell
A cooler place for me to dwell
Kitanyas
Kitanyas

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Kitanyas

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. 

    Strange, comforting, a funny tickly feeling just prior to the first wave of psychedelic introspection, a paradox on a long pier, and you sold all of your bananas on the last boat to Puerto Rico

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