SMOOTH COLD METAL
I feel my skin stretched across the bones of my hand.
All at once I look down, allow my eyes to gaze 
Upon the light reflecting off my fist
I tighten it. I tighten it again. And Again.
The smooth cold metal of the microphone, 
It's familiar to me. It feels like home. 
Kill it. Kill it. Kill it's how I live it.
Killing like I'm ill enough.
Killing like we're making love.
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(Note: In this case I am using the colloquial definition of "kill" or "kill it" which means "to be awesome" or "to do something very very well"... There is no negativity, violence, or death referenced in this song. On the contrary. All peace, power, control, universal respect. The "smooth cold metal" is NOT a gun - it is a microphone. This is a prayer for art/microphone to replace war/gun.)

SMOOTH COLD METAL 10

LOW TIDE

We'll make a run for it when it's low tide 
And see if we can make it to the other side
The truth's holding you
What kind of heavenly untruth's holding you?
My kind of heaven is you; holding you.
Now you know i never went out west and
Now you know I never held back love and
Now you know the sky is my medicine 
When the lights go down the night is calling

LOW TIDE

Songwriter and music producer. Founding member of cult electro rock duo Spalding Rockwell.

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