Haywire, (poetry with music) audio
“Haywire” Imagination run haywire Gossip evolved into paranoia. Spiritual Madness. Unseen eyes watching over me. Believing superstition. It’s like you are so hard, but it’s not true. Like you feel you are so hard, but it’s not true. Talking to the dead end side of pre-occupation, Decrepid, rotting. Unseen eyes watching over me. Running to hide. Moving to explore. Leaving all that is ever known. Desire. Simply stop. Imagination run haywire. My imagination running wild. Pre-occupation and Decrepid. You think you are […]
Experiment in Mind Control (music and poetry) audio
(original composition by lil mister ted) “Experiment in Mind Control” Thought is the response of memory, And if love is merely a memory, then obviously it is not the real thing. Thought accepts and denies. Thought accepts and denies. Love is not of time. We are in conflict. And conflict can arise. Goals divide. God accepts, but my love is not of time. My love is not of time. Thought accepts and denies.. But goals divide. Love is not of time. My […]
Spliced Up Punk Poem (audio)
disclaimer: Okay, I feel like this one is a complete disaster. Not what I intended at all. The words came out rather easily, wrote them down, and was too tired to make any music. So a few days later, I messed with it. Thinking , yeah I’ll make it a power punk song.. On empty stomach, I made lot of mistakes until I realized I must eat, and then call this Art (?) or Poetry (?) or Music (?). I know I’ll […]
Shot by Cobain
It was the old routine. Recreation group where we board the elevator down the first floor, exit, walk down 3 sets of cement stairs, cross the crosswalk, follow the center building for a jaunt, turn right, navigate a series of warehouses-where there’s always a puddle in the same spot regardless of rain or shine, across the railroad tracks, thru the grocery parking lots, across another street to a small park where we’d sit on park benches and smoke cigarettes until the group […]
Yoko at John’s Art Show
I learned from my friend Chris- a casual dressed loser who has a penchant for sex, violence, and being rude, no insulting- that John Lennon’s Art Exhibit was being held close by. We got in Chris’s car- black Mazda- and drove to the exhibit listening to the Julianna Hatfield 3, one of many Blake Babies spinoffs. We paid $2 to get in. The prints were first edition on REALLY nice rice paper, band signed or stamped by John’s special Japanese block insignia. […]
Artist- Ted Giffin - Musician 