Heartbreak is a lover's game/Like a cold, cold rain
Yeah, boy. Wooo-hooo. Boy polesmokin' howdy. So, I posted a cool demo I did of New York songwriter Joe Cifarelli's superlative "Heartbreak" a bit of a time ago and pulled it seein' as it's making the rounds and it ain't my writing to do with as I please. Joe has th' ears of a lot of industry folk and I've just got that hit-making Midas touch so it's a good collab. Joe assures me that it's copyrighted and everything so I shall now repost it to th' delectation of dozens. Good stuff. Christ, I can't remember the last time I copyrighted anything. See, the Library Of Congress can basically do Ajax lines off my fuckin' scrote. They're part of the government so I'm not giving them either of my hard-earned motherfuckin' dollars.
If you want to steal my shit have fuckin' at it as far as I'm concerned. You'll just be shooting yourself in the foot: I've been commercial suicide longer than Brintey Schmears has been alive, man. Have at. Christ. I'll give you th' URL. You wanna make some money in this biz just fart in a bottle and have big fake tits. Stay the fuck away from my commercial nonviability, that's for sure.
And yeah, you're right. I guess I do sort of like it that way. Sure, I have to live in torture and die in ignominy but hey, that's pretty much everybody's story, right? What's that? It isn't? Hey, you know what seems like a cool band for youngsters? Take Back Sunday. Lead singer is really, really funny.
Anyway, so I'm doing a couple more things for Cifarelli, a pretty, poignant bluesy thing called "Rollin' And Tumblin'" that I'm treating to a sort of Stevie Wonder-by-way-of-"Still Crazy" Rhodes-led vibe and a very bluesy take of th' Robert Johnson story called "Delta Blues" that is getting a chickin lickin' acoustic slide to Zeppelin stomp whisper-to-a-scream sort of thing.
Will slap them up pronto. So, yeah- here's
"Heartbreak" by Joe Cifarelli.
Didn't work? Of course it didn't. Try this crap.
If you want to steal my shit have fuckin' at it as far as I'm concerned. You'll just be shooting yourself in the foot: I've been commercial suicide longer than Brintey Schmears has been alive, man. Have at. Christ. I'll give you th' URL. You wanna make some money in this biz just fart in a bottle and have big fake tits. Stay the fuck away from my commercial nonviability, that's for sure.
And yeah, you're right. I guess I do sort of like it that way. Sure, I have to live in torture and die in ignominy but hey, that's pretty much everybody's story, right? What's that? It isn't? Hey, you know what seems like a cool band for youngsters? Take Back Sunday. Lead singer is really, really funny.
Anyway, so I'm doing a couple more things for Cifarelli, a pretty, poignant bluesy thing called "Rollin' And Tumblin'" that I'm treating to a sort of Stevie Wonder-by-way-of-"Still Crazy" Rhodes-led vibe and a very bluesy take of th' Robert Johnson story called "Delta Blues" that is getting a chickin lickin' acoustic slide to Zeppelin stomp whisper-to-a-scream sort of thing.
Will slap them up pronto. So, yeah- here's
"Heartbreak" by Joe Cifarelli.
Didn't work? Of course it didn't. Try this crap.
1 Comments:
Brit-knee's left tit is worth more than you and I combined - plus the band and the songwriters and the rest of humanity.
Gee, I kinda think something is wrong with this picture but the authorities assure me that is not so.
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