Hot Stalker! Cuz she is. Cabaret fun. If you like this dark and catchy stuff, spread it like the plague!
Notes:
1))The etchings are very old actually. They were done by Harry Clarke in the late nineteenth century for the Edgar Allan Poe collection Tales of Mystery and Imagination.
2)The Bull is in front of the New York Stock Exchange, the dyke is in the Netherlands
3)The rocks are pictures of the Hope Slide. On January 9, 1965, a landslide in Hope B.C. covered 3.2 km of highway in up to 70m of stone. Four people died, two were never found.
4) The fire happened just up the street from me at Pender and Clark in early July (for those in East Van). More pictures of the fire and all the cool photos I got when I broke into the place a week later are in other videos.
Hot Stalker!
Lyrics, guitar, beat-boxing by CJ Leon
She cut right through my stride,
forced her tail through my gait.
In a subway exchange,
the next day we made a date.
As we stood on her porch
I asked a hug goodnight.
She jumped in a police cruiser
and screamed My God, hes got a knife!
Two bull-dyke cops
ordered me Shut up and sit down!
caught gist of flail,
shared a look, and sauntered round.
Do you love this girl?
I said Well, geez, I dont know.
She said If I were you, son
Id let this one go!
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem
if I wanted to talk to her.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem,
if I didnt wanna rocker world.
She used two rolls of tissue
each and every single day.
Blasting Tool at 3 am
she got me kicked from my place.
I came home late and drunk,
she clawed my skin like a cat.
Now she needs a new phone number
everytime she wants to chat.
Cause I started getting
6 messages a day like
You were life inside me.
Now youve thrown me away!
and Was I just a warm body?
Want the truth? Truth be told:
Baby, you were so hot
you could have been cold.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem
if I wanted to talk to her.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem,
if I didnt wanna rocker world.
Shes got sea-green eyes
and a wavering glare,
voluptuous hips kissed
by long brown hair.
She covers her curves
bust-to-ankle black lace.
She put her face in my head
with my head in her face.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem
if I wanted to talk to her.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem,
if I didnt wanna rocker world.
Would that be so wrong?
Would she get the wrong idea?
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem
if I wanted to talk to her.
I
Ive got a hot stalker.
It wouldnt be a problem,
if I didnt wanna fuck'er.
I love your sense of humour! And watching you cook. So your flambeed celery (?) and potato eyes over my morning coffee and brekkie was a charming treat.
queenofcrows 2 years ago
That flambee was not a flambee but a kitchen hazard.
thesurrationalone 2 years ago