nEko Soto and The Bastards

[a song she knew we knew]

the music to be heard had been consumed by the song in her head
and the lyric some preferred
was neglected to be said

as the words wilted with the trees through the wounded whisper of what once was
her eyes danced and waved
with the conviction she saved

we’d…

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An Ode to The Beast

For as long as I can remember

on many occasions

without warning

my mood would shift like the tide

as defeat and insecurity would mutiny like mad souls with a sinister smile

They’d forcibly grab the helm

and redirect my sails in opposition to the wind

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Review of KTO

Reblogged from The East Coast Fling:

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The website SYFFAL (Shut Your Fucking Face and Listen) just reviewed our song Kathleen Turner Overdrive.  Who needs grammar and punctuation with reviews…

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Sometimes when people ask me who my biggest and greatest influence is as a musician, my answer is Bobby D., a.k.a. Robert De Niro.  People always assume I’m joking and I suppose to some extent I am, but the main point is that I’ve noticed a trend of…

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A Moment Alive

All these fools had umbrellas

As I casually walked

Through the torrential downpour

___

I felt free

As they did their best to avoid me

And the rain

___

I felt alive

___

If I’m a freak

So be it

They’re all deadbeats

___

I didn’t for a second think

That they shouldn’t have umbrellas

I only knew the option

Didn’t exist for me

Not today

___

You can cry in the rain

Without a soul knowing

You can laugh in the rain

Without the nuisance

Of having to explain why

You can wander in the rain

For no good reason

You can wonder in the rain

Strictly for the sake of wonderment

You can truly live

In the rain

If only for

A brief moment

___

Should you die in the rain

It may symbolize

A tragedy to some

But not to me

___

Give me the rain

So I can live forever

If only for

A moment

___

I’ll gladly settle

For the rain

For a moment

To feel alive

A Whiskey, A Fool

I awoke from my time travel to the realization that I had been talking to a piñata for the last four minutes.  This cute little bastard sucked me right in.  She was interesting and very colorful.  She told me she was gay so I told her I was sad.  She didn’t like my joke and for good reason, it was lame.  I told her that I have many gay friends, mainly men, but I do also have a couple of lesbian comrades as well.  I explained to her that the only problem I have with my lesbian friends is that they never sleep with me.  She didn’t like my humor.  I said, “Baby, let’s cut to the chase.  I’d really like to beat the crap out of you.”  I normally don’t speak to women in such a manner, but she was a piñata, and quite frankly, I thought it might turn her on.  Was she mute?  I’ll never know. 

I left her and began talking to a man in a suit.  His tie reminded me of a snake.  I asked him to hold my glass and walked away with no intention of returning.  I’m not a fan of snakes, especially when they’re better dressed than I.  That piñata was watching me from across the room, I could feel it, so I made sure I broke out my cool walk.  If there is anything that I am certain of, it is that I am very handsome from about ten yards away, especially in a dimly lit room.

I approached the bar. 

Whiskey. 

Give me the whiskey and shut up. 

What the hell has gotten into me? 

That’s no way to talk to a woman. 

Did I say that out loud? 

I’ll never know.

Smile, say thank you, and be on your way.  Wait a minute.  She smiled back.  My god, she is beautiful.  In that split second, I had fallen in love with the moment, the happening, the spontaneity, the exchange, our exchange.  I wasn’t lost in her eyes; I was actively wandering in them.  I had no direction on this journey, the destination was irrelevant.  Everything important was right in front of me.  It’s refreshing when you’re swept off of your feet, especially when you’re down on love the way I have been in recent times.  Being down on love is like having a glass of ice.  What good is the ice without the whiskey? 

I’m late for a prior engagement.  Time constraints are absurd, for our whole life is one giant time constraint.  I gathered my thoughts and walked out on love, just as love had walked out on me, without hesitation, without any qualms, without second guessing. 

Sometimes it does better not to know. 

This allows the imagination to run wild. 

I used to believe that love was eternal. 

Perhaps I still do, but I have my doubts. 

I winked at the piñata

from a distance,

and left the bar the same way I came in,

as a fool.

New York City, Wednesday

There was only one way I could get to New York City, and it was through the dragon’s dick.  I had no choice.  The band depended on me.  After I narrowly avoided the beasts’ beastly testicles, I regained consciousness in the East Village.  The fascists were everywhere.  They stared at me and poked at me with their dull intentions, but I had the upper hand; I was a stranger. 

Strangely enough there is a strange power a stranger possesses in the crowded city streets and I embrace it whole heartedly.  There’s a certain warmth, a certain sadness that’s refreshing, a calm, cool gentle breeze like that of one projected from the barrel of a warm gun.  I know something that the bastards don’t and they can’t take it from me, though they try, unsuccessfully.  These people think they’re beautiful but they’re vague, beige, alone, lost, ungrateful, mad, like me.  But I’m the stranger and I’m strangely aroused. 

There’s a beauty to the madness in the eye of the crowd on the busy sidewalks of New York City.  If you walk through the slaughter, you’ve earned whatever there is to be earned. 

I made the gig, time to plug in.