Creep Steve (Right Click/Save to File to Download)
So this is Creep Steve, the final vers
ion. It features a (IMO STELLAR) special guest appearance by my buddy W. Mark Wilson on guitar. I got a ton of great mix advice from Jim, Mike and Dave on this one – and I used it as a learning experience to try and up my game and get better quality mixes.
Creep Steve kept his beard clipped neat
His corporate ladder was your hierarchy of need
Spewed fresh critique as the plot unfolded
If it breathed he had to control it
Creep Steve, Creep Steve, Creep Steve
Creep Steve was really living now
Beating dead horses and worshipping cows
rolled like Beethoven in his crypt of a mind
malformed, abstract, impossibly blind
So myself and a crew of like-minded assassins
waited in ambush to kick his tight ass in
We opened maws and we sharpened our tongues
Distilled cannons, dictates and fact sheets
We filled vials with head lice and malice
We lit torches just to storm his palace
Dermo, Davy, Ska and I were tossed
When Steve didn’t show and our paths didn’t cross
He was off, he was gone and we were lost
We were lost…
