Name: ...and then she slapped my face
Duration: 4 min 54 s
Channel: Martin Holsinger, BMI
Description: License options are available for this song. a song about how scents trump sense....

...and then she slapped my face

brother martin and the intangibles

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a song about how scents trump sense....

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brother martin and the intangibles

psychedelic semi-acoustic folk rock with a conscience, a beat, and a smile

There's nothing I'd rather do than play music. I write my own songs, but also enjoy playing the work of Kate Wolf, Richard Thompson, the Grateful Dead, and many other musicians too numerous to mention. The songs I write tap into the same veins of insight, inspiration, and ecstasy that my favorite musicians channel so well.

Song Info

Genre

Jazz • Jazz Vocals

Charts

#298 in subgenre Peak #13

Charts

Peak #92

Author

Martin Holsinger, BMI

Rights

martin holsinger

Uploaded

December 13, 2008

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.5 MB • 128 kbps • 4:54

Story behind the song

this was inspired by a former housemate of mine who never became a matemate, which, considering her champagne tastes and my beer pocketbook, was probably a good thing...but a guy can't help but dream, can he?

Lyrics

you got a right to feel so proud
you're such a pretty cloud
sailin' through the blue sky of my life
altho you seem a solid being
your appearance is deceiving
you're evaporating everyhwhere you go

i feel so glad to see you
and when i get close to you
your most delightful scent pervades my mind
your chemical allure
makes me want to explore
the myriad subtleties of your
femininity

i'd love for you
to have a few on me
i'd love for my caress to
set you free

you electrical concrescence
i'd love to taste your essence
i'd love to mix my molecules with yours
let's take a long slow afternoon world tour

but you remain evasive
how can i be persuasve?
just thinking of you
makes my pulse run higher
with the squirrely thrill
of unfulfilled desire
how can we get from frying pan to fire?

so i'm hoping this vibration
this musical sensation
will realign your electricity

but i bet this little stunt
is way, way, way too blunt
i'll never taste your other word
that rhymes with that
oh, come on, baby, let me
pet your cat
if you want me i will gladly
wear a hat

but if i never drive your car
i still love you as you are
and i guess you're just
the one that got away
at least in this particular act
of the play
the sight of you just brightens up my day
although i know your body's
only mortal clay
and that is all that i
have got to say

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