HATE TO LOVE
Chiseler
– Experimental Artist
Ska Song | HATE TO LOVE by Chiseler | Free Download
Jim Quiero, put the Q in LGBTQ, on drums, guitar, vocals, bass. a song he crafted about a girl he used to know in college, and sat in a absent minded math professor class with her, and she never paid any attention to Jim Quiero
Chiseler
In 2002, I used to think this was Punk, but as it turns out it wasn’t. I may have created
"Gutter is not a mainstream interdisciplinary revolution (!) and I highly doubt Stevie has all this "professional" experience, including with "celebrities" - everything included herein hither reeking of mediocrity, immaturity, pranksterism, amateurism."
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Non Euclidian
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Blues Rock, Alternative Metal, Art Rock, Experimental, Nintendocore, Noise Rock, Ska;
Something Thick.
Independent artist Chiseler drops "HATE TO LOVE", a Ska track on SoundClick. The arrangement reflects a careful attention to detail that rewards repeated listening. The track has a dancefloor-ready quality that makes it easy to connect with. "HATE TO LOVE" has peaked at number 3 on the SoundClick Ska chart. Chiseler continues to build a Ska catalog on SoundClick, one of the longest-running platforms for independent artists. Free MP3 download available for this track on SoundClick.
Story behind the song
fresh cumshot
hate to love
shut up!
was about that same girl, off the driving thru gary album.
Lyrics
sex sells, but frankenstoner never f*** ed this girl, so she never actually got a fresh cumshot from frankie, in reality. a song is just a f*** ing song. she was a stuck up red-haired b*** , as it turned out later. fresh cumshot was about a girl, her, that i'd walk down the street with her, and she'd constantly tell me about how great all her friends were, but i was right there, and she didn't give a damn about me. then shut up! was about her, as we walked down the street, and if it rained or if wind blowed, she would get all pissy, and start running for a building, because she would b*** about her hair, and makeup, getting messed up, if one drop of rain hit it. i got annoyed by her pretty fast. she was my first love, even though she didn't love me. after her, and my heart was crushed for about a year there, i stopped giving a f*** , after that, or did i? tee hee hee. no but i really did stop giving a f*** after that, girls just became like pieces of meat to my crushed soul, and mentality. america ran me ragged, and turned me into a socio-mc-path, virtually, i've been abused, and crushed by so many, not only girls, early on in the year 2000. this girl was a virgin, and later claimed she f*** ed her professor, or something, some assistant professor she had some crush on, that was pretty lame, but she laughed at me for like an hour when i confessed my love to her one night, in her college dorm, I finally grew up the balls, to come out and say it, when I couldn't all those little sort of dates we had before that, where she drove me to graveyards, and to old movie theatres to watch some quills movie, and bukowski. she smoked clove cigarettes in the fall air, and stayed up all night.
