maytal aisha

the ska rhythm very friendly, background;

don't ask me how i got my name,

don't ask me how i got on the telly,

it ain't right, that place is for sneaks and criminals,

gods and entertaining fake stories,

preaching and attempts at conversion:

wit into shit.

intensity screaming like lit bonfire,

stuttering metal tears for fun,

jumping arpeggios clattering on tin roofs,

confusion, beats and confusion,

lovely confusing beats for warmth,

comforting screams, because they harmonize

interfere constructively.