Q: What does a track recorded in two hours sound like?

A: A track recorded in two hours.

Screw it, it's New Year's Eve. Cheers to Tomorrow's Man, the Ed Wood of sultry music.

2016 recording of the Sylvia Plath poem, "Mad Girl's Love Song," produced, arranged, vox by Tomorrow's Man.

Avatar photography by Tomorrow's Man.

c. 1969 Creedence Clearwater Revival; lyrics by John Fogerty.

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"Red Light" written by Sioux/Severin, c. 1980 Polydor Records Ltd.

Note: Contains language that may not be considered appropriate and/or fathomable depending on your hangups, dogma, peer pressures, familial neuroses, existential crises, or general undefined genital anxiety.

Tomorrow's Man live spoken word at the Can Can, Seattle, WA., 22-Jan-2014. Videos of this set can be viewed here: https://vimeo.com/89632589

Includes the readings:

- Compliment

- Swell

- Reciprocity

- When You Sound Like Christmas

- Love Lies with Dirty Claws Like a Hungry Beast in Waiting

- Icicle

- Come Here Little One

- Love Poem

I couldn't resist.

From the forthcoming Tomorrow's Man album, "Amusing the Muses."

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From the forthcoming album "Amusing the Muses."

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Music and Lyrics © 1981 A&M Records, Inc.

Music by Stewart Copeland (Illegal Music, Inc. (BMI))

Lyrics by Sting (Chappell Music Co. (ASCAP))

He goes out at night with his big boots on

None of his friends know right from wrong

Beat a boy to death 'cause he don't belong

You've got to humanize yourself

A policeman put on his uniform

He got to have a gun just to keep him warm

Because violence here is a social norm

You've got to humanize yourself

Re-humanize yourself

I work all day at the factory

I'm building a machine that's not for me

There must be a reason that I can't see

You've got to humanize yourself

Billy's joined the National Front

He always was a little runt

He's got his hand in the air with the other cunts

You've got to humanize yourself

Re-humanize yourself

I work all day at the factory

I'm building a machine that's not for me

There must be a reason that I can't see

I got to humanize myself

Policeman put on his uniform

He got to have a gun just to keep him warm

Because violence here is a social norm

You've got to humanize yourself

Cover version of the classic by my eternal fellow Bostonians.

Written by Thomas Hamilton & Steven Tyler. (C) Music of Stage Three.

Damn mind = lost.