Oh, King Swamp, this is what I’m talkin’ ’bout! Just like yesterday’s song, this one could have been released in 1989 or yesterday. It still sounds as great as it did the only time I really heard it on the radio, which was this particular recording. I really do think that the next couple of tapes I recorded off the radio in the summer of ’89 were kind of the sweet spot in my radio-taping days. Listening to this one again, it feels like the transition between the Van Halens and Tommy Conwells of the ’80s and the Nirvanas and the Pearl Jams of the ’90s. Solid rock with great hooks and some above-average lyrics. Of course, this is coming from a guy who’s really just pulling stuff out of his nether regions, so take that for what it’s worth, King Swamp, but the bottom line is that this was a great rock song with an awesome chorus. I didn’t know all the actual words to that chorus until just now, but it was well worth the wait. Keep on rockin’, King Swamp.
“Is This Love?”
Who or what was I before ya came into my life, I am not sure
You opened up a brand new part’a me
When you opened up the door
Well, time has slipped away
I am livin’ in a changeless state of now
I’d like to pay a visit to my former self, but I don’t know how
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is it
Just a drug
I cannot get enough of
Hooked by the pusher in a small black dress, I say yeah
Ooo, oh yeah
I have to reassess
All the values that have brought me down this road
The independent man against the benefits
Of sharin’ the loooad
I’m thinkin’ of children
Thinkin’ of mirrors and lies
I’m questionin’
Everythin’ I once held sacred in my life
Ohhhh
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is it
Just a drug
I cannot get enough of
Hooked by the pusher in a small black dress, I say yeah
Ooo ooo yeah
<awesome King Swamp jam>
Well, a certain chemical is released into the bloodstream when we meet
Inducin’ a feelin’ of well being
That everything’s complete, yeah
Lord, I cannot abuse
Or refuse
The feelin’ of the rush
It’s comin’ on so strong when we kiss
And ooo when we touch
Ohhhh, is this love?
Is this love?
Is this love?
Is it
Just a drug
I cannot get enough of
Hooked by the pusher in a small black dress, I say yeah
Ooo ooo yeah
Is this love, yeah
Is this love, yeah
Mixed Tape Masterpiece 