The Night Before KISSmasThe Night Before KISSmas/KISS Saves Santaby Alec Damiano © 12/24/2010'Twas the night before KISSmas, and all through the dayAce Frehley was blasting his rockets awayAnd then came the news that Santa was kidnappedPeter Criss awoke so enraged from his Cat-napMrs. Claus knew that her husband had goneWalking in the forest after drinking egg-nogUpon the KISS-copter hopped the Starchild and DemonTo save Santa before the pterodactyls would eat himCatman and Spaceman were tagging alongAce with his Gibson singing a songThe Demon said "This is no time to play"Because he knew KISS had to save Christmas dayAbove the North
Silhouetto of a ManA Silhouetto of a Man© Alec Damiano, 2009My Fairy King of the Land of RhyeSings the greatest songsStrikes some chords up on the pianoAnd wants you all to sing alongHe’s wrapped in a white feather boaOr wears silver sequined tightsThat glisten as he prances roundThe stage illuminated with dew-drop lightsHis hair runs down his gentle headLike onyx poison or fine-aged rumAnd sparkles in the fairy-nightInviting all of you to comeWhen his royal band strikes the final noteAnd it is time to sleepThe musicians never rest a winkCos they indulge in pleasures deepHis Majesty, you would assumeHas a husband
Ode to Ozzy OsbourneOde to Ozzy Osbourne© Alec Damiano, 2011I'm not the kind of person you think I amI'm not the Antichrist or the Iron ManI have skeletons locked up in my brainFrom going off the rails of life's Crazy TrainI was born in a town, Aston was its nameThe fate of those living there would all be the sameWorking machinery till one dropped deadBut I'd do something special, my old man had saidI sang with Black Sabbath and made it aloneBut never forgot my past from my Heavy Metal throneMy folks were barely able to buy me some shoesI've been blamed for devil-worship, though it was untrueI've eaten cabbage boiled in Brillo Pa
Why I Hate Today's MusicWhy I Hate Today's "Music"by Alec Damiano, ©2011Why is so much talentless dreg pumped through the airwaves and shoved down our throats? Once upon a time, being a successful musician consisted of actually being able to play a musical instrument. Singers could actually sing and did not rely on computers in order to sound decent. Less young people are listening to mainstream radio today and more are tuning into indie, classic rock, and old-school rap music. Instead of relying on the Billboard Top 100 for musical guidance, teenagers are using YouTube to discover artists that they feel are actually worth their time. The music industry ha
Be Free To YourselfBe Free to YourselfBy: Alec Damiano © 2010 Seventh grade was hell. I can still remember that windy October afternoon as if it were yesterday. The cold teal tile of the middle-school floor; the blur of white and purple polo shirts caging me in a circle--taunting and laughing at me as if I were some primitive animal and they were demonic kindergarteners on their field trip to the zoo. The day's marching band practice was a side-show for them; the sole female drummer dragging herself on the floor, dusting the hall with her uniform. I was like a dog whose kid owner would not return them their chew toy--or better yet--like a snake that ha
Bipolar Rock and RollBipolar Rock and Roll© Alec Damiano - June 6, 2010I cannot write a mainstream songMy influences are all mixed inFrom Ozzy Osbourne, Queen, and KISSTo Vivaldi and ZeppelinI cannot write a mainstream songAs simple as can beI'll start to write a balladAnd end up with a symphonyI used to think I failed at guitarTill I started to write a songTried to write some simple bluesBut made an opus ten minutes longPeople think I'm crazy I write bipolar rock and rollThough both things may be trueIt is the language of my soulI cannot write a mainstream songNo matter how hard I try Don't wanna bother with reviews
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