Hot Chili

When I was a kid, nuclear annihilation was a real fear. I used to go to a lot of protests. Then, I sang a song about it.

Hot Chili

A giant fist pounds a sleeping child
A cloud of fire rises two miles high
I saw the reflection in your eyes
I saw the reflection in your eyes

Snuffed in the middle of making love
Snuffed in the middle of making love

No one left to wonder why
No one left to wonder

We heard the crash unbelieving ears
The plans we made and the stolen years
Give me one last touch of your
Burning flesh
Before we have to say good-bye

Gone are the leaves
and the summer breeze
Gone are the friends
I never made
A thousand Kisses yet to come
A thousand kisses
There’re no tears anymore

Ahh Ahh

Written by Francis DiDonato

NYC Psych Punk Garage Band The Halfbreeds playing at CBGBs on September 21, 1995.
Video by André Grossman.

Vocals: Holly Troy
Bass: Jennifer Haskins (Carter)
Drums: Jamey Evans
Guitar: Sanford Santacroce
Lead Guitar: Francis DiDonato

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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

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