Chris Connelly
Chris Connelly

From a pigface I first heard him
The voice caressed of satellites
Later I saw some swinging junkies
We sat on stage together and drank
Candles burned and we fell in love
In love with a voice that holds you close late at night
In love with words that are felt not heard
No matter the noise behind him he can always touch you

Not many know of him
A true sign of the evils of our corporate world
Numb your head and listen to the spice girls again
But if you’re here I doubt that is your life
If you do not know him, find him
Others have
Start there