Mike Mineo
Mike Mineo is visiting this world. His awkward sense of humor and wide-eye… Read Full Bio ↴Mike Mineo is visiting this world. His awkward sense of humor and wide-eyed jesterly ways are just some indications of his reality being based on some other plane of existence. Yet through his music he manages to bring forth a relationship with people here that is more genuine and palpable than most connections they share with people they have known for years. The reason is this: Mike deals in soul orientation. Whether comical or sublime, he hits the common note in people that makes them feel safe enough to let this minstrel dominatrix molest their conventionality to a destructive climax. He will venture to coax you out of your standard of living, but that is not his main gig. His number one goal is not to have one and to simply let life live through him with music as his primary venue. He earns your trust by honoring the artistic vessel that he is rather than falling victim to the self-enamored pitfalls characterized by some musicians.
Born and raised in South Florida, fully reaping the benefits of full moons over the beach, Mike nurtured his artistic sensibility. In school, he would leave class for a bathroom break, raid a guitar from the chorus room, and entertain one of the few classrooms lucky enough to have an open-minded teacher. He then hit the open road to see the country right out of high school, a common rite of passage from the book of all true soul searchers, from which he wisely took a page.
He has done the research, folks, walked his shoes to the sole and bares the fruit from the experience. He offers reprieve from the waiting line, to tempt that latent part of you that knows there is more than just this. So come and see the spectacle, and experience an audio-erotic seduction of your senses that springs forth from a child-like foundation. You may come with a safe word, but you will walk away feeling contently violated.
Born and raised in South Florida, fully reaping the benefits of full moons over the beach, Mike nurtured his artistic sensibility. In school, he would leave class for a bathroom break, raid a guitar from the chorus room, and entertain one of the few classrooms lucky enough to have an open-minded teacher. He then hit the open road to see the country right out of high school, a common rite of passage from the book of all true soul searchers, from which he wisely took a page.
He has done the research, folks, walked his shoes to the sole and bares the fruit from the experience. He offers reprieve from the waiting line, to tempt that latent part of you that knows there is more than just this. So come and see the spectacle, and experience an audio-erotic seduction of your senses that springs forth from a child-like foundation. You may come with a safe word, but you will walk away feeling contently violated.
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Mike Mineo Lyrics
Beach Guava Beach Guava Oh I dream I know I′d like to be, Swimming…
Believe Ain't no problems right here, My Dear, Because the souls got…
Easy Livin' Easy livin this life, Just takin my time, Keep movin forward…
Eccentricity Well I do say that I don't believe Your put on…
Killing Me I cough violently till the pain satisfies as I curse…
Let Me Be the One I know it's hard when you don't get the time, To…
Lucky Coin There's a pretty little girl in a hot sundress, She dances…
Mother Nature She don't have to speak to show her beauty No she…
Multi Colored Strings You can hear the world promising you things when you…
Old Shoes It's my life and I don't need to explain, What it…
Peaceful Daze She tries to please herself too much And I said baby…
Runnin Johnny got a job so he had to hit the…
Truth Plagues Plato A killer loves his prey like the prey love their…
Where Did You Go Where did you go? I wanted you to know how much…
Where Did You Go? Where did you go? I wanted you to know how much…
Work I come home and I put my shackles on, I'm tired…