1. |
Cherry Red Medicine
02:49
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You think you’re colorful with your
Lime green lip gloss and your
cherry red medicine
Can you guess what color I’m thinking of?
I saw the president on the
Price is Right and I said
“Ladies and gentlemen,
I’m thinking it’s time that I loosen my tie”
We used to be okay
Now all I do is look at you
I hear the people say
that all is surreal to the sane
You taste like chloroform with a
hint of cinnamon and it
isn’t me to make a scene
but I can’t feel my face right now
You threw my wallet down an
active volcano and when
I tried to ask you why
you told me that it’s time that I loosen my mind
We used to be okay
Now you can’t stand the thought of me
This used to be a game
I guess that life caught up with me
Nothing keeps me awake
Red Bull or methamphetamine
I hear the people say
that all is surreal to the sane
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2. |
Okay
03:51
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People think I'm crazy 'cause I talk to myself
But I don't listen to a word I say
Does that make me okay, does that make me okay?
I don't want to choose no sides no more
As if there's something worth fighting for
Yes, if I think I'm okay, will that make me okay?
Cause I can't make myself believe in all the things you say
and I would rather fake it than be thrown away
But I don't feel like that's okay
I can't make myself believe in all the things I hear
If you won't fully love me then I'll disappear
Yes, I just want to hear you say
That I'm okay
People think in numbers, they don't think for themselves
But if they did, man, that would raise some hell
'Cause if you don't think like us, then you're just in the way
And I don't want to be your boy no more
I'm not some coin dispenser troubadour
Yes, I would rather be strange than be somebody's slave
Cause I can't make myself believe in all the things you say
and I would rather fake it than be thrown away
But I don't feel like that's okay
I can't make myself believe in all the things I hear
If you won't fully love me then I'll disappear
Yes, I just want to hear you say
That I'm okay
But I don't want to be
Okay
I would rather hear you say
That I'm okay
But I don't want to be
I don't want to be okay
I just want to hear you say
Cause I can't make myself believe in all the things you say
and I would rather fake it than be thrown away
But I don't feel like that's okay
I can't make myself believe in all the things I hear
If you won't fully love me then I'll disappear
Yes, I just want to hear you say
Yes, I just want to hear you say
that I'm okay
People think I'm crazy 'cause I talk to myself
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3. |
Predator
03:13
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Georgie unpacks his suitcase
He needs more medicine for his new face
He's looking for a love he won't find in Jesus
He does whatever damn well that he pleases
While the weak bleed out
Johnny gives one hell of a sermon
He's pissed because the new world is infested with vermin
He loads his gun and heads out hunting for conversions
He tells them "Jesus blessed me with his discernment
so you must bow down"
You must bow down
Hollow as a holiday
Hallelujah, follow me
Montezuma's on the mezzanine
Momma, is he watching me?
Come on, whistle while you work it baby
Make me think you're worth it
Even Magellan's in the alley way
selling back the souls that he saved
Evil takes a seat at a table of righteous men
and convinces them that they are unable to eat without him
Fear transforms into corruption
They snort and sneer with pockets overflowing as he stuffs them
While the meek scream
Hollow as a holiday
Hallelujah, follow me
Montezuma's on the mezzanine
Momma, is he watching me?
Come on, whistle while you work it baby
Make me think you're worth it
Even Magellan's in the alley way
selling back the souls that he saved
But it doesn't matter anyway,
Everyone's got bills to pay
Yes I can't judge a word they say,
Everyone's got hell to pay
Come on, whistle while you work it baby
Make me think you're worth it baby
whistle while you work it baby
Make me think you're worth it baby
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4. |
ALL SHOOK UP
05:09
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Well I was all shook up in the middle of Memphis
She stabbed me with a cigarette while kissing a crucifix
She told me in confidence as I was licking off her lipstick
I don't wanna die in Tennessee, I wanna be different
Well I was rattling my bones like a candy coated carcass
in the backseat of a limousine (backseat of a limousine)
And I fell down from my throne and landed right back where I started
like a gas mask soaked in kerosene (kerosene, kerosene)
Tip toe through the tombstones
Don't sprint or you'll trip on your own
(Alright, Alright)
Don't believe your money's the only thing
That she wouldn't blow
Well I was all shook up in the middle of Memphis
She stabbed me with a cigarette while kissing a crucifix
She told me in confidence as I was licking off her lipstick
I don't wanna die in Tennessee, I wanna be different
Well I saw her at a show and she asked if I was high
or if I'd never met a beauty queen
And I was running out of blow when my gun went off inside her
like an accidental guillotine (accidental guillotine)
Ring around the roadkill
Don't blink or you'll slip on your own
(Alright, Alright)
Don't believe your cover's the only thing
that she couldn't blow
Well I was all shook up in the middle of Memphis
She stabbed me with a cigarette while kissing a crucifix
She told me in confidence as I was licking off her lipstick
I don't wanna die in Tennessee, I wanna be different
Yes I was shook up in the middle of Memphis
She grabbed me by the shoulder blades and shouted "I'm sick of this"
She told me in confidence as I was licking off her lipstick
Baby I don't wanna die - Baby I don't wanna die
Shake it baby
She was laughing in her sleep when I realized that I loved her
so I asked if she would marry me
I knew she couldn't hear me, but the look upon her face
it seemed as if she had been scared of me
And I woke up hours later with her hands around my throat
In the distance I heard Graceland playing on my stereo
I said "I'm coming to you Jesus, please let Mr. Presley know
and I'm sorry for the times when I was living on the road and I was
All Shook up in the middle of Memphis
She stabbed me with a cigarette while kissing a crucifix
She told me in confidence as I was licking off her lipstick
I don't wanna die in Tennessee, I wanna be different
Yes I was shook up in the middle of Memphis
She grabbed me by the shoulder blades and shouted "I'm sick of this"
She told me in confidence as I was licking off her lipstick
Baby I don't wanna die - Woo, Hey honey
Well I was always shook up and I'm done blaming Memphis
I don't wanna be your enemy, I just want to get intimate
Yea call me incompetent, keep on shaking off my sentiments
But please don't let me die
Well I was all shook up
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5. |
Dreaming of Medusa
03:02
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I've been dreaming of Medusa in a wedding gown
and the people that she hurt must have got what they deserved
And I'm sleeping in my car until I make the rounds
I've driven 7,000 miles yet I'm still stuck in the same place
and I've been trading songs for smiles but even those get hard to face
and with my destiny on trial, it's not hard to be afraid
that the second I slow down I'll turn to stone
So cut the head from the serpent and stretch out its tongue
Kiss the words that are written but don't believe a single one
You've been leaning on my love, I've been dreaming of Medusa
and now every night in my sleep I turn to stone
I've been sorting through my memory with a looking glass
and for each drop I remember, there's an ocean I've forgotten
I'm not sure I was the same man when you saw me last
It seems a lifetime ain't enough time
to place the seal on every letter
and tomorrow's always far enough away to blame the weather
We're just a stone's throw from eternity
You think I would know better
than to let a day slip by without its neck under my foot
So cut the head from the serpent and stretch out its tongue
Kiss the words that are written but don't believe a single one
You've been leaning on my love, I've been dreaming of Medusa
and now every night in my sleep I turn to stone
and now every night in my sleep I turn to stone
and now every night in my sleep I turn to stone
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6. |
Geranium Thief
05:03
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My name is Jim
I've got letters to send
But besides that
my calendar's free
I might pretend
my dog's pregnant again
But besides that
my calendar's clean
Well I used to be a geranium thief
the devil he'd call me by name
Well I can feel my veins becoming vaseline
and I don't want it
I can see the flames inside my TV screen
and I don't want it
Well I can feel my veins becoming vaseline
and I don't want it
I can see the flames inside my TV screen
and I don't want it
My name is Jim
I've got all kinds of kin
But I'm starting to think
they forgot about me
And now I can't remember
July through September
But something tells me
that it wasn't so pretty
Well I used to be the commander and chief
The master of my own domain
Well I can feel my veins becoming vaseline
and I don't want it
I can see the flames inside my TV screen
and I don't want it
Well I can feel my veins becoming vaseline
and I don't want it
I can see the flames inside my TV screen
and I don't want it
My name is Jim
My bed's covered in sin
but I can't help myself
when I sleep
I might pretend
my dog's covered in skin
But besides that
my calendar's clean
I used to drink from uranium creek
Since then I ain't been the same
Well I can feel my veins becoming vaseline
and I don't want it
I can see the flames inside my TV screen
and I don't want it
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7. |
By & By
04:04
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Mississippi told me
Don't lament in the sun
Pretend to love your neighbors
And register your guns
Did we forget how far we've come?
and how do we keep on insisting
to beat a broken drum?
Stitch the skin across my eyes
Sing hallelujah by & by
I'd rather fall than watch you fly
Sing hallelujah by & by
Mississippi hold me
Keep me safe from the shame
Sing me songs of hallelujah
with the hatred in your veins
Did we forget the price he paid?
and why do we keep on resisting
the laws in which he -
Stitch the skin across my eyes
Make me deaf to all their cries
Make them wish they weren't alive
until their deviance subsides
Oh Mississippi I...
I clench my fists and toe the line
Stitch the skin across my eyes
Sing hallelujah by & by
I'd rather fall than watch you fly
Sing hallelujah by & by
Stitch the skin across my eyes
Sing hallelujah by & by
I'd rather fall than watch you fly
Sing hallelujah by & by
Stitch the skin across my eyes
Sing hallelujah by & by
I'd rather fall than watch you fly
Sing hallelujah by & by
Sing hallelujah by & by
Sing hallelujah by & by
Sing hallelujah by & by
Sing hallelujah by & by
Sing hallelujah by & by
Sing hallelujah by & by
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Your eyes, they shine just like a lampshade
From the dark side of the moon
You hide your absence with mascara
like a million dollar suit
I heard you washed your hands of Timothy
I thought you swore you loved him best
You turned his savings into silicone
and slapped it to your chest
But he should have known better
Than to think that he was different
than the hundred other guys
that had already fallen victim
But you know that I know
that you aren't so beautiful
I used to think that you were paradise
I used to say that you were sweet
But then you opened up your mouth
and made a fool out of me
I never once considered suicide
I guessed it just wasn't for me
But then I dreamed I had your baby
And I learned empathy
You say Jesus is your best friend
Well he doesn't understand
Why you're flipping off the camera
with a joint on Instagram
Well he knows and I know that
You aren't so beautiful
Baby
You aren't so beautiful
to me
You aren't so beautiful
Lady
You aren't so beautiful
Can't you see
I heard you're getting back with Timothy
I could have sworn he was engaged
You'll wreck his life until it's worthless
And you'll turn another page
But you're so self-involved
You'll probably listen to this song
and sing along with every word
and at the and cry
"Oh my God, I know
this song is so:
Tiffany, Jessica, Miranda, Elizabeth, Samantha,
Taylor and Tara and Ashley and Abby and Katie
and Sarah and Shelby, Amanda
- but darling
You aren't so beautiful
Baby
You aren't so beautiful
to me
You aren't so beautiful
Lady
You aren't so beautiful
Can't you see
You aren't so beautiful
(Your eyes, they shine just like a lampshade)
You aren't so beautiful
(Your eyes, they shine just like a lampshade
from the dark side of the moon)
You aren't so beautiful
(Your eyes, they shine just like a lampshade
from the dark side of the moon)
You aren't so beautiful
(Your eyes, they shine just like a lampshade)
Can't you see
You are not so beautiful to me
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9. |
Thanks to Uncle Stacy
04:13
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I ride the brake until the top of the hill
You’re asking me to swallow a pill
that is bigger than my body
It’s bigger than my will
We crash against the radio waves
They infiltrate and feast on our brains
I pump my inner ear with silence
but that only makes things worse
I soak my eyeballs deep in violence
but then my heart begins to hurt
Oh well - irony, ironically
becomes the standard recipe for normalcy
Who discovered what and how much longer
‘til it’s cool again is all lost on me
(This is not a democracy, this is a legacy)
Well I might ride my bicycle around
I passed out near the old playground
and woke up to some kids
sticking safety pins in my head
I shook ‘em off and I fought with their moms
They made some accusations and then called the cops
I tried to ride away but then they maced me
and old man Jimmy left me for dead
I woke up in the morning feeling ornery and I did it again
The pencil dances in the palms of my hands
The naked page patiently waits for inspiration
but it’s wasted once again
and it’s judging me so hard
My Uncle Stacy is a magical man
He lives alone out in the desert
eating cactus, making potions out of sand
and he sends them to my mom
(and I can’t leave the house without one)
Well I might ride my bicycle around
I passed out near the old playground
and woke up to the kiss
of an interdimensional being on my lips
I shook it off and then reached in my pocket
It screamed something in Latin as I pulled the top off
Uncle Stacy’s potion; it exploded and sucked it straight into the abyss
Thanks to Uncle Stacy, I’ll be riding in the morning again
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10. |
Remember Me
04:43
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I'm not a liar
I'm just tired
of pretending to tell the truth
I'm not entitled
I'm just blinded
by the seldom right to choose
Beneath the sheets
the priestess sings
her celibacy blues
The hangman hoses
down the roses
where the remanence of his youth
is put on trial by the smiles
of a thousand unborn suns
I wash my hands before this crowd
as the oceans fill with blood
I'm not impatient
You're just wasting my time
Let me speak to your boss
I'm not complacent
I just hate you
Sure, I'm sorry for your loss
The devil dances in the desert
to a hot one hundred song
The general's laughing in his casket
asking "Was it ever worth the cost?"
But all crusaders pay their wagers
with the blood of those found lost
I wipe the sweat upon my brow
and I return into dust
Oh, you thought you'd love me forever
Well good luck with that
Remember me exactly as I am
Oh, you thought you'd love me forever
Well good luck with that
Remember me exactly as I am
Remember me
Sorry to leave
Honor my legacy
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11. |
Morning Star
05:46
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Well I can feel
my sins
breaking my bones and stretching
out through my skin
They poison the words
that rest in my lungs
They’re climbing the walls of my throat
and then slitting their wrists on my tongue
But I will hold my head on straight
I don’t need light to guide my way
There is something in you
that is missing in me
A molecular makeup that’s making you
wake up those learning to sleep
But in the eyes of the lost
There’s no need to be found
There’s just those who roam freely
and those voluntarily bound
But I will hold my head up high
I don’t need eyes to lead the blind
(I will eat you alive)
Well I can feel
your wrath
damning my name
and stripping me of my past
I tried to forgive
I try not to judge
but it’s hard to be happy for someone
when they’re covered in your blood
But vengeance sleeps on frozen plates
I’ll let your love define my hate
The morning star, it shined for me
Ripped from the sky like lightning
I should have known his jealousy
But now I’m bound by his conceit
I just wanna be free
Well I can feel
original sin
Spread into the world
and crawl back to me again
And I don’t wanna be
any man’s king
I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free
I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free
One time, two time, three time, seven time
Bring it back now
Well I can feel
every sin
filling my void
and making me something again
And I don’t wanna be
any man’s king
but I’d rather be standing in hell
than eternally glued to my knees
I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free
Don’t you wanna be free? Don’t you wanna be free?
Then come with me
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Nick Lutsko Chattanooga, Tennessee
Nick Lutsko is a songwriter, producer, and performer out of Chattanooga, TN. He routinely changes hats between performing high energy, theatrical shows with The $100K Band and creating songs and music videos for the likes of Netflix, Super Deluxe and CollegeHumor. Regardless of which hat Lutsko is wearing, weirdness abounds. ... more
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