Shiny Red Nothing - Lyrics

 

Psychic Red, Psychic Blue

Psychic Red and psychic blue

Possess a golden kind of hue

Gets cast down

Hits the ground

And absorbs in to

Psychic grass with psychic roots

Feels way down in search of nu-

Trient rich, friends with dishes

Psychic food

All that I wonder

All that I want

All that I wander 

And all that I want

Is you

Psychic well of psychic glue

Blows right by like a breeze do

It gets stuck to your feeling

Psychic cool

All that I wonder

All that I want

All that I wander 

And all that I want

Is you

Psychic Red, Psychic Blue

Psychic Red, Psychic Blue

Psychic Red, Psychic Blue

Psychic Red, Psychic Blue

What A Lovely Way To Spend Your Probation

By Jeremiah Strickland, Stephanie Cole, TJ Meyering, & Jesse Wallace

Perpendicular Percussion 

A shot like concussion 

Astronomical obstruction 

Anatomical automaton 

What a lovely way to spend your probation 

Take it in and throw it away

DMT melt the TV 

Party in whipped cream

Memory squeezing

Geometric aura 

Air strike! 

What a lovely way to spend your probation 

Take it in and throw it away

Frustration rhymes with probation 

Consumerism, communism, all the ism

Here to stay, and then you run away

Probation, probation, probation, probation 

What a lovely way to spend your probation, take it in and throw it away.

Speaking For Trees

if it weren’t for the seasons that change all my reasons

I’d miss some

floating and waving and staking your claimings of wisdoms

you see from this angle I barely see your seams

sneaking up softly and saying you speak for me

is like gathering together to say that we speak for the trees

come on

while flapping and waving, I’m never betraying your systems

with my seething and breathing and scores of dumb screamings of wisdoms

you see from this angle you barely see my seams

sneaking up softly and saying we speak for trees

is like gathering together to silently shake our knees

come on

you’re doing your job and reflecting to Ra what you see on

the surface is blue streaks of white with orange where the sea meets

with mouthfuls of insects and branches of leaves almost gone ‘til the spring

I see sound, I see sound, I see sound, I see sound, I see sound

I see sound, I see sound, I see sound, I see sound, I see sound

you see from this angle we barely see our seams

sneaking up softly and begging to shake our knees

wind over water holds promise to shake orange leaves

come on

The Ballad of Nefarious Falling

The true source of her power

Was tattooed to her back

Swinging around to her navel

It's so fun when

It's so fun when I fall

It's alright 'cause 

It's alright, it's a lovely hole

That I'm falling from

The true source of string power

Is a sticker upon its back

Of a turtle cathedral

Growing out of its back

It's so fun when

It's so fun when I fall

It's alright 'cause

It's alright, it's a lovely hole

That I'm falling from

The true source of his power

Resides within his cave

Red light falls upon it 

It's so fun when

It's so fun when I fall

It's alright 'cause

It's alright, it's a lovely hole

That I'm falling from

Poor Compass

longest hours, they get spent

casting a gaze upon it

like a puzzle of pieces

that just don’t fit

I taped to the shower door

and used as a poor compass to find the floor

and when the morning thanks the breeze

for

growing through the windows of the trees

I feel at ease

I feel at ease

elbow neck up a purpled highway

a sentient walking stick, screaming,

“Don’t look my way”

hide behind mohawk’s punkish coat

a demon’s reaching out from behind his back

and he’s planted where he stands

and when the morning thanks the breeze

for

growing through the windows of the trees

I feel at ease

I feel at ease

intersecting minds with parallel lines

somebody’s words, probably mine

and when the morning thanks the breeze

for

growing through the windows of the trees

I feel at ease

I feel at ease

Baited Breath

By Jeremiah Strickland

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

Please call and say come over when you're done with your homework and you wanna come play 

I'll try and play it cool while my heart is racing like it wants to get out  

I can't wait, no, I can't hardly wait 

Ooh ooh 

I can't wait, no, I can't hardly wait

Ah  

It's like a Friday evening with the weakest promise of chocolate ice cream 

When we can get together, it's like candy confection, it’s my favorite thing 

So long 

So sad 

When you're gone 

Oh, come back 

We'll sing like this: Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba  

I can't wait, no, I can't hardly wait 

Ooh ooh 

I can't wait, no, I can't hardly wait 

Ah

Let Me Be Your Liquor Man

By Jeremiah Strickland with Aaron Strickland, Damon Green, & Kenny Sprinkle

Originally performed by The Minni-Thins

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

I go to the liquor store 

Run out and go back for more 

And in the evening when I leave the bar 

I stop at the drive through Liquor store 

Yeah  

I got good genes in me

Lovely Mathematician

By Jeremiah Strickland

With thanks to Tim Harrell

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

she spoke that sweet language 

killed me symmetry dead 

she spoke that sweet language 

killed me symmetry dead 

she spoke that sweet language 

killed me symmetry dead 

now the vibrations from her tongue still bounce through my head  

she shook her tambourine 

invoked a sweet spirit 

she shook her tambourine 

invoked a sweet spirit 

she shook her tambourine 

invoked a sweet spirit 

now my body’s left me writhing freely, making me sweat  

I said some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

now my heart’s a beating constant of her equation  

she worked out hoodoo ragtime 

with femme caramel skin 

she worked out hoodoo ragtime 

with femme caramel skin 

she worked out hoodoo ragtime 

with femme caramel skin 

now my two-beat pulse is racing out of syncopation  

I said some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

now my heart’s a beating factor of her equation  

she rode ellipse around me 

friended me like a fire 

she rode ellipse around me 

friended me like a fire 

she rode ellipse around me 

friended me like a fire 

now my satellite’s in orbit with copernican spin  

I said some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

some cosmic theme’s come conquered me and lulled me to being 

now my heart’s a beating factor of her equation 

I said a lovely mathematician’s got me factored in

Casper

By Jeremiah Strickland, Stephanie Cole, TJ Meyering, & Jesse St John Wallace

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

Down 

Looped sidewalk 

Sink 

Up 

Mad flailing 

Cosmic leak  

How you feel now? 

(Girl, what’s happening?)  

Out-

-Side closed windows 

Hummingbirds drink 

Fer- 

-Mented berries 

To test class glass  

How you feel now? 

(Girl, what’s happening?)  

Dues ex machina 

Trillions of hosts 

Strutting 

Down the road 

I was not a friendly ghost 

I was not a friendly ghost

Up 

Looped sidewalk 

Sink 

Down 

Mad flaming 

Hummingbird drink

Julia, On Her Prayer Stand

By Jeremiah Strickland with Kelly Jarvis & Stephanie Cole

Originally performed by The Minni-Thins

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

Julia, on her prayer stand 

and she’s feeling disdain 

and the troll where the doll was 

is what the doll became 

to understand 

a man 

has got to find a place 

for plants 

and he waters them 

and then 

he grows his own legs  

she keeps asking where the door goes 

well, dear, it opens a wall 

go and open it right now 

reveal the great hall 

let loose the hose that knows 

where all the words, they go 

the point of this speech 

the sequence of events is not coincidence

Hope & Water

By Jason Wells

Originally performed by For Algernon

Copyright © Grandpa’s Chili Music

I need some, I’m in a lot of pain pills 

Temporarily relieve all of my ills 

I need a tempo I can dance to

 So I can get drunk, and scream out that I love you  

Now 

Before I go 

I just wanna let you know 

Before I go  

I think we should be perfectly honest 

Each of us has a little dirt on us 

All we need’s a little hope and water 

To clean up myself after my self slaughter   

Now 

Before I go 

I just wanna let you know 

Before I go  

All these drugs  

Never make you disappear  

They just make me smile 

Through my time here  

I need some, I’m in a lot of pain pills 

Temporarily relieve all of my ills 

I need a tempo I can dance to 

So I can get drunk, and scream out that I love you  

Now 

Before I go 

I just wanna let you know 

Before I go

Today, Satan!

By Jeremiah Strickland 

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

Some folks say 

Not today 

Lord Satan, weep 

Cause I got away 

By luck's design 

I've won this time 

Fuck you, Satan 

Not today  

But I won't 

Live life that way 

Biding my time 

'till Satan tempts yours and mine 

No, I'll make a stand 

Make a fist with my hand 

Fuck you, Satan 

Today!  

Today, Satan 

Today, Satan 

Today, Satan 

Satan, Today  

When you unfurl your wings 

I'm sorry to say that you're just not as scary as you think,   

Satan 

Today, Satan 

Today, Satan 

Satan, Today

The Devil Can’t Dance

By Jeremiah Strickland

Originally performed by The Minni-Thins

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

sweet is the day, when you pass it away 

with your hips and your thighs and your feet and your legs 

she surely can’t dance, but she surely can sway 

what it’s really about is the lips on her face 

it’s a sin, girl 

it’s a sin, girl 

when you sway, oh 

it’s a sin  

I do not know where she learned it all from 

her daddy’s side or maybe her mom 

sweet Jesus knows what I’m talking about 

it’s the devil’s work when she comes around 

it’s a sin, girl 

it’s a sin, girl 

when you sway, oh 

it’s a sin  

I heard the truth in an old country song 

the preacher’s not right if his wife is all wrong 

the devil can’t dance, but she surely can shake 

the devil can’t dance, but she surely can sway

Honey

By Jeremiah Strickland 

with thanks to Dale Johnson

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

I’ve got no money, honey, but I’ve got some news 

I’ve got a handmade shelter, the fire shows my moods 

So, let’s get cozy 

Your secret, show me 

We’ll set it loose  

Leena, feel the beat 

Know where your center’s at 

The fire takes your feet 

Tiny crop circles form 

Shadows, dust, and light 

Play with my senses torn 

Leena, feel the beat 

Know where my center’s at 

I can surely lead you on to the commotion

 Leena, feel the beat  

I’ve got no money, honey, but I’ve got no blues 

We need no man-made currency to stock our rooms 

So, let’s get cozy 

Your secret, show me 

We’ll set it loose

A Walk In The Park

By Jeremiah Strickland 

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

Lucy plants herself amongst the soil and roots ‘till she knows the flora/fauna by name The stickbugs in the leaves know what’s carried via breeze and shiver as they hear her name 

It’s Lucy  

Ah, Lucy, go go go 

Come on, come on, come on 

Ah, Lucy, no no no 

Come on, come on, come on 

Ah, Lucy, go go go 

Lucy, you’re the only girl I know who says hello to everyone with her teeth  

When you made me fall and scrape my knee 

I just wiped the blood, that’s how love can be  

Ah, Lucy, go go go 

Come on, come on, come on 

Ah, Lucy, no no no 

Come on, come on, come on 

Ah, Lucy, go go go 

Lucy, you’re the only girl I know who says hello to everyone with her teeth

Becky, Go Home

By Jeremy Strickland & Aaron Strickland

Originally performed by The Minni-Thins

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

Becky, don't you know that's not the way that it’s done?

Russell’s chasing after Moses with his old shotgun 

and Becky  

Can’t you choose the one you love? 

Terry’s not an honest man, he's stealing from the trucks at work   

and Becky, please 

Go home 

You've been sleeping on the couch for days 

Drinking all the beer and saying  

You ain’t got no reason  

You ain’t got no reason  

You ain’t got no reason to go home  

Sister liz is out there telling tales  

She's at grandma’s, and she's got her on the telephone, calling Russell saying,

“Russell go and get your gun. 

You won’t believe what our sweet little becky has gone and done!”   

and Becky, please  

Go home  

You've been sleeping on the couch for days  

Drinking all the beer and sayin’  

Rusty’s kicked Dilaudids  

He's calling on the phone and he's crying in my ear, saying, 

“Man, I need my Becky 

Man, I need my Becky 

Man, I need my sweet becky at hooooome!”

Eyes Forward

By Jeremiah Strickland

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

I woke up on Sunday morning 

Tempted by the thought of sleeping in 

But then you hooked your arm around me 

To whisper,”Please, 

Make eggs for me” 

And so I did  

With eyes forward  

Snuck up on me in the kitchen 

Moved by scarlet thoughts of lips to lips 

And when you wrapped your arms around me, 

I said, “Please, 

set the table for me, 

And call the kids”  

With eyes forward  

And when you wonder why 

Makes me wonder how 

All the memories we buried under the ground 

Found their way back to town  

After the sun has left 

No light behind to reflect on 

All the memories we left back eating our ground 

In that tidied town  

I won't find work as a pilot 

Nor build a house or dig a grave 

Loving you's fine work 

And we're so good at doing our jobs almost every day

With eyes forward

Chaos In The Yard

By Jeremiah Strickland with Michael Kuntz

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

The copper pipes went missing with the chaos in the yard 

The cops they are a’ chasing someone; from the back, I saw 

Flashing lights and footsteps that I hear as fingers point 

Baggies found on wet grass prompt, “Put your hands up on the car”  

Here’s to the crack cocaine the cops found in your yard 

Here’s to the crack cocaine the cops found in your yard 

Here’s to the crack cocaine the cops found in your yard 

Put your hands up on the car  

Snowflakes are a’ falling on the SUV outside 

I see they are all melting in familiar pop time 

I locked my doors and windows, and I thought that I was safe 

Blocked that spice of life, variety, the human race  

Here’s the dream catcher your neighbor left behind 

Here’s to the LSD that showed that painting’s smile 

Here’s to the chaos in my mind and in the yard 

Here’s to the ones downstairs, more susceptible than I  

Here’s to the crack cocaine the cops found in your yard 

Here’s to the crack cocaine the cops found in your yard 

Here’s to the crack cocaine the cops found in your yard 

Put your hands up on the car

Chorus Of The Zombie Apocalypso

By Jeremiah Strickland

Originally performed by The Minni-Thins

Copyright © Punk Rock Superhero Music

the zombie 

apocalypso is the song 

of this prudish 

melody we’re calling “God” 

and all his daughters 

are conjuring up six pagan dogs with their priestesses with fiery red flesh headdresses on her 

and all the muddy 

rivers of this vital Earth 

are over teeming 

with six corpses giving birth 

to awful armies 

rape the world and giving head to the master; all the dead look simply understated in his arms 

and I was certain to be the wander 

certain certain certain certain 

certain to be the wander 

certain certain certain certain 

certain to be the one 

certainly the wandering eye of 666 

keep me abreast, keep me abreast, keep me abreast 

of the zombie 

apocalypso is the song 

of the prudish 

melody we’re singing, God