eLcERkO

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It's an EP that 4 guys developed in a living room turned rehearsal space over about 8 months. The lyrics were already written, but pretty naked other than that. Then, in another house, in another, dirtier, more experienced room, turned studio, these 5 songs were tracked in a 14 hour marathon. Nick did this for free. The guitar amp was next to a toilet. We're very fortunate and riding multiple fine lines.

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released June 11, 2019

written and performed by eLcERkO
engineered, mixed and mastered by Nick Ohren

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Track Name: Mama Take Your Pills
Mama take your pills cuz you’re actin too human,
and I ain’t gonna put up with your shit no more,
you better step in line and drink your FDA cocktail,
banshee screams are scarin children through the kitchen door.

TAKE THE BLUE PILL, X4
NEO YOU FUCK!!!!!!!

DON’T YOU WANNA BE,
DON’T YOU WANNA BE,
DON’T YOU WANNA BE,
WANNA BE LIKE ALL THE NOBODY ELSE?!!!!.....

so smoke another spirit, all natural suicide,
It’s the coolest way to kill yourself since Adolf Hitler died,
wet the pants of your arbiters with all the tears you’ve cried,

TAKE THE BLUE PILL(X3)
MR ANDERSON I PROMISE THAT YOU’RE FEELING FINE,

you see the sinner likes to buy his souls on sale at Black Friday,
And we all know that your bathroom closet needs a new TV,
your poor nephew missed the last seasons of that awesome show,
killing all his extra hour reading Edgar Allen Poe,

TAKE THE BLUE PILL,(X4)
MOZART YOU SUCK,

YOU KNOW YOU WANNA BE,
KNOW YOU WANNA BE,
KNOW YOU WANNA BE,
WANNA BE,
WANNA BE LIKE ALL THE NOBODY ELSE!!!!
Track Name: Stanny's Riddle
Am I a demon,
In this world chock-full of men?
Am I a shelter,
For your lies hidden within?
Am I a poet,
Spitting nonsense for your coin?
Am I a jester,
Turning tricks just for your joy?

Cuz I can’t understand this world you clearly own
Seperate my mind from thoughts I once kept whole,
This fog inside my head is growing out of control,
Picking fights and taking bets between my heart
and soul

Am I a villain,
To the safety you hold dear?
Am I a savior,
Here to wash away your fear?
Am I a hermit,
Growing wise in my alone?
Am I a freak,
Beyond your grace down to the bone?

Am I some fodder,
For an axe you have to grind,
Am I the hope,
For a love you’re sure to find,
Am I the anguish,
To a control you must maintain,
Am I a splinter,
Behind the wheel to your insane,

Cuz I can’t understand this world you clearly own
Seperate my mind from thoughts I once kept whole,
This fog inside my head is growing out of control,
Picking fights and taking bets between my heart
and soul

Cuz I can’t understand this world you clearly own
Seperate my mind from thoughts I once kept whole,
This fog inside my head is growing out of control,
Picking fights and taking bets between my heart
and soul
Track Name: The Stupid Shall Be Punished
Saturday night in a cold jail cell,
Just ask my momma I’m goin straight to hell,
Turns out an honest puff with a dishonest drunk,
Buys a cold steel cot and a taxi with cuff,

Well I ain’t scared of no American jail,
but your bible belt chains got me mad as hell,
to your Judas laws; a finger and a fist,
Well you’ve taught me well,

The stupid shall be punished.

You know my life don’t hurt a thing, cept maybe your pride,
so you if you don’t like my crowd feel free to wait outside,
I’m more Christian with a joint than a bottle of Jack,
Still you’ll sell that with a smile and a moral tax,

Don’t seem like Willie, Cheech, Bush or Obama,
Ruined their whole lives smokin marijuana,
So won’t you please come down from your uppity tower,
This ain’t reefer madness baby, it’s just flower power,
And to your Judas laws, a finger and a fist,
Yeah you taught me well,
The stupid shall be punished.

Oh you’re just doing your job? you don’t write the law,
Well catch killers and thieves, not drunks in a bar,
I swear i wanna believe you’re here to serve and protect,
But your bills are paid busting me just trying to relax,

I ain’t swervin, fightin, or cussin in church,
I’m just, tryin to unwind after a hard day’s work,
Trumped up fines and fees, straight as a pimps career,
force me you buy your bread, just to drink my beer,

You know your words ring true, on a hypocrites bell,
and there ain’t enough whiskey to sleep good in a cell,
so to your Judas laws, a finger and a fist,
Hell you’ve taught me well,
The stupid shall be punished.
Track Name: Suck In Peace
I know you’re cooler than me,
so can I suck in peace?
Gaily frolicking laugh to smile in my misery,
yeah you know all the people,
and you’ve done all the things,
you’re a hell of a guy,
so glad you let me get you high,
thanks for everything DA DA DA DA DA DA DA!

Don’t let me waste your time,
you’ve got a lot on your plate,
I wouldn’t understand,
I’ve never been that great,
We won’t meet down the road,
I’ll never make it that far,
You’ve done all that you can,
thanks for the helping hand. I’ll show myself to the door,

MAYBE I SHOULD SUCK YOUR EGO YOU DESERVE A GOOD NIGHT’S REST,
DUMB DOWN CONVERSATION TILL YOUR THOUGHTS ARE THE BEST,
GOOD THING YOU KNOW HOW I SHOULD FEEL, WHAT WOULD I DO!?
TOO BAD THERE AREN’T MORE STRINGS FOR ME TO DANCE TO YOUR AWESOME TUNE!

Because you’re cooler than me,
Just wanna suck in peace,
Gaily frolicking laugh to smile in my misery,
yeah you were at that show,
and you know that band,
wow you’re so rad,
I wish you were my dad,
thanks for everything DA DA DA DA DA DA DA!
Track Name: Progress Is Killing All My Favorite Bars
Well i went to have a beer,
At a home that serves quite near,
But my beer of choice had died of drinkers thirst
So i asked for a meal, one to satisfy and heal,
Now I’m starving, for a stranger’s sympathy

Progress is killing all my favorite bars,
Their guns are dressed like yuppies,
and their bullets are credit cards,
They’ll shoot you in the back, once you’ve earned your own star,
Progress is killing all my favorite bars

Well your clothes they might be nicer,
but your drinks, they cost twicer….more,
and there’s usually a fee, for the glamor of your company,
like a fresh coat of paint on a night I won’t recall,
And sure this neighborhood seems safer,
I'm sure it’d be greatfer,
3 kids and a pure bred picaneze,
Wine bars, coffee shops,
Privates schools, right down the block,
a stones throw from that dive you just help close,
But my habits they aren’t all free,
… And take it from me,
It’s not. always fun to be inspired,
Though it seems there is no choice,
Against this shiny gentrified voice,
I guess you just get to have it all,

Progress is killing all my favorite bars,
Their guns are dressed like yuppies,
and their bullets are credit cards,
They’ll shoot you in the back, once you’ve earned your own star,
Progress is killing all my favorite bars

Progress is killing all my favorite bars,
Their guns are dressed like yuppies,
and their bullets are credit cards,
They’ll shoot you in the back, once you’ve earned your own star,
Progress is killing all my favorite bars


So we’ll find another hole,
Where we can afford to grow,
Eat your trash and shit out a trendy scene,
And next time you come through,
Don’t forget this is all for you,
And I can’t wait for my rent to go up again.

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