Shiny Red Nothing’s Music Videos
Shiny Red Nothing is devoted to lo-fi Blackgrass excellence, esoteric amalgams of ephemeral public domain footage (sometimes with gratuitous nudity), and psyche-scratching lyrical leakage that tugs at the heartstrings from the psychic stadium of the seventh dimension. Parental guidance is advised.
1. 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
2. Chorus of the Zombie Apocalypso
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
3. The Ashtray Session - Live 5/21/19
4. 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
5. The Devil Can’t Dance
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
6. Countess Crystalline
7. Hell Oh
8. A View Of Morning Light
Look, baby, a diamond of night sky
like a needle eye’s view of the morning light
and when I see you with the very next day
we’ll smile and say, “It’s good to see my friend again”
with every thing you learn you’ll know well that you are
with every color you discern from another color that tells you
with your keen light, yeah, you will surely travel far
you’re not unlike that diamond star
9. A Hidden Portal To Another Dimension
nothing, shiny red
it’s a way of thinking
a view from my bed
a story in my head
a bite from my bread
declarative? not really
I’d rather hang back
and just let you see me
indivisible, not biblical
roundabout cylindrical
check out my mandible
while I ride around this turntable
action? I make things happen
my mind is like a weapon
I go everywhere strappin’
visible but invisible
I’ll start you out with the physical
check out my rhymes to this
as you try to get a handle
hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
you spent the night with me
and now you think about me daily
bizarre stream of consciousness
picture painting, Haley
if we summon the demons, baby
you’ve claimed that keep you at bay
do you think we speak the right language, maybe
to convince them all to go away?
a small thing, curious
at least you're feeling something
while cleaning out your head
we’re talking in my bed
a peek inside – a shred
a revealing look while you’re spread
scandalous? Well, if you please me
you’re fortified, dressed to fight
please, girl, let’s keep it light
me? understandable, not tyrannical
I’m lovable
not undercover tough
walk around in my weird once and you’ll never get enough
the table’s not open
the sign does not say “welcome”
let’s speculate; imagination
maybe infestation; Mars’ spider invasion
a hidden portal to another dimension
put your phone away before I stage an intervention
don’t look like that, it’s not my invention
ok, we’re off track
let me get my game on
and ok, we’re back
my hands are full, not puritanical
there’s no religion, just what’s tangible
my mandible, the flow from my burning candle
is burning brightly, intensely; do you see it?
if we summon the demons, baby
you’ve claimed that keep you at bay
do you think we speak the right language, maybe
to convince them all to go away?
10. Baited Breath
11. Baited Breath (Ashtray Session)
12. Lovely Mathematician (Ashtray Session)
she spoke that sweet language
killed me cemetery dead
she spoke that sweet language
killed me cemetery dead
she spoke that sweet language
killed me cemetery 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
13. Becky, Go Home (Ashtray Session)
Becky, don't you know that's not the way that its done
Russell’s chasing after Moses with his old shotgun
and Becky
Cant 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 grandmas 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!”
14. Poor Compass (Ashtray Session)
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
15. Let Me Be Your Liquor Man
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
16. The Wolf Vs. the Vampire Queen (Another Ashtray Session)
17. Honey (Ashtray Session)
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
18. Sessions For Stevie’s Cinematic Single
19. A Walk In the Park (demo)
20. Becky, Go Home (Another Ashtray Session)
Becky, don't you know that's not the way that its done
Russell’s chasing after Moses with his old shotgun
and Becky
Cant 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 grandmas 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!”
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