Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
Lyrics written by Dr Mester .
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Tribute to Dr. Weston A. Price, DDS, a pioneer in nutritional research who traveled the world studying traditional diets and their impact on human health. His discoveries revealed how ancestral wisdom, whole foods, and natural balance led to strong teeth, sharp vision, and disease-free lives—until modern diets disrupted it all.

"The Real Remedy"is a powerful anthem about food, history, and health. From the Swiss Alps to the Maasai plains, from Eskimos to Melanesians, this track tells the real story—how refined foods stole vitality, and how the remedy has been with us all along.

Let the rhythm move you, let the message sink in. This is music that makes you think.


Lyrics

Yo, listen up, it's time for a remedy,
Ancient wisdom, cure for modern enemies,
We got the facts, and it’s clear to see,
What you eat determines your vitality.

We got the remedy, no more mystery,
Healing from the root, back to history,
They messed it up with that factory food,
We’re bringing balance, getting back to good

[Verse 1]
They say, "You are what you eat," but you gotta understand,
They took the wisdom from the elders, and they made it bland.
From the Swiss with their butter, to the Maasai and their beef,
Whole foods provide the real relief.
The Eskimos, they thrive on that animal fat,
But the moment they changed, they lost that act.
No disease, no decay, no cholesterol,
But you bring in the sugar, and it’s bound to fall.
Their eyes were sharp, like hawks in flight,
Could track through the dark, with supernatural sight.
Saw constellations far, distant and bright,
With just a glance, they knew the night.
But the food they ate began to shift,
Blurring the stars, the fog in their gift.
Once they saw far, they tracked the unseen,
Now their vision’s sunk, like teeth turned lean.
Teeth still strong, but the sight’s not the same,
From distant stars to now losing the aim.


We got the remedy, no more mystery,
Healing from the root, back to history,
They messed it up with that factory food,
We’re bringing balance, getting back to good.

[Verse 2]

It’s more than just the food, it's the life they lived,
They understood the balance, they gave and they give.
In the Andes, the Peruvians thrive high in the sky,
No tooth decay, no sickness, just reaching for the sky.
In the Melanesians, the secret’s clear,
Coconut oil, sea food, no fear.
But now they’re forced to eat that processed mess,
Heart disease, diabetes, no longer blessed.
The Gaelic Isles, their fish and oats,
Perfect health, that's what they wrote.
But once the refined foods hit the scene,
Tooth decay rose, and the sickness was mean.

[Bridge]

They say “you can’t go back,” but that’s where we went wrong,
Eating whole, mineral-rich foods, that’s where we belong.
Stop with the sugars, the processed, the fake,
Get back to the roots, for health’s sake.

[Hook]

We got the remedy, no more mystery,
Healing from the root, back to history,
They messed it up with that factory food,
We’re bringing balance, getting back to good.

[Verse 3]

Now listen up, you gotta make the switch,
Get rid of the junk, ditch that itch.
Go for the fat, go for the meat,
Healthy bones, strong teeth—now that's elite.
Coconut oil, liver, and fish,
Real food, real health, that’s the dish
You’re not just what you eat, you’re how you live,
So start with the wisdom, take it, give
No more disease, no more pain,
Get back to the roots, and break the chain.
It’s time to rise it's time to stand
Back to the natural take your health back in hand

[Outro]
The real remedy, straight from the ground,
No more sickness, no more sound.
Live strong, live right, take back your time,
Get back to whole foods, it's your prime

The Real Remedy

Instrumental and vocals generated with Suno AI.
Lyrics written by Dr Mester .
Not for commercial use.

Preface:

Every massage therapist has heard it all—wild requests, ridiculous expectations, and those oh-so-common awkward moments. Clients want deep tissue but not too deep, relaxation but not too relaxed, and somehow expect a 30-minute session to fix every ache they've had since high school.

"Massage Therapist Blues" is an anthem for every therapist who has smiled through the madness, held back the sarcasm, and just kept rubbing. From stubbly legs to moaning clients, this song dives into the funniest, weirdest things massage therapists hear on the job. So sit back, relax (but not too much), and enjoy the absurdity!


"Massage Therapist Blues"

(The Funny, Relatable Anthem)

[Verse 1]
Client walks in, says, “I’m feelin' tight,”
“Just work my shoulders, don’t touch the rest tonight!”
I say, “Oh honey, that’s not how it goes,
Your whole body’s a map, I’ll work every road!”

But she says, “I don’t like oils, can you skip that part?”
“Just rub me down with nothing, yeah, that’s an art!”
I’m like, “Sure, no oil, just bare hands, it’s fine,
But you’ll leave here drier than a desert’s spine!”

[Chorus]
Oh, I’m the massage therapist, yeah, I’m on my game,
But the stuff they say to me just drives me insane!
“Fix my back in ten minutes, can you make it flat?”
“I’m not a miracle worker, but I’ll give it a crack!”
Massage therapist blues, they don’t know what they ask,
But I’ll rub it out, baby, no questions, no mask!

[Verse 2]
Client says, “Ohh, I love your touch, can I take you home?”
I say, “Sorry, honey, I’m married to my foam!”
Then she says, “Can you go deeper? My muscles are so tight!”
I drop my voice low, “Is this deep enough tonight?”

She moans again, “I love your touch, you’re a gem!”
I smile, “Honey, I’m just here to treat your muscle’s hem!”

And then she says, “No feet, please! I hate my feet!”
I laugh and say, “No worries, we’ll just keep that part discreet!”

Then she says, “I’m sorry, I forgot to shave my legs.”
I say, “No worries, honey, I’m here for muscles, not your stubble!”

[Chorus]
Oh, I’m the massage therapist, yeah, I’m on my game,
But the stuff they say to me just drives me insane!
“Fix my back in ten minutes, can you make it flat?”
“I’m not a miracle worker, but I’ll give it a crack!”
Massage therapist blues, they don’t know what they ask,
But I’ll rub it out, baby, no questions, no mask!

[Bridge]
She says, “I lost my shoulder, my knees, my hips and my neck,
But can you fix me up in thirty minutes? Oh heck!”
I grin and say, “Girl, I’m a therapist, not a magician,
But I’ll work with what we’ve got, no need for a petition!”

[Verse 3]
She says, “Work my calves, but don’t touch my feet,”
I say, “Girl, I’m a therapist, not a circus feat!”
She says, “I need a miracle, a flat tummy now!”
I say, “Well, I’ll start with your shoulders, and we’ll figure it out somehow!”

[Chorus]
Oh, I’m the massage therapist, yeah, I’m on my game,
But the stuff they say to me just drives me insane!
“Fix my back in ten minutes, can you make it flat?”
“I’m not a miracle worker, but I’ll give it a crack!”
Massage therapist blues, they don’t know what they ask,
But I’ll rub it out, baby, no questions, no mask!

Massage Therapist Blues

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Massage Therapist Blues

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