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Keep Me Wild

An acoustic version, recorded live in session at the BBC.

Lux Lisbon - Demons You Show (BBC Acoustic Session)

Get Some Scars EP (Special Edition). A bonus track from our 
first album 'Your Heart Is A Weapon The Size Of Your Fist'.

We Don't Believe In Love No More (bonus track)

Get Some Scars EP (Special Edition) - A bonus track that first appeared on our album 'Your Heart Is A Weapon The Size Of Your Fist'. 

Animals (bonus track)

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Your Heart Is A Weapon The Size Of Your Fist

Demons You Show

The Devil Got Me Dancing

Bullingdon Club

Memento Mori

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Show Me The Money

Whatever Love Means

Since you shot my sorrows
Since you shot my sorrows down
All these troubles I've been carrying like weights 
They float onto the dusty ground

Since you turned your light 
Upon my darkened days
Oh how I've learned to love the silence and the violence 
Of this language born to fail. 

So I take this shot to see where it lands but
I can't put my faith into your sole gentle hands. 
You say is this love? Is this what is seems? 
I say "whatever love means"

Because if something can mean anything 
Then it means nothing to me. 

If every man is a poet, and every poet is a thief
Then why can't we confess with eloquence that
This disconnect brings a man to his knees
So come on words don't fail me
Cut out my tongue and hurt like hell 
Language died here honey in the poisoned mouth of love
Where we all are infidels. 

So I scream into this nothingness
A guilty conscience it needs to confess
I don't need words, because words are cheap, 
Like whatever love, whatever love, whatever love means

Because words are so cheap
They just come so god damn easily
Will you take out your heart ?
To see the hole in your soul where they used to be?

Words are so cheap, like whatever love means

I said words are so cheap.
They just come so god damn easily.  

And anyway, love is not a word, love is a deed.

Whatever Love Means

But if something can mean anything then it means nothing to me. 

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Lux Lisbon would like to extend huge thanks to Stephanie Hunt, Damian Mcgivern, Gillian McDermott, Michael Bragg, Mark Clarke, Stephen Harris, Rob Ferguson, George Houstoun, Bill Adamson, AJ Cerqueti, Debra S Mason, Paul Chamberlain, Alexander Scott, Gerd Pircher, Mary Amoon-Hickey and Chester Studzinski - thankyou all. 

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Whatever Love Means

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When You Need Somebody

Make Me A Believer

I got the right job, I got a fast car and wallet yet unbroken by no cocktail bar
I can hold my own when talking politics
I can even approximate Jimi Hendrix’ licks.
I got face nobody ever really hates, some have even loved and most they can tolerate.
I got my shit together, my ducks all in a row
I got my chakras aligned and my latte to go.

But having said that, I’m still a hot mess.
Falling through life just hoping for the best.
I need to cool down my situation
So still heating up, imagine my frustration.

That I, Oh I'm just a hot mess.
Don’t know what to say or what to do.
But why, oh why won’t you confess?
That maybe you’re a hot mess too?

They say it could be you, but oh hell yes it was me 
The winner of this mortal coil’s sick lottery.
And I wore a shit eating grin as one by one, all my numbers, they came in.

And yet despite it all I’m still a hot mess
Crawling through life just hoping for the best
I got this fever now, but the prescription
Just ain’t becoming for a man in my condition

That I, Oh I'm just a hot mess.
Don’t know what to say or what to do.
But why, oh why won’t you confess?
That maybe you’re a hot mess too?

You're just a hot, hot mess (maybe you're hot mess too)
Oh why? Why won't you confess?
Baby you're a hot mess, so if there's no protest
I just wanna undress you, on yes it's true 
We'd make a hot, hot mess 

I killed my golden goose with my fattened calf
So since you seen me naked, how’d you like me now?

That I'm just a hot mess

Yeah I’m just a hot mess
And baby your a hot mess too
So why don’t we undress
And see what a little love can do?

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Lux Lisbon is aesthetically classic and lyrical poprock from Stuart Rook, a songwriter from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK. 

'Hot Mess' is the first new Lux Lisbon material in over 3 years since taking an extended break after selling out London Scala as a DIY act in 2017.  

http://luxlisbon.com

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'Hot Mess' 

Guitars and Bass : Luke Gaul
Drums  : Harry Still
Mix : James Barr
Producer : Luke Gaul
Engineering + Recording : Luke Gaul and John Martindale

HOT MESS

I told you baby, I’m a psychopath
You’ve never seen me smile, never seen me laugh
I speak in tongues, but I still make sense
To the sweet, and the savage, and the dispossessed

So I swore to them "Yeah I’ll march with you down Pennsylvania Avenue”
It was like when Jesus said “come follow me”
Except that I’d be home watching on TV.

You said that you wanted someone pure, so beautiful, magnificent.
So I said if I build a wall, would you call me ‘Mr President?’

I'm such a whore for recognition
That I’ll incite you to sedition
Just Cos it turns me on
It just turns me on
When you call me ‘Mr President’

I said your future, comrades, it’s a fantasy,
So go on and bomb the past, and do it all for me
Was those Commies who gave you this disease
INSURRECTION! SEDITION! then liberty.

Because manipulation baby, it’s an art - I got down to a tee
A dollar store Descartes - “I shop therefore I am”
So yeah I’ll look the part, at the riot, candy on your arm

I'm such a whore for your attention
That I'd incite an insurrection.
Cos it turns me on
Yeah it turns me on
When you call me ‘Mr President’
Cos it turns me on
Yeah it turns me on
When you call me ‘Mr President’
You can make me great again
Don't say so say so long, don't say so long
"So long Mr President'

Don't ever stop 
We'll never stop 
You can can make me great again

That caught my lies back on VHS
Now I'm post factual and I'm overdressed 
For my own funeral that I can't accept
Cos I know that you can't love someone to death

So Long, Mr President

AKA Stuart Rook. 

"Lux Lisbon's strength is in the impressive array of differing song styles and the continual presence of intelligent and emotive words, tripping off the tongue like poetry" - NARC Magazine

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