A cover of The Lumineers' 'Cleopatra' by Scott Whitten.
Recorded on July 28th, 2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

I was Cleopatra, I was young and an actress
When you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand
But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black dress
With my father in a casket, I had no plans, yeah

And I left the footprints, the mud stained on the carpet
And it hardened like my heart did when you left town
But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant
Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around

But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time

While the church discouraged, any lust that burned within me
Yes my flesh, it was my currency, but I held true
So I drive a taxi, and the traffic distracts me
From the strangers in my backseat, they remind me of you

But I was late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time

And the only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce
But I've read this script and the costume fits, so I'll play my part

I was Cleopatra, I was taller than the rafters
But that's all in the past love, gone with the wind
Now a nurse in white shoes leads me back to my guestroom
It's a bed and a bathroom
And a place for the end

I won't be late for this, late for that, late for the love of my life
And when I die alone, when I die alone, when I die I'll be on time


Writer(s): Simone Felice, Jeremy Fraites, Wesley Schultz



Cleopatra (The Lumineers cover)

A cover of Lana Del Rey's 'Video Games' by Scott Whitten.
Recorded on July 30th, 2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

Swinging in the backyard
Pull up in your fast car
Whistling my name
Open up a beer
And you say, "Get over here
And play a video game"
I'm in his favorite sundress
Watchin' me get undressed
Take that body downtown
I say, "You the bestest"
Lean in for a big kiss
Put his favorite perfume on
Go play your video game
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
And, baby, now you do
Singin' in the old bars
Swingin' with the old stars
Livin' for the fame
Kissin' in the blue dark
Playin' pool and wild darts
Video games
He holds me in his big arms
Drunk and I am seeing stars
This is all I think of
Watchin' all our friends fall
In and out of Old Paul's
This is my idea of fun
Playin' video games
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
And, baby, now you do
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
Tell me all the things you wanna do
I heard that you like the bad girls
Honey, is that true?
It's better than I ever even knew
They say that the world was built for two
Only worth living if somebody is loving you
And, baby, now you do

Songwriters: Elizabeth Grant / Justin Parker / Graham Perez / Tatiana Schwaninger / Purplesparklybentley

Video Games (Lana Del Ray cover)

A cover of Bob Dylan's 'Don't Think Twice It's Alright.  
Recorded on 8/2/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If'n you don't know by now
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow

When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm a-traveling on
But don't think twice, it's all right

And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road

But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
But we never did too much talking anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right

So it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
And it ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
I can't hear you anymore

I'm a-thinking and a-wonderin' walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child, I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

So long honey, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say, "Fare thee well"

I ain't a-saying you treated me unkind
You could've done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

Songwriter: Bob Dylan


Don't Think Twice It's Alright (Bob Dylan cover)

A cover of S.G. Goodman's 'Snapping Turtle'.
Recorded on 8/8/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

When you're a farm kid in a small town
You drive before the legal age
And I won't forget that day
When I drove up on some low-down kids
They were all huddled around a poor snapping turtle
Taking turns with a stick
They were beating the hell out of it
So I asked if I could take a lick

When I raised my hand, I brought down the wrath of God himself
Beat those kids till they were crying out for help
I couldn't help myself
Then threw the turtle in the truck
Ooh, small town is whеre my mind gets stuck

Leann, thoughts go back again to Lеanna
Eighteen became a mother
Leann, thoughts go back again to Leanna
Already raised her little brother

I recall a train ride through the countryside
In the south of France
Young, poor, and weighing my circumstance
And where I couldn't play God

Leann once spent a summer in Paris - Paris, Tennessee
The only Paris Leann would ever meet
We talked about it all on a bleacher seat
When we were back in county school

Ooh, ooh

I grew up hard on bottom land
Where only crops should grow
Watched people reap what the demons sowed
And I take it with me everywhere

And I've been told I can come off hard
Hard as the world I've known
Walking around with my spirit broke
Surprised to see love every now and then

Told to pray for forgiveness, oh, and to pray for grace
Not after seeing Leanna's face
A life beat down like that snapping turtle day
God could have thought up a better way
To teach me just how small I am
To teach me the other side of luck

Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck


Written by S.G. Goodman

Snapping Turtle (S.G. Goodman cover)

A cover of Beck's 'Jack-Ass'.
Recorded on 8/11/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

I've been drifting along
In the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying a noose
In the back of my mind

If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together
It's a strange invitation

When I wake up
Someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will
Rise in the cool of the evening

I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant
When I think it's all beginning

I've been drifting along
In the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying a noose
In the back of my mind

If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together
It's a strange invitation


Written by Beck Hansen

Jack-Ass (Beck cover)

A cover of The Swell Season's 'Great Weight'.
Recorded on 8/17/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

"This song is about throwing off the weight and burdens of unnecessary struggle. It’s a take stock moment. A kind of report from the center of a clearing storm. It’s violent, but one knows it’s gonna leave one at a new beginning. Any way the wind blows. I shall roam. Every direction is suddenly available." – Glen Hansard

Great weight has lifted
Great weight is gone
Great waves of wonder
Are coming on
The clouds are parted
The sky is clear
The sun is grinning
From ear to ear
No rolling thunder
No gathering storms
We've been sitting in the dark for too long

A great weight has lifted
Great weight is gone

Great tongues have spoken
Hard lessons learned
The spell is broken
The tables have turned
Nobody's falling
Through the cracks
Nobody's breathing
All down my back
No fiery furnace
No tolling bells
No more wandering around the nine circles of hell

Great weight has lifted
Great weight is gone

Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows now
I will roam

New moons are rising
Great towers fell
We're drawing water
Up from the well
The fields are blooming
The seeds are sown
The gods, alighting
Back on their thrones
And in their absence
Didn't we do well?
They decided they would leave us fend for ourselves

Great weight has lifted
Great weight is gone

The storms are broken
The coast is clear
The sands have shifted
Nobody's near
You had your chance, but
Your chance is blown
Tyrants go tumbling
It's just how it goes
Their mighty empire
Gone up in smoke
Well, fuck them if they can't take a joke

A great weight has lifted
Great weight is gone

Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows now
Any way my love goes
Every way the wind blows
Any road I wanna go down
I will roam
I will roam
Over land, over sea, over foam

Go circle the wagons
Tell me, who can we trust?
We've been out on the margins
We've been left in the dust
We waited in silence
We saw what we saw
It's holy murder
In the name of the law
We ruminated
We watched them divide
Now every time I raise my head, I'm made to take a side

A great weight has lifted
Great weight is gone
Great weight is gone
Great weight is gone, gone, gone, gone
Great weight is gone, gone, gone, gone

Written by Glen Hansard

Great Weight (The Swell Season cover)


A cover of Dan Reeder's 'Clean Elvis'.
Recorded on 8/18/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

I inject pure kryptonite into my brain
It improves my kung-fu and it eases the pain during
Acceleration when the pedal hits the floor
This thing burns nitroglycerin and powdered C4

And I will always love you

I drive a modified T-series Lola
It's kind of heavy but I like the feel
When I say Vietnam, it sounds just like Coca-Cola
I believe most anything, as long as it's not real

And I will always love you

I battle aliens from outer space
They got one eye right in the middle of their face
I grab my laser gun, I know my place
Somebody has to save the human race

And I will always love you

It seems hopeless but wouldn't you know?
They got a weakness and they let it show
They can't jump and they're a little bit slow
When I say world war two, I mean the video

And I
Help me, Elvis
I
Help me, Elvis
I
Come on now, Elvis
I can't help falling in love with you


Songwriters: Dan Reeder
Clean Elvis lyrics © Domino Publishing Co. Ltd.

Clean Elvis (Dan Reeder cover)

My cover of the traditional Irish/Scottish farewell song 'The Parting Glass'.
Recorded on 8/21/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

Of all the money that e'er I had
I have spent it in good company
Oh and all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me

And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They would wish me one more day to stay

But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be to you all

So if I had enough money to spend
And leisure time to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled

Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled

So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be to you all

The Parting Glass (Traditional Irish and Scottish Farewell)

My cover of 'First Class' by Rainbow Kitten Surprise.
Recorded on 8/27/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

Say we'll get married on a porch in Vegas
We can get hitched and have a couple of kids
And none of them will look at all like us
And our neighbors will all be a bit too much
And you'll live out in the desert with a man you never loved

Is this it?
What you want?
What you wanted?
Do you need love?
Am I enough for you?
In time you'll find I've got my baggage too

Say we'll get famous and we'll die with our names
In every paper, every news report is any consolation
To the people that you love and all the people that you hate
But will love you all the same, because you're beautiful

Say you didn't see it, that I saw right through you
Say you didn't mean it that I mean nothing to you
Like you said
Do you believe me?
That I'll be right for you
Say you love me like you used to

We were born splaying in the wreckage
Buried down on birds with stones
Bore my weight upon your shoulders
Water as warm as morning suns

I don't think quite like I used to
I got a bed to call my own
I see stars and painted lies
Broken glass upon your road

Now I'm driving home too soon
Say you love me like you used to

And we'll vacation first class
I'm breaking your fall
You're breaking my ass
You're working all day
Hating on all the bitches at work
You say you're ok
You're faking, fucked up
Drinking all day, you give me a cup
And I'll be damned if we can make it out of this alive, baby
I say I'll be damned if we can make it out of this alive

But is this what you want?
What you wanted?
Do you need love?
Am I enough for you?
In time you'll find I've got my baggage too

Oh, and say we'll get famous and we'll die with our names
In every paper, every news report is any consolation
To the people that you love and all the people that you hate
But we'll love you all the same, because you're beautiful
Say you didn't see it, that I saw right through you
Say you didn't mean it that I mean nothing to you

Like you said do you believe me?
That I'll be right for you
Say you love me like you used to
Say you love me like you used to

And we'll vacation first class
I'm breaking your fall
You're breaking my ass
You're working all day
Hating on all the bitches at work
You say you're ok

You're faking
Fucked up
Drinking all day, you give me a cup
And I'll be damned if we can make it out of this alive, baby
I say I'll be damned if we can make it out of this alive


Songwriters: Samuel Melo

First Class (Rainbow Kitten Surprise cover)

My cover of 'Every Other Freckle' by alt-j.
Recorded on 9/4/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

I want to share your mouthful
I want to do all the things your lungs do so well
I'm gonna bed into you like a cat beds into a bean bag
(Mm, mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
Turn you inside out and lick you like a crisp packet

Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh, oh

You're the first and last of your kind
(Pull me like an animal out of a hole)
I want to be every lever you pull
And all showers that shower you
Gonna paw, paw at you
Like a cat paws at my woolen jumper
(Mm, mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm)
Be your Minpin
And Borrower of handsome trivia

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Devour me
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Lou, Lou, let the cover girls sing

Do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do-do, do-do-do, do, do-do
Do-do-do, do-do

All hand claps, you will clap
(Let me be the wallpaper that papers up your room)
I want to be every button you press
And all the baths that surround you

Yes, I'm gonna roll around you
Like a cat rolls around saw dusted patios (ooh)
I'm gonna kiss you
Like the sun browns you 

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Devour me 
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh 
Devour me 
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh 

If you really think that you can stomach me 

I want every other freckle 
I want every other freckle
I want every other freckle
I want every other freckle 
Every other freckle, I want every other freckle 
I want every other freckle
Every other freckle, freckle 

Songwriters: Joe Newman / Augustus Unger Hamilton / Thomas Green
Every Other Freckle lyrics © Kobalt Music Copyrights Sarl

* may contain trace amounts of Chris Isaak's 'Wicked Game' via Tenacious D.

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