JUST WORDS ​ I hear them before I see them and I lower my head I know what's coming before it's been said the same old lines still they fill me with dread ​ just words just words spat with venom or so called jest smile and sigh you know it is for the best you long to scream please just give it a rest just words the spark to light your fears just words the start of inner fears ​ just words just words ​ they're not sticks or stones but still they bruise deep barbs that hurt they get beneath your outward smiles while inside you weep ​ just words just words just words just words ✖️✖️✖️ written by Jürgen Joarder arranged, performed and produced by Mark Luto for the Songwriters in the Kitchen Cover Competition 2016 ​ © 2016 / all rights reserved

YOUR MISSION (44 TASKS) ​ drive home from work or whatever you've done make yourself dinner be up for some fun ​ turn on your computer but don't check your mail feel a bit randy follow the trail ​ log on to the chatroom I will be there ask me some questions be blunt if you dare ​ tease me a little but don't make me pray just put something on and get on your way ​ no need to pretend come as you are find my apartment the door is ajar ​ take off your shoes grab us two beers make yourself comfy don't mention my tears ​ turn off your phone look into my eyes hear my dumb story and what it implies ​ move a bit closer grab hold of my hand give me a smile and do understand ​ do not be bashful get out of your clothes show me some things that nobody knows ​ give me your body and give me some sweet thrills and shivers then make me come ​ caress me gently hold me a while tell me it's okay with your tender smile ​ let us stay naked all night long make us hot chocolate sing me a song ​ take me to bed kiss me goodnight lie down beside me make my dreams bright ✖️✖️✖️ written, performed and produced by Mark Luto ​ © 2016 / all rights reserved

ITALIAN LOVE SONG ​ you lure me away from my dreams in the morning you give me sweet kisses the whole of the day I want you to know how much I'll always love you oh you are so charming I can't keep away ​ whenever I touch you sweet shivers go through me I cannot hold off just keep plugging away I love you, I need you, adore you, my darling I love you is all I can say ​ you stand in the corner compellingly sexy one peek and my heart is completely in flames I succumb to your charms and you wake up my instincts and you make me call you voluptuous names ​ when your juices are flowing I get so excited I want to sense your taste with my tongue my animal instincts take hold of the scene and I'm feeling so rampant and young ​ my endless desire for you makes me muzzy as you are presenting me your gorgeous cup with your persuasiveness and your sensualism you always will get me up ​ without you my life would be dreadfully dull but you're here and you're faithful and tough like a queen please don't let me down, just stand by me forever my precious espresso machine ✖️✖️✖️ written, performed and produced by Mark Luto for a Songwriters in the Kitchen competition ​ the task was to 'write a bizarre love song with a twist, in a genre that you've never tried before'. ​ © 2016 / all rights reserved

THEM ​ them they work out at the gym they fly around in planes they ask for discount they read sophisticated books they try out fancy diets they always quit smoking they believe in the establishment they marvel at uninspired modern art they eat chocolate bars them they are creatively gifted they talk about money they care about refugees they're deeply compassionate they hose down their cars they walk their dogs they vote very, very left they have validated opinions on everything and when they close their eyes they sleep so marvellously well they dream of their good friends and how those friends admire… them they cook vegan curries they run on the sidewalk they save on taxes they drink still water they drink expensive wine they are so in charge they laugh a bit too loud they get tight-lipped around strangers they like health resort holidays (detox treatment) and when they fold their hands they know for sure they’ve got it right they sound off their beliefs and how their lord is fond of… them they build substantial houses they build fences and walls they track stock exchange quotations they wear fancy glasses they raise children they pile up cash they are majorly important they call each other darling and honey and they don’t give a shit ​ and when they close their eyes they sleep so marvellously well they dream of their good friends and how those friends admire them ​ and when they fold their hands they know for sure they’ve got it right they sound off their beliefs and how their lord is fond of them ✖️✖️✖️ written, performed and produced by Mark Luto ​ © 2016 / all rights reserved

TRASH ALONG THE HIGHWAY ​ there's trash along the highway dirty bottles, rusted cans there's trash along the highway billboards advertisin' wonderland ​ I would go somewhere if there was a place that I could stand ​ they talk about the internet I wish that I could go I've heard about the internet and its golden glow ​ but I’m stuck beside this highway cause my modem's way too slow ​ they played me for a sucker and they sucked me right on in they played me for a sucker said I could finally win ​ they took me for all I had then they said "Ambition is a sin." ​ there's trash along the highway that's all that I can see there's trash along the highway and part of it is me ​ this is where they threw me when my blood stopped turning green ​ there's trash along the highway that's all that I can see there's trash along the highway and part of it is me ✖️✖️✖️ lyrics by Stanfield Major composed, performed and produced by Mark Luto for the Songwriters in the Kitchen Smajor Lyrics Competition ​ © 2017 / all rights reserved

IN COLD BLOOD ​ it's hard to understand it's harder to believe the blood is on their hands it's in the air we breathe among the bicycles lying twisted there the tangled bodies left strewn across the square ​ running with the face of fear in cold blood our sons and our daughters cut down and taken from us in cold blood ​ can no one stop the slaughter? for the love of god they're killing them all in cold blood ​ there was no warning no mercy, no forgiveness just grey of morning and blood turned into mist the rain will come again and wash the stains away it will not heal the pain or wipe the memory ​ running with the face of fear in cold blood our sons and our daughters cut down and taken from us in cold blood ​ can no one stop the slaughter? for the love of god they're killing them all in cold blood ​ in cold blood in cold blood in cold blood in cold blood in cold blood in cold blood ✖️✖️✖️ written by the incredible Olbigead arranged, performed and produced by Mark Luto for the Songwriters in the Kitchen Cover Competition 2017 ​ © 2017 / all rights reserved