"Sheila" is darkly humorous in parts.Inspired by overhearing chatty grannies at a coffee shop.This is the recently remastered version (as I was not satisfied with my original mix)
Lyrics:
Sheila just buried another husband
By tomorrow, she will be back on the market
The last one was from a heart attack
He was a lousy bum anyway 
Sheila picks a new husband
The latest crop gather on the fire scape
Her hair is as red as a fire hydrant
Has never come down to meet her face

Ch:
I'm single for life
Of husband material i was not made
I'm single for life
In a rush hour crowd spot the troubled face

I never did participate 
In their rigged sports
Spectator watching from his cage
They always bet on the loudest horse
I never did  participate 
In their rigged sports

Sheila buries another husband
Widows gather to talk shop
Johnny's wall her cooking melted 
And they danced like in a ballroom up and down the block
Sheila got pregnant the first time
During seventh inning at Ebbets field
People mistaked her for Bacall 
All night long at the Big Sleep premiere

(Matchmaker there is no match
Matchmaker there is no match 
Matchmaker there is no match
Matchmaker there is no match)

Ch:
I'm single for life
Of husband material i was not made
I'm single for life
In a rush hour crowd spot my troubled face

I'm single for life
Just dust inside the locket
I was drowning and drew a lifeline
Hidden in a klepto's back pocket

I never did  participate 
In their rigged sport
Spectator watching from his cage
They always bet on the loudest horse

Matchmaker there is no match
Matchmaker there is no match 
Matchmaker there is no match
Matchmaker there is no match 
Matchmaker there is no match for me
Matchmaker there is no match for me 
Matchmaker there is no match for me
Matchmaker there is no match for me 
Matchmaker Im no catch
Matchmaker I'm no catch 
Matchmaker I'm no catch
Matchmaker I'm no catch

Sheila Buries Another Husband (Remastered Single version)

Sheila Buries Another Husband

Sheila Buries Another Husband (2021 Remaster)

"Ringing in the Decay" is an older piece that called out for me to complete as my soundtrack of sorts for these strange times of pandemics & mandates.

Solitary Animal

Ringing In The Decay

I wrote "Shipwrecked Introvert Refuses Rescue" about the beauty of being alone on an empty (city) beach in wintertime.The song has a heavy,percussive feel but softens for the keyboard-driven chorus.An electro-fusion in ways.

Lyrics:
It's a rare day at the beach
For the introvert
A shark sighting did the trick
I'm surprised the call even worked
Now my bootprints mark the sand
A seagull perched on my hand
My pale skin submits to a tan
This too comes to a crashing end

Ch:
We are just strangers at the ball
Our baggage concealed in masks
Before I overthink this too
Can I have this dance,with you?

It's a rare day at the beach
For the loner
The storm made the sheep scatter
I wish it would have happened sooner
The waves call out to be surfed
I liberate my scars from this long shirt
Perched on my hand is a blackbird
And we will not be disturbed

Ch:
We are just strangers at the ball
Our damage concealed in masks
Before I overthink this too
Can I have this dance,with you?

It's a rare day at the beach
Captured to photographs
I have my walkman
To distract my head
The transmission lost
It's gone back to black
The transmission lost
it's gone back to black

The nervous man to the left
Overthinks with every breath
The pacing man to the right 
Is a wired impulsive mess
I'm drowning in the middle
Inside this anxious head
Brain fogs and mental blocks
Transmission lost,back to black

Before I overthink this too
Can I have this dance with you?
Before I overthink this too
Can I have this dance?

Shipwrecked Introvert Refuses Rescue,Albeit Politely (Single)

Shipwrecked Introvert Refuses Rescue,Albeit Politely

This is a new remix of "Vladdy,You Had Me at Genius (The Trump Wall of 1958)" with "Pocket of Polaroids".Two fidgety sf electro songs with a spy-fi feel and darkly humorous lyrics.The former was inspired by the Walter Trump episode of the 1958 western 'Trackdown'.The latter was inspired by a Henry Kissinger Halloween mask at a NYC thrift shop.Thought it would be fun to remix them as one mad continuous track.

Vladdy's Polaroids (Vladdy,You Had Me at Genius/Pocket of Polaroids Remix)

"Shut Up Barbara/ Not Talking To The TV Anymore" was a single song from 2005 that was heard by maybe two people and a cat."Shut Up Barbara" was was inspired by a morning gab show on the tv at the dentist waiting room.The intrusive "why are you still single?" line of questioning got on my nerves.But it's a humorous song with a sci-fi undercurrent.Then I wrote the unrelated,darker "Not Talking To The TV Anymore" that served as a short companion piece.Like watching bad TV and then throwing the TV out the window.

Lyrics:
Shut up Barbara 
na na na na 
You would be nothing without your lisp 
Shut up Barbara 
na na na na 
Are you through spitting out pits? 

"Housewives want to know 
Are you a lesbo?" 
"Were you abducted 
By UFO's?" 

Shut up Barbara 
na na na na 
Did you fall from your makeup chair ? 
Shut up Barbara 
na na na na 
All the dead air 

And the chickens cluck 
Got their feathers plucked 
When you are in the neighborhood
I hope you get mugged 

Ch: 
What made the Duke get off his horse? 
well it was you ofcourse 
what made Ryan and Ali not hold hands? 
what made Gene Kelly not want to dance? 

Shut up Barbara 
na na na na 
Stop stepping on my toe 
Shut up Barbara 
na na na na 
You are the reason it didnt grow 

"Housewives want to know 
Are you a lesbo?" 
Why did you possess 
My remote control? 

Shut up Barbara 
na na na na 
Did you lose your teeth like i? 
I hope a carriage pushes you to 
The end of the grocery line 

And the chickens cluck 
Got their feathers plucked 
When you are in the neighborhood
I hope you get mugged 

Ch:
_________________
I'm not talking to the tv anymore
An old comic's finest hour before time steals it all 
The laugh track grows louder through the dark corridor
I'm not talking to the tv anymore

Shut Up Barbara / Not Talking to the TV Anymore

Shut Up Barbara/ Not Talking To The TV Anymore

I wanted to capture the feel of summertime shoplifters.The lyrics inspired by someone from long ago.

Lyrics:
She's in a group
For kleptomaniacs
Ooo the summer heat
Cools her sticky hands
Tonight she'll slumber
Wrapped in satin sheets
Next to a gold box
Of gourmet sweets
Watch her empty out
Ooo the clothing rack
Purple lipstick
In her red grab bag
Lose the leather gloves
Free your sticky hands
We all wanted to quit
But have you seen the price of eggs?

Ch:
Shoplifters anonymous
This meeting is adjourned
Thank you for this fruit basket
Of rotten apples crawling with worms

She's in a group
For kleptomaniacs
Mama's got her boy a mitt
And her girl a designer hat
Mama got somethin'
To wear for daddy in bed
Have you seen honey
Ooo the price of eggs?

Ch:
Shoplifters anonymous
This meeting is adjourned
Thank you Lord for this fruit basket
Of rotten apples crawling with worms

These impulsive highs
To blunt relentless lows
Racing our shopping carts
Out automatic doors
The times that she's been caught
You can count on one hand
She don't shop anyway
In the stores where she is banned

Shoplifters Anonymous (Single)

Shoplifters Anonymous

"Lon Chaney Jr. As An Angry Mute" gives props to monster/sci fi horror movie legend Lon Chaney, Jr. (particularly Indestructible Man).


Lon Chaney Jr. as the Angry Mute

This is a dark reconstruction of "Shoplifters Anonymous" that seems appropriate for these short fall days with Halloween creeping in.I revisited the outwardly summery "Shoplifters Anonymous" to mix down the bass.Somehow I went down this strange dark trip with it,with many flesh-hungry insects almost in need of vocal credits.It is what it became.

Shoplifters Anonymous (We Are Insect Food Remix)

Electro/trip-hop song inspired the yacking old widows at the coffee shop.

Machine Insomnia

Panic In The Crazy House is manic and mad but blissfully so.

Hide The Abyss

Panic In The Crazy House

"The Interrogation Room" is one of my heavier songs,The lyrics about overthinking yourself into 'the interrogation room'

The Interrogation Room

"Vladdy,You Had Me at Genius (The Trump Wall of 1958)" is an electro sci-fi song inspired by the comical absurdity of the Trump Wall - from a tv character named Trump in 1958 to the reality tv sh** show today.

Vladdy,You Had Me at Genius

Gravesend Trolley is dark electronic music that consists of a solitary man with  midi keyboards,a mic. & a possessed computer of loopy sounds. The longtime outlet for a melancholic soul to find release in the dark.

Robert Samuels - Vocals,Keyboards,Production,Lyrics

Gravesend Trolley

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