You can sit wherever you like, but
Don't distract the autopilot
For your safety and mine
Please be orderly behind the line

The future's bright
And the past is dead
Put your trust in the power of rust
At least I think that's what he said

Please can I politely advise you
To do whatever the autopilot says
Please relax and enjoy the ride
As we plummet to our fiery deaths
We could try to fight or run but
I guess it all depends
If you value your freedom or comfort more
It's all the same in the end

The future's written
And the past is gone
For your safety and convenience
The camera is always on

Invest your every movement with meaning
That's the only way we'll beat them
Are you certain who you're talking to?
Are you certain that you've thought this through?

The past is yours but the future's dead (repeat)
Ah I think that's what he said

Don't distract the autopilot

You can sit wherever you like, but
Don't distract the autopilot
Or he might bring your vehicle
To a sudden stop

Don't Distract the Autopilot

Elephant

Blue

Don't Shine Your Light On Me

The partners of HJJW present to you Playing Office from their business themed album ‘Sound Investments’. Combining the skills of Andrew Hartshorn, Cosmic Bos (the Jackson brothers) and ASeaWarren, this musical slice of modern office life takes you on a journey through the 9 to 5, examining the existential crisis of work life balances and overtime taxes, timesheets and insurance policies, major lifts and minor falls. The themes of the album are directly represented in Playing Office, with its references to Michael Scott and David Brent, and a couple of other hidden Easter eggs for the office media savvy, the job is what you make it, so make it fun.

HJJ&W are here to represent music made by the people for the people, vote for Playing Office and help HJJ&W become the legitimate musical firm they are destined to become.

PLAYING OFFICE by HJJ&W

Went to the music market today
We did a business and came away
With a bag full of bass lines and half whistled tunes
A four to the floor that we accent with spoons
Tidy melodies all stocked and shared
Progressive chord structures harmonically paired
Time to play office, we’re cutting it fine 
Under a tight rapidly approaching deadline

I wanna be Jim
But I’m probably Dwight
Or Michael Scott at threat level midnight
It’s entertainment 
Clear for all to see
We’re victims of the industry 

But it’s okay, we are artists at heart
Our dedication needs to be to our art
We’re playing office so we can pay the bills
While in our spare time keep developing skills
Turning hobbies into business is hard
Your wits must be sharp and always on guard
Reading contracts when you’re just a bard
That makes albums in sheds in a tiny backyard 

Feeling like Tim
But acting like Brent
So much time paid for and poorly misspent 
Wake up like Dawn
Take charge like Pam
The sweetest of sounds always spread like jam
Be your own boss
Bend all the rules
Stop playing office and start playing school
Learning’s cool
We are all fools

Break the habit, break, break the habit
Chase the rabbit, chase, chase the rabbit
We’ve never had it, never, ever had it
We blinked it bolted and no one could grab it

Change the pattern, change, change the pattern
Pass the baton, pass, pass the baton
It’s bound to happen, bound, bound to happen 
Right on the seats that we’re sat on

I wanna be Jim
But I’m probably Dwight
Or Michael Scott, Threat Level Midnight all right
Feeling like Tim
But foolish like Brent
Time milked for money just to barely scrape rent
Waking to Dawn
Open like Pam
Doing the business and not falling for scams
With my red stapler
I’m going to town
Say otherwise and I’ll burn the whole building down

Playing Office

Instrumental track for the Album Writing club

Funkamorphosis

Drift

Keegan Clark - vocals, production,    https://keeganclark.bandcamp.com/


I awake from a state that couldn’t escape
For the life of the years where I waited away

The bullshit showing through the windows I have. Gotta clean them up but I’m on my ass

Still wanna know what the hell is up I’ve had enough, I’m incredulous 

We’re the smartest motherfuckers on the planet would it kill us for second if we tried to act like it?!

(We’re the smartest motherfuckers on the planet would it kill us for second if we tried to act like it?!)

(Tried to act like it?!)

(Tried to act like it?!)

I’m walking away from the shit that never worked. And I’ll liberate the strength to go berserk 

On any beat any fuckin day of the week
It’s another excuse to extend my streak

The seasons change, the dawn of a new age. I’ll rejuvenate with every step I take

I anticipate that it’s gonna be a challenge
But I’m on fire now, so I’ll manage!!

(But I’m on fire now, so I’ll manage!!)

(But I’m on fire now, so I’ll manage!!)

Like a child taking his my first steps
Through trials of what life throws next

With a smile for the audience 
Das ist wunderbar und nett 

I am fixing to convulse
On this beat by Cosmic Pulse

You Want Some? Here’s the result
I spring to bloom out of the mulch!!

(I spring to bloom out of the mulch!!)

You Want Some I’ll make it rain
Anything just say my name

Moving forward break the chains
Tidal waves in our own lanes

This is what I need to be
To motivate through energy

Preaching ain’t enough for me
I’ll be the change I want to see

(I wanna seeee oooooohhh!!!)

You want some, you want some baby
You want some, you want some

You want some, you sooome
Oh yeeeaahh!!

You Want Some?
I want to give it to you

You need some
I need to give it to you

Waking up
Regaining touch

I have broken free
You can’t cage me

Blossoming in solar rays
Promising to bring better days

Energy rising this is the start
Recalibrate my mind to follow my heart

You Want Some (prod. Cosmic Pulse) Featuring Keegan Clark

The Message

On Sunday, I turned off the news.
Turned off my phone.
And I wrote this song about a lazy Sunday.
But in the back of my mind,
I still knew the world was burning.

instrumental song. guitars, bass, drums, and a synth

the album art is a (fancied up) photo of Battery 223, a ww2 bunker on the beach in  Cape May  NJ . it seemed appropriate for the song

Lazy Sundays at the End of the World

Moth Drawn To A Flame

I am a singer, songwriter and a mediocre guitarist from the band Bosco and Peck. Been writing and recording music since the mid 90's.

Lazy Sundays at the End of the World

jpeck