This song is my 'single entry' for the Lights and Lines Album Writing Club.
Please listen to the end, the messages get more potent as the song progresses.
Part of the album titled 'The Product' an electro-folk protest album about the state of the country and my interpretation of the causes...

Lyrics:

This life of comfort, this life of life of opportunities,
What was the price of your big house in the country?

Should you ask for forgiveness,
And should you make amends?

How did you come to be so powerful?
How did things come to be so unequal?

Should you ask for forgiveness,
And should you make amends?
Should you ask for forgiveness,
And should you make amends?

Should you pay back the profits?
Should you recompense?
Should you give up the titles?
And should you start again,
With nothing, like we did, like we did?

Is it who you grew up with,
And where you went to school?
Are we the ones that deserve it?
Or are we just a tool?

Should we ask for forgiveness,
And should we make amends?

Reparations

The next album from Time. Space. Repeat. - the soundtrack to a utopian society, destroyed by hubris and unforeseen events. Everything has its consequence.

Bossa Never

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

This is my submission for the Indie Boom February 2025 Song Writing Club. 
The theme I picked was "Love's Last Breath". It's just a break up song about coming to grips with it being over.

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The words are hollow
Promises unkept 
Too proud to swallow
Truth I can’t accept
It was good while we had
Under god and all of that
Another 2 becoming 1
Til it unraveled and came undone
Got none at all, all at once
I’ll take the fall, it’s what she wants
Another night and then another dawn
Dreaming of another life cause now it's gone

It's time I see it the way it is
It's time I see it the way it is
The way it is, the way it is

The water’s are shallow
Nothing to those depths
A love lay fallow
Taking her last breath

But looking back, ain’t moving on
All that greener grass, it’s another con
No way to stop what's to come
Beaten down to the point I'm numb
Another day thinking what went wrong
Another dusk where i belong
Another night and now another dawn
Remembering another life not that its’ gone

It's time I see it the way it is
It's time I see it the way it is
The way it is, the way it is

All the words I could not say
All the words I could not say

It's time I see it the way it is
It's time I see it the way it is
The way it is, the way it is

The Way It Is (Beta)

The Message

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.

The Way It Is (Beta)

jpeck