Randall Der: Keyboards, Beat programming, Percussion
Jeff Crisp: Vocals Lyrics
I saw her walking like a dream
Covered in tatoos & ice cream
Five little kids kicking at the doors
Of her rusted car
Think it was a Ford, think it was a Ford
A '68 Ford Fairlane
Is this just another love song
Like something from the past
Back before the rust was painted
And we knew how to laugh
Just another love song, another love song
Just another love song
Just another love song, another love song
Just another love song
The rain it fell
A hard rain was falling
The rain it fell
The coming light was blinding
She had to run no time to pack
No intention of turning back
With life at risk & rage behind
Escape is all she's got in mind
The rain it fell, the rain it fell
Moonlight fleeting
Five children sleeping
Time is dragging
Waiting for morning
The coming dawn will bring hope on
And put her back in the pink
The coming dawn will bring hope on
And put her back in the pink
Sunrise to the rescue, like an angel from the sky
Sunrise she prayed for is lighting up her eyes
Sunrise
Sunrise
I saw her walking
I saw her walking
I saw her walking like a dream
Covered in tatoos & ice cream
Just another love song, just another love song
(rivers throw through miles of rock
every human has a thought)
I saw her walking
I saw her walking
I saw her walking like a dream
Covered in tatoos & ice cream
Just another love song, 
(every human has a thought)
Just another love song
(every human has a thought
Covered in tatoos & ice cream
(every human has a thought)
Bodies buried in my roots
Filling me with worldly truths
I myself am a graveyard tree
Rising up over misery
Feel solid masses breaking
And blowing away like time
I feel this sense of urgency
Like gunfire when you're blind
So, Love up now people.

the pension

Crisp and Der: Ice Dream.

High & Dry / Crisp & Der / Four
Randal Der, Keyboards, Beat Programming, Percussion
Jeff Crisp, Lyrics, Vocals
Mixed, Produced by Randal Der 2022
Don't be a floater friend, ah, float on by
Don't be a floater friend, ah, float on by
Don't be a floater friend, ah, float on by
  Greetings swimmers! I'm here tonight to bring you
This special report
& Greetings growers, I'm here tonight
To highlight your reality
From Alaska to Pakistan
The water's running high
It is predicted that the herb will die
Uganda to Mexico
The water's running wild
It is predicted that the crop could fail
Bulgaria to Senegal
The water's running deep
It is predicted that the herb will die
South Korea To Sierra Leone
The water's running fast
It is predicted that the crop could fail
From where I sit it's all high & dry
We can jam a little Riddim & get a little high
From where I stand it's all high & dry
I ain't fool enough to turn a blind eye
Don't be a floater friend, ah, float on by
Don't be a floater friend, ah, float on by
Don't be a floater friend, ah, float on by
From Texas to Nigeria
The water's running wild
It is predicted that the herb will die
From Yemen to the Congo
The water's running wild
It is predicted that the crop could fail
From Haiti to Afghanistan
The water's running hard
It is predicted that the herb will die
From Sudan to Columbia
Water's running fast
It is predicted that the crop could fail
Don't be a floater friend,
Don't be a floater friend, 
Crop could fail
We can jam a little Riddim & get a little high
From where I stand
It's high & dry
We can jam a little Riddim & get a little high
From where I stand
It's high & dry
Don't be a floater friend, ah, float on by
Don't be a fool & turn a blind eye

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10. High and Dry /Crisp & Der / Four

Dry Earth / Crisp & Der / Four
Randal Der, Keyboards, Beat Programming, Percussion
Jeff Crisp, Lyrics, Vocals
Mixed & produced by Randal Der
  Why do they do all the things they do
Them half baked plans keep on falling through
Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop, drip drop
Why is the water all drying up
The skin of the thirsty rots like dust
& history is rising now from the mud
Yet the Nay Sayers say Nay
We haven't got enough
We're gonna stick it to the Ocean
& Rip out the plug
Gonna stick it to the Ocean
& Rip out the plug
Down the drain we go in a whirling
Swirling spiral of death
Down the drain we go remembering life
Love & ever lasting breath
Down the drain we go 'cause the money
ate the soul under Babylon's sole control
Canoe in the sand with the water all gone
I wear it like a hat now I'm walking in the sun
The rich selling shade at the muzzle of a gun
They keep it in the Vatican & hoard it
By the ton.
SandThrough my fingers
Sand through my toes
Sand in the hills where the 
River once flowed
Why do they do all the things they do
Them half baked plans keep on falling through
Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop, drip....
Sand in my fingers
Sand through my toes
Sand in the hills
where the river once flowed

3. Dry Earth / Crisp & Der / Four

Watch for it now
I can't catch your cold
'Cause I'm made of stone
& I won't bleed when squeezed
'Cause I'm made of stone
But I will crack & I will crumble
If you never get home
& I'm not easily shifted
'Cause I'm made of stone
& I'm not hurt by twisted words
'Cause I am made of stone
But I will crack & I will crumble
If you can't get home
Some are lost by the roadside
& dreams are lost under trees
All are lost to the wicked
Will somebody find them Please
Can somebody save them Please
Watch for it!
I can't fly alone
'Cause I'm made of stone
& I don't mind the pouring rain
'Cause I'm made of stone
But I will crack & I will crumble
If you don't reach home
Ya, I could stand alone
'Cause I'm made of stone
Or I could crush that killers bones
'Cause I'm made of stone
But I will crack & I will crumble
If you can't reach home
Some they fall by the wayside
& dreams are lost under trees
& All are lost to the wicked
Won't somebody find them Please
Can somebody save them Please
Some are lost by the roadside
& dreams are lost under trees
& all are lost to the wicked
Won't somebody find them Please
Can somebody save them Please

Crumble

Blisters / Crisp & Der / 2+2=5
Randal Der: Keyboards, Beat Programming, Percussion, Vocals
Jeff Crisp: Lyrics, Vocals
Mixed & Produced by Randal Der, 2023
  Blisters on his back
Blisters from the sun
Open wounds from a life
Lived under the gun
You may live your fancy life
You may have a butter knife
You may think you're living free
You may think that you are me
Blisters on his back
Blisters from the sun
Open wounds from the whip
Salted at the tip
Now you may love your politics
Mastered all the evil tricks
You may think that you're above
Lasting peace & One Love
You may have 100 shirts
Hanging in your second home
You may count on one hand
The homeless you have known
Blisters on his hands
Blisters on his face
Open wounds from a life
That was based on race
You may scoff at the stain
You may never feel the pain
You may think, or you may not
Money pays for your rot
Blisters on his feet
Blisters from the heat
Open wounds from the dirt
Living in a world of hurt
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
 Blisters on his back
Blisters from the sun
Open wounds from a life
Lived under the gun
You may live a life too rude
You may waste your Mother's food
You may think that you deserve
All that's kept in reserve
Blisters on his back
Blisters from the sun
Open wounds from the whip
Salted at the tip
You may love your politics
Mastered all the evil tricks
You may think that you're above
Lasting peace & One Love
You may run a charity
To advertise your name
You may reap the profits
& never feel the shame
Blisters on his hands
Blisters on his face
Open wounds from a life
That was based on race
You may scoff at the stain
You may never ask my name
You may think, or you may not
Your money pays for the rot
Blisters on his feet
Blisters from the heat
Open wounds from the dirt
Living in a world of hurt

9. Blisters / Crisp & Der / 2+2=5

Homeward / Crisp& Der / 2+2=5
Randal Der: Keyboards, Beat Programming, Percussion, Back Vocals
Jeff Crisp: Lyrics, Vocals
Mixed & Produced by Randal Der
...Just here for the fun
Yo! I'm just here for the fun
I no longer care where they point their guns
This planet is crying by design
The hypocrites saying that all is fine
Let them count their money from the depths of Hell
'Till the day there's nothing more to sell
Don't raise your bid & say come on through
'Cause my answer will be, Hey Fuck You Too!
In the church they were baptized
In the fields they were buried
Every Sunday on the pews
Saying their Hail Marys
Was the Third world saved
By the second world war
Did the first world war
Know what came before
Selling people & buying votes
Shove synthetics up a bleeding nose
Their thinking's not as deep as their fracking holes 
With hearts too small for their blackened souls
But Hey, I'm just here for the fun
I no longer care where they point their guns
Fools will be fools as history knows
With genius tossed upon the coals
When propaganda converts the voice
And advertising controls the choice
Hope will become a four letter word
Undefinable & rarely heard
Brains are washed & conditioned
For truth can't be
Stranger than fiction
FU2, fiction, I'm just here for the fun
Now I'm just here for the fun (fiction)
Gonna get my joy with the rising sun
I'm just here for the fun
Gonna watch their lies all come undone
I won't gloat & I won't vote
when the coming flood sees them choke
Gonna find my joy with the rising sun
I don't care if they drop their guns
With too many cooks in the kitchen (fiction)
Too many drivers at the wheel
They tried forever to fool us all
But that wasn't in the deal
Brains are washed & conditioned
'Cause truth can't be 
Stranger than fiction
I'm just here for the fun
I'm just here for the fun
I'm just here for the fun
I'm just here for the fun
I'm just here for the fun
On your way home
Fuck you too, On your way home
On your way home, On your way home
Brains are washed & conditioned
Truth can't be stranger than fiction
Stranger than fiction
On your way home, come on through
On your way home
On your way home, FU2, On your way home
From the depths of Hell, FU2, come on through
On your way home
From the depths of Hell, FU2, come on through
On your way home
From the depths of Hell, FU2, come on through
On your way home
From the depths of Hell, FU2, come on through
On your way home
From the depths of Hell, FU2,come on through
On your way home
From the depths of Hell,, come on through
On your way home
From the depths of Hell, FU2,come on through
From the depths of Hell,
From the depths of Hell,
Fuck You Too
From the depths of Hell!

6. Homeward /Crisp & Der / 2+2=5

Coup Laid / Crisp & Der / 2+2=5
Randal Der: Instrumentation, lyrics, vocals
Jeff Crisp: Vocals, additional lyrics
Mixed & produced by Randal Der
Coup laid, coup laid
Kool aid
Coup laid, coup laid
Coup Laid
They drank the Kool aid
They drank the Kool aid
Coup laid coup laid
Kool aid
Coup laid coup laid
Coup Laid
They drank the Kool aid
They tasted Kool aid
Coup Laid
They drank the Kool aid
They tasted Kool aid
Coup laid, coup laid
Coup Laid
Kool Aid Coup Laid
A real funny man
Laid back & mellow
Loved all the cultures
With the red green & yellow
He'd pound his drum
The sax would bellow
Oh Boy, Out come the Jello
Kool aid Coup laid Jello
Coup laid Kool aid
Kool aid Coup Laid
They drank the Kool aid ....
Jello
Out come the Jello
Jello
Oh Boy, Out come the Jello
White sheep standing in a line
Dark beast messin' with their minds
Total control, lead by the nose
Dressed alike in flowing robes
They drank the Kool Aid
Coup laid Kool aid
Some may call it manipulation
Some may call it art, coup laid
Oh boy, they drank the Fool aid
Kool aid, Kool aid
Oh Boy!
One more time everyone
Kool aid
They drank the Kool aid
Coup laid, Kool aid
Oh Boy, they drank the Kool Aid
Coup laid Kool aid, Oh Boy
Kool Aid, Cool Aid
Fool Aid, Coup Laid

4. Coup Laid / Crisp & Der / 2+2=5

Doesn't Matter Anyway / Crisp & Der / 2=2+5
Randal Der: Keyboards, Beats, Percussion
Jeff Crisp: Lyrics, Vocals
Mixed & Produced by Randal Der, 2023
I'd like to welcome back to the stage
After a thirty six year absense
The New Spearchuckers
Take it away boys!
It doesn't matter anyway
It doesn't matter anyway
Dance..
It doesn't matter anyway
Dance..
It doesn't matter anyway
So get up & dance
It doesn't matter anyway
Don't blow a last chance
It doesn't matter anyway
We've done all we can
It doesn't matter anyway
They're sitting on their hands
Tell me man, 
What a ya been up to?
I'm a happy guy
& This a happy song
Get up on your feet
Come & sing along
I'm a happy guy
But I see what's wrong
Spent a lifetime fixing
This world through song
It doesn't matter anyway
Just get up & dance
It doesn't matter anyway
We'll party while it lasts
It doesn't matter anyway
They don't give a damn
It doesn't matter anyway
Just do what you can
It doesn't matter anyway
Just get up & dance
It doesn't matter anyway
Don't blow a last chance
Ya man! Yes I am
Yes I am
I'm a happy guy
& This a happy song
Get up on your feet
Come & sing along
I'm a happy guy
But I see what's wrong
Spent a lifetime fixing
This world through song
It doesn't matter anyway
It doesn't matter..anyway
It doesn't matter anyway
It doesn't matter anyway
So get up & dance
It doesn't matter anyway
Don't blow a last chance
It doesn't matter anyway
We've done all we can
It doesn't matter anyway
They're sitting on their hands
It doesn't matter
I'm a happy guy
& This a happy song
It doesn't matter anyway
Get up on your feet
It doesn't matter anyway
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter anyway

1. Doesn't Matter Anyway / Crisp & Der / 2+2=5

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in the meadow / crisp'n der 2011
with thanks of course to 
neil young, paul macartney & alan wilson

In the meadow /  crisp'n der

All the kings' horses & all the queens' men
Gathered around the President
They shot him a cure & stood him up straight
Loud Boys are jumping they took the bait.
Some they are thinking that it ain't so bad
Maybe no worse than that Cancer you have
People are foolish & follow like sheep
Into the quagmire that's much too deep.
It's a sticky situation, in a convoluted nation
It's a sticky situation, that's tearing families apart.
Natures' world is a beautiful place
What they call wilderness, we call home
This other world that's sold by man
Leaves no room for truth to stand.
Some are extremists & will go too far
Unwarranted cuts leave an ugly scar
Remember the history & run from the flames
Don't be burned by their games of shame.
It,s a sticky situation, in a convoluted nation
It's a sticky situation, that's tearing families apart.
All of my friends use common sense
An old time thing, keeps you off the fence
All of my friends gonna live a long time
If that's what destiny's got in mind.
It's a sticky situation, in a convoluted nation
It's a sticky situation, that's tearing families apart.
It's a sticky situation, in a convoluted nation
It's a sticky situation, that's tearing families apart.

9. Blisters / Crisp & Der / 2+2=5

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