GARFUNKEL
©2014 words and music by jeff rauschl
Vocals, Rhythm Guitar and Bass Guitar  Jeff Rauschl  
Lead Guitar Tristyn Leach

I'd be glad to be your Garfunkel
Or you can play lead guitar, I'll just be the drummer
I'll let you have center stage
I'll be the chorus
feeling lucky that you're near us
	In the glow of your celebrity
	Fell the pulling of your gravity
		You got me spinning round round round
		round you like a satellite
		I'm spinning round round round
		round you like a satellite 
		

You can be my Marilyn
I'll be your Joe DiMaggio
You be Ruth or Arron 
I'll be your Joe DiMaggio
You can be that coffee machine
I'll sing your praises on the Radio and TV Screen
	Sell my Pride sell my dignity
	Drip drip drip dripping in your gravity
		You got me spinning round round round
		round you like a satellite
		I'm spinning round round round
		round you like a satellite 

(instrumental break)

	You can be the sun 
	I'll be the planets
	better yet
	You can be the sun 
	I'll be your Haley’s comet
	And I will wait 76 years
	for a brief chance to be near
	and all those other years it clear

		You got me spinning round round round
		ha ha ha ha, round you like a satellite
		I'm spinning round round round
		round you like a satellite 

GARFUNKEL (with Tristyn Leach)

A close encounter. One of my early tracks. 

Hey Mr. Spaceman (orignal song)

An early track. 
"You drove it deep with your lip-rip-stick"
LYRICS:
TREBLE HOOK
music and lyrics by jeff rauschl

You tricked me with your trebble hook
Hidden deep in the folds of your skin
and your devil looks
was a trebble hook

You tricked me with your trebble hook
lured me in with the sins of the flesh
I overlooked
the glint and the gleem
of your tebble hook

You drove it deep with your
LIP-RIP-STICK
Can't break the strength of your
MONOFILAMENT

Pulled me up from the depths
of my home
no defense
from the tension
of your trebble hook

your trebble hook
your trebble hook
your trebble hook barbs
they got me
trebble hook

A take the bait like some mouse trap cheese
I break the waves try to set myself free
You play me out
break me down with ease
with your trebble hook

ohh your trebble hook (40 lb test)
you got me with your trebble hook (40 lb test)
there's no defense
from the 40 lb test
of your trebble hook

I'm out of breath from your
GILL-NET-GRIP
I'll face the knives of your
FACTORY-SHIP
Swept away from the safety of the waves
by your trebble hook
....................
Brains, Body, Beauty




The three barbs
of your trebble hook

Treble Hook

Lyrics

17 ghosts haunt my house
on this lonely street
17 ghosts you'd just never believe
17 ghosts roam these halls when I go to sleep
17 ghosts and they're here just for me
17 ghosts one's named Bob from the Civil war
17 ghosts there's a girl barely four
17 ghosts a poltergeist that keeps slamming doors
17 ghosts one drags chains 'cross my floor
A toy clown in a chair seems to laugh so incessantly
something kicks my bed while it tugs on my sheets
Hear a scream from the closet shrill intense so blood curdling
A ghost in my toliet I can here it go pee
There's two ghosts in my kitchen
haunting all my appliances
One making toast while another makes tea
I hear a ghost in my air ducts messing up my air conditioning
a ghost from Miami records Spanish TV
I had a ghost call my name
another ghost tried to tickle me
A ghost in my toothpaste tried to whiten my teeth
Is that a ghost on my phone I won't buy what it's selling me
17 ghosts where is my sanity?

The 17th ghost is what I lost it's your memory
17th ghost in my heart endlessly
17 ghosts but only one scares me can't you see
17 ghosts i can never break free.

17 ghosts oh 17 ghosts and you're still haunting me

forget all those other 16 ghosts there's only one that really haunts me
You're the 17th ghost.

SEVENTEEN GHOSTS

(Might need a bit more volume)

Song Description

A happy song with a twisted twist.
Story Behind the Song

I started out with a happy go lucky beat and sound but as the story revealed itself to me it came to be a little bit different then "happy go lucky".

Old Tattered Backpack ©
Lyrics

I got an old tattered backpack
and a new pair of sneakers
and I'm gonna hit the highway
for the sun comes up
'cause I gotta try and find you
'cause I got something for you
in this old tattered backpack don't you know.

Well I got no appointments
and i got no prospects
and they said leave the building
'for the sun comes up
so I'm gonna try and find you
'cause I got something for you
it's a real humdinger don't you know

Well i thought that we were lovers
thought we'd always be together
thought that 'ner would anyone come in between
guess you took me for a sucker
and you ran off with my brother so it seems

so I loaded up my backpack
and I slipped on my sneakers
and I'm headed out tomorrow
when the sun comes up
'cause I gotta try and find you
'cause I got something for you
in that old tattered backpack don't you know

(WHISTLE)
Now everyone says "just forget her"
and "we thought we knew you better"
but lately they say
I'm acting kind of mean
Now they all keep their distance
from this man on a mission
but soon they'll see another side of me

I got a black market taser
and a new roll of duct tape
and I'm gonna go a huntin'
when the sun comes up
and you know I'm gonna find you
cause I packed it all so special
in that old tattered backpack don't you know.
(whistle)
And once again we will be lovers
and we'll always be together
never more will anyone dare come between
No one will 'er discover
what became of little brother
can't you see
(whistle)
I got an old logger's cabin
and a new set of ID's
and we'll ride off together
when the sun comes up...
(whistle)

OLD TATTERED BACKPACK

PARADISE UNKNOWN
by jeff rauschl
© 2011

ANOTHER SUNSET
BY THE OCEAN
ANOTHER DAY IS DONE
PALM TREES SWAYING
BY THE WATER
WAVE GOODBYE TO THE SUN

I DON'T KNOW HOW I
ENDED UP HERE
THIS ISN'T MY HOME
THIS PARADISE UNKNOWN

WASHING DISHES
PARKING CARS
SUN UP TO SUN DOWN
16 HOURS
PASSING TOWELS OUT
TO TOURISTS HAVING FUN

WATCH THE SUNSET
FROM MY BUS SEAT
ON THE WAY TO
MY TRAILER PARK HOME
FROZEN DINNER
ON THE SOFA
WATCHING TV ALL ALONE

DON'T KNOW HOW I
ENDED UP HERE
THIS ISN'T MY HOME
IT'S PARADISE UNKNOWN

THE WORK IS GOOD HERE
IN THE SEASON
TAKING SHIT TO MAKE A BUCK
SPLIT THE TIP JAR
WITH THE BOSS-MAN
AND HE'LL SEE YOU DON'T GET
SCREWED

A PARADISE
OR A PARADOX
IT'S A PARASITE
ON MY SOUL
PAIR ME UP WITH
A PARACHUTE AND
I'LL FLOAT AWAY BACK HOME
THIS PARADISE UNKNOWN
IT'S PARADISE UNKNOWN
(I SUFFER FROM PARALYSIS
IF I HAD A PAIR OF BALLS
I'D LEAVE THIS PLACE)
PARADISE UNKNOWN

Paradise Unknown

Insert pun here

(May need a bit of a volume boost)

Lyrics

Won't you be my bovine Valentine
We could graze together on the meadow
'neath the bright sunshine
and I'll be waiting for you
when it's milking time
So won't you be
my Bovine Valentine

I'm the only bull 'round here
it's what they feed me for
But with all those other cows
it's just a job and nothing more
Every night I go to sleep and dream
you'll wake up in heat
and be
My Bovine Valentine

So won't you be my bovine Valentine
Locking lips swapping cuds
you'd be my main Holstein
and I'll be waiting for you
when it's milking time
So won't you be
my Bovine Valentine

See that heifer cross the yard
He's growing mighty strong
Yeah he's got your spots
and he's got my horns
Soon he'll want to take my place
and I'll end up as steaks

(spoken)
Of course this is a true story I'm telling
but it's a translation and I might have gotten a couple of the words wrong
Maybe I'll try and sing it for you
in the original vernacular
Let me think a second,
I think it goes something like this

Mooo moo moo mooo
mooo moo moo moo moo ....

My Bovine Valentine

Missed Dat Boat
©2011

Lyrics

I was gonna make a fortune
singing songs about the sea
Sold my ticket on the boat back home
to live that island dream
Now the tourists
in the tiki bars
are dreaming tropically
and I want to sail a skiff back home
to find reality
-----chorus----
(but) i already missed 'dat boat
already missed 'dat boat
already missed 'dat boat

Now i play for tips and cocktails
wish i had something to eat
I want to hop a steamer back to find some sanity
and the tourists
in the tiki bars
can't see the poverty
of the shipwrecked
and forgotten in this
prison by the sea
---chorus----
Jimmy Buffets Margaritaville
seems like the place to be
Sip Sangria wine with Jerry Jeff
on some secluded beach
This Calypso blurs your senses
pulls you into fantasy
Steel Drums and guitar pickin'
drowning out the misery
Bob Marley's reggae music
even Kenny Chesney
no the secret Island tropic rhythm
to fuel your tiki dreams
Even Harry Belafonte
who sang so mournfully
Day oh
Day oh
Daylight come and me want go home
Day oh
Day oh
Daylight come and me want go home
-------chorus x2---------

MISSED DAT BOAT

Lyrics

Simple Song
©2012 jeff rauschl

A simple little song
with a simple little melody
I'll try to keep it simple
and I hope you'll sing along

I wrote it for a love of mine
to show how much she meant to me
I tried to keep it simple
'cause I hoped she'd sing along

And I sang for her each morning
I sang for her at tea time
I sang it as a lullaby
before she went to sleep
I sang it while she took a bath,
the place she went to hide away.
I sang it from the front porch
when she left me on that day.

A simple little song
with a simple little melody
I'll try to keep it simple
and I hope you'll sing along

Perhaps I'll add a whistle part
'cause everyone loves whistling
I hope that you will join in
when the chorus comes around

She said she needed more
than just a simple little country boy
She said the city lights
were always calling out her name
She said "It's complicated,
beyond simplistic reasoning"
She said that she and I would
"simply never feel the same"

(Whistle part)

Now I sing it in my solitude
I sing it in my loneliness
I sing it as a lullaby
before I go to sleep
Perhaps if I had listened more
then she would still be here with me
perhaps the hardest truth
is wrapped in sweet simplicity.

A simple little song
with a simple little melody
I'll try to keep it simple
and I hope you'll sing along

but maybe three part harmony
sang with deep intensity
would be the magic recipe
to bring her back to me

(harmony)
A simple little song
with a simple little melody
I'll try to keep it simple
and I hope you'll sing along

or maybe if I play it fast
she would just be so impressed
she would end my loneliness
and come back home to me

(fast instrumental)

A simple little song
with a simple little melody.

SIMPLE SONG

Might need a bit of a volume boost..
Lyrics:
On your mark.
Get set.
Go!

I'm running out of time
I'm running out of room
I'm running out of rhymes
I keep playing out of tune
I oughta' give it up
I oughta' leave the stage
I gotta run away
but I keep falling on my face
....oh another day another race 
....for the runner

I keep reaching for the stars
I keep grabbing at the ring
I try lassoing the moon
But I'm feeling every sting
I oughta' give it up 
Ioughta' quit the play
I keep talking to myself
but there's nothing left to say
...another day another race is done
...his rest is shattered by the starting gun
...cause he's the runner
I'm climbing over mountains
I'm climbing over rocks
I'm climbing to the summit
to the chiming of the clock
I oughta' give it up
I oughta' call a truce
I gotta raise a flag
but I wonder what's the use

I'm hiding from the bullets
I'm hiding from their spears
I'm hiding from the onslaught
Hiding from the years
I gotta give it up
I oughta' take a bow
I can't avoid the curtain
It's descending on me now
...Day by day he fights the marathon
...Step by step towards oblivion
...The course he fights it's a lonely one
...cause he's the runner

I'm running out of rhymes
I'm running out of answers
I'm stepping out of time
Getting trampled by the dancers
I try running away
I keep falling on my face
....another day another race to run
....for the runner

....Other runners overtaking him
...the pace to great you know he'll never win
...but now he's surging in a second wind
...cause he's the runner

I'm falling to the bottom
I'm falling from the graces
I'm falling into darkness
I keep staring into faces
I oughta show my hand
I oughta go all in
I gotta call there bluff
Maybe I could win
...one more race
...one more chance
...for the runner

music and lyrics by Jeff rauschl
copyright 2011

The Runner

The only explanation is that she's a vampire, I mean Vampiress

SUCKER FOR LOVE

Back in my early days on youtube I put this song out with a challenge to the community to write a walk on water tune. There were more than 40 responses. To this day some 30 original songs still remain available from the play list that can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL99007E1F79D8E74A&feature=mh_lolz
Video Responses used to be a great Youtube feature before youtube became so heavily commercialized.  The sound quality could be better. i was pretty new at the process when I wrote this one.

If I Could Walk On Water

The Hiatus is over. I'm back listening to the great artists of Soundcloud! 
Someday I hope to record again to!

JEFF RAUSCHL

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