The Davenport of Despair

My sound is an off center singer/songwriter style music. Influences run through an eclectic taste in music. Warren Zevon, Steve Forbert,  Leonard Cohen, Robert Earl Keen, John Prine, among many others have influenced my writing style. Folk/Alternative seems to be the best description of the genre I write and perform in but some might disagree and say I belong in a world all my own.

DODECAHEDRON

IT'S HARD OUT THERE ON A ZOMBIE! 
Music written and performed by Donovan Tucker
Lyrics/Vocals written and performed by Jeff Rauschl

ZOMBIE PARADISE  (With Donovan Tucker)

 Boom Boom Boom Music/ Guitars backing vocals  by Alexander D.  Lyrics Lead Vocals Jeff Rauschl.

BOOM BOOM BOOM

JUNK DRAWER

MATH or IT ALL ADDS UP TO SHIT (WORKING COPY)

SHIT FARM

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

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

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

The Davenport of Despair

JEFF RAUSCHL