Jeff Bezos [2023]

Remaster of the original from 2021.

Lyrics

I fell asleep for well over 3000 days.
When I woke up, I couldn't recognise anyone's face. 
A decade of full stasis.
You drowned in ambergris.
Land on your feet to be sure.

I walked in the town and looked up at the boarded up stores.
Up in the sky, I couldn't see the contrails anymore. 
My family had gone away.
They had nothing to say. 
Taking the side of the law.

Wasn't sure what to do with myself anymore.
The hole in my pocket had all my money on the floor.
It's all a big nothing.
Stop expecting something. 
Wasps do not care what they're for.

The road would be smoother without you in my life.
But, you must settle down and get yourself a beautiful wife.
Made the switch to skinny jeans.
To fit in with the teens.
So I now show them the door.


Here's a shout-out from the year nineteen eighty two. 
The death and innocence, case of monkey see monkey do. 
The war was just yesterday.
Listen, the people say.
Don't you forget what it's for.

The children they no longer even turn the page.
All the world's knowledge controlled in an infinite way....
Thought they knew everything.
too busy forgetting.
Lessons of which we were  sure. 

The madness is riding upon the crest of a wave.
Huntress is beginning her march to the grave. 
There's money in show buisness
Whatever true love is. 
Just keep your ear to the floor.

Here I am shouting out from year nineteen eight two.
The reaper is reaping and mining our resources, too. 
The fields full of cuckoo spit. 
Ready to build on it.
Give to the rich from the poor

1982

Do Androids Dream?

Babababa

Nor blanket of kindness, nor blanket of snow.
Covers me whole. Makes no inroads from...
The giant black smoke stack that bellows and blows.
Oh, how it blows. 
Blows out and blows.

Oh, please, oh, please.
Save me, from me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, from been me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
Eloise. Come with me.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise, we could be...
So happy you joined us, though you're rather late.
Honey, please, Set me free.
Now eat everything that we put on your plate.
On my knees, work with me.

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me from just me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, save me, save me.
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Now I'm walking and talking.
And barely forestalling this breakdown.
Won't come free.
Eloise, in the garden of love.
I walk and I talk.
And say all the words I'm supposed to say now.
Alter me. 
Eloise, in your garden of love.

Some sort of third verse that explains the first two.
Eloise. Follow me?
The storm in your mind can't contain what you do.
Eloise. Follow me?

Oh, please, won't you please.
Save me, only me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.
Oh, please, please, please.
Save me, me, me.
Eloise, with your garden of love.

I'm walking, I'm baulking.
I'm right on the edge of a breakdown.
From the fee.
Eloise. Eloise  Eloise.
I can't walk, and I can't talk.
I can't alter the words that you say now.
Fancy free. 
Eloise. 
In your garden of love.

The choices I make must sit right in my head.
If I make the wrong choice, I'll wish I were dead.
Eloise in your garden of love.











Eloise

Regarding your heaven, regarding your fate.
Regarding your love and regardless of hate.
Regardless of them who stand opposite you.
Regardless of me; regardless of whom.

Regarding some potion that magically takes,
any ills or bad omens or demons away.
Regarding your father, regarding the sun.
Regarding the wastelands of what you've become.

Regardless of fortune, regardless of fame.
Who made you my master? apportioned the blame?
Who gave you the fire? Who gave you the book?
Who tipped you the wink, put me on the hook?

Regardless of mantra, regardless of chi.
The world keeps revolving around you and me.
Regarding much plastic, oh, needlessly things.
We occupy nothing, we hardly begin.

Regarding the dolphins, regarding the trees,
Regarding your worries, about all the bees.
Regarding your woman, regarding a zoo.
Regarding your politics, a who's who of who.

Regarding the rules that you used for your laws.
A con man's statistic that we all ignore.
Regarding a prison, regarding long rope.
Regarding my wishes, regardless of hope.



Regardless

Looks over to me.
It's over. Let's face it, we're done.
No-hurdles-to overcome, 
As we shot for the sun.
Or the moon.
A premature peaking... 

look over at me.
We can't deny this is the end.
Refuse-to-bend for you. 
Just a thorn in my shoe.
A hindrance too.
A mill stone.

The soft summer breeze 
Has forsaken the trees,
The leaves are just falling on you. 
As the light and the shade, go their seperate ways.
It's over, its over, its over.

It's over for me.
The half smile which led t'ward the dance.
Another-chance to score.
Would we want anymore.
Had we known what's in store.
We head toward the door.

It's over for me.
No glance as we pass in the hall. 
Against-the-wall we fell. 
Nothing left here to sell.
Drunk too deep from the well.
Now we're done.

The soft summer winds.
Become bellowing zephyrs 
Separate one into two.
As the day and the night, part in evening's light.
It's over, its over, its over.

It's hard to beleive we could be so naive...
Or that we were both ever so young...
It's...

...over to you.
I'll leave it and see what you do.
A-pointed turn of the screw.
Schemes that used to amuse.
Come across as a ruse, 
We easily bruise.
Sending...

Over to you.
There's not a lot for us to say.
A break away. 
New days: blow the cobwebs away.
The shattered remains.
Once was Rome.

The soft summer breeze 
Has forsaken the trees,
The leaves are just falling on you. 
As the light and the shade, go their seperate ways.
It's over, its over, its over.

Over To You

Stop The Cavalry [Jona Lewie Cover]

Quoth me a figure for the mountain of beans, that I think I might need to be done.
How much can I need just to set myself free and to let myself breathe? Can't be wrong?
Buy me a pot for my river of dreams, to contain all my schemes, when I'm gone.
I'll buy up the lot and consume it or not. What is mine? Was it yours all along?

Oh, give me a home where the antelope roam, gyre and gimbal, and play.
Where a strong melody catches on to the breeze, 
stays in their ears for the rest of their days.

Tell me your medicine, tell me your cure, and I'll show you a ball with a chain.
Just to be rid of want, ain't about the piquant, it's the smile that you give to the rain.
You kids think you're clever rebellious things when you're smoking up, brewing up, reins.
See, you're playing the game. 
It's the "others" refrain,  just so easy to deal with insane.

Oh , give me the win, let the antelope sing, gyre and gimbal, and play.
Let my sure melody, catch the rythym and breeze, echo for eternity, with no fade.

A pile of grey plastic to soothe any blisters that can not be seen on the soul.
A selfie, acquaintance, a work friend, repentance, a tenner, reluctance, the dole.
A shiny new TV that links to the world with a series of infinite taps.
A pricey new  never-up-ending appliance to really put you on the map.

Oh, show me the road, where the antelope cope, gyre and gimbal and play.
Let my melody sing as my spark glows within...

A bill paying, consuming, full-fledged member, an eagle eyed user of woods.
The good boys club isn't accepting new members, I think that you misunderstood.
A shiny gold cloak that masks up your existence will just fall away in the end.
A doctor, a seamstress, a lover, a mistress, a cleaner, a banker, a friend.

Oh, give me a home where the antelope roam, gyre and gimbal, and play.
Where a strong melody catches on to the breeze, stays in their ears for the rest of their days.



The Consumer

Pat, do you know what it takes?
Can you pile all your bluster into all the shapes.
To always look to improve?
Not so cool.
By the rules. 

Pat, don't you have friends make?
To make it right round all the world keeps turning.
To always be on the move.
In the groove.
Damn their rules?
The old schools.

The bells and the whistles of ancient epistles.
Won't congregate ever for you.
You've been waiting for something to do.
Now you're old and youre greying. 
The prophetic teachers, are incumbent leaches.
You've got nowhere to go.
Or get away from, sing your sad songs.
Fool.
You're a fool.

Pat do you have what it takes?
Can you cover your back in a game with high stakes.
To Always be on the run.
Overcome.
Not begun.

Pat, any more moves to make?
Watching your back in a world full of Snakes.
The fighting talk is done.
Just so wrong.
That two wrongs.
Make a wrong.

The fancy decanters or chains on your ankles.
Won't make any difference to you,
You've been waiting for something to do.
But you're old and youre greying. 
The further the reaches, to days on the beaches.
You've got nowhere to go.
Or get away from, sing your sad songs.
Fool.
You're a fool.







We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.

Trying to be a songwriter before anything else, I play guitar a bit, same with piano. Just 'having a go' at the rest really. 
I suppose originally, my aim with this was to make a good, complete sounding album. In the process, I've discovered that no one listens to albums anymore, so now I'm just trying to write good songs. I aim for at least one a week and usually manage it. On top of that I have also spent a bit of time in 2023 remixing my earlier songs. I'm putting these on as I go, and it is making it seem like I'm producing a lot more than I actually am.

I record/produce the songs using the same copy of CooleditPro that I've had since 2007. I do the drums/piano on bandlab.

In principle, I'm up for collaboration, but in practice... I find it just doesn't work over the Internet. Takes too long. 
I'd prefer it if someone just covered some of my songs. Do it! I'll tell you the chords and everything, if you'd like.

SpukSchreibMaschine means haunted typewriter in archaic German, there isn't a good reason that I'm called it.

I use Repost-exchange. Because, seriously, how else are you meant to get people to listen to you? 

You can also add me on Instagram if you like. I hardly post anything.
www.instagram.com/spukschreibmaschine



This track is not available anymore.

Other tracks from SpukSchreibMaschine