Songs That Should be in This Is Us

A playlist of songs that I first recorded between January and July 2022. Taken from the albums Spuk 3-7.

2022: A Satellite in the Sky

SpukSchreibMaschine

Around The Atmosphere
By: Pieter Hurter

#ambient #instrumental

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Around The Atmosphere

Ah, little Jenny Tucker.
Reputation as a looker.
Walking up and down on her beat.
Bin by the sands.
More than holding hands.
With her high-heeled shoes on her feet.
Says it's alright.... It's alright... it's alright...
It's alright.... It's alright... it's alright...

Oh, I feel like I should go.
But I guess you'd never know.
So I always stay.
Now there's no walking away.
But it's alright... It's alright... it's alright... 

A real easy lady.
To anything, she says, "Maybe."
Her doors open usually.
But she caught me at a bad time in my life.
One another had me down on my knees.
But it's alright... it's alright..  it's alright...
It's alright.... It's alright... it's alright...

Am I wasting my time on you?
I only wanted to screw.
Now I've gotta pay.
If I walk away.
But it's alright... it's alright... it's alright... 

Trapped with you by circumstance.
I never stood a fucking chance.
You made all decisions you see.
before the thought occurred to me. 
It's alright... it's alright... it's alright.. 
It's alright.... It's alright... it's alright...

My drinking days were hindering.
I didn't know where to begit.
To get away from you, my sweet.
To cast aside that thing called...
It's alright... it's alright... it's alright... 
It's alright.... It's alright... it's alright...

It's alright.

Jenny was wandering alone around the town.
Trusting to providence to not let her down.
Hoping to snatch, a happening from the night air.
Forgetting all her worries and her manifold fears. 

See, Jenny has numerous problems in life.
Learned not to care about it, to take the strife.
Wittle away at everything that she owned.
She never thought to let out, a cry or a moan. 

Ah, Jenny was kicked out of care at sixteen.
Sat on a wall, to eat her pudding.
The opposite thing, were all that she'd ever known.
A mattress in a bedsit, the only thing that she owned. 

So, Jenny was viewing the storm from above.
She expected nothing, not least to go up.
Going to war, with expected fancies.
She could charm the snakes, out from under a tree. 

A pretty face like yours could get you away.
If you had a head on your shoulders to say.
"I don't want this, I don't want anything more."
But it's easier to buy your gifts from a store. 

Jenny's not strong enough to stand it for long.
All of the choices she made had been  wrong.
A man for tomorrow, another one for yesterday.
The things in your way, a bomb to blow them away. 

While the night ain't over.
While the night is moving. 

It's alright. 

Jenny says, "You're out of her life."
She's never gonna be your wife. 

Jenny says, "you've gone too far."
She's driving off in your fast car. 

Jenny says, "fuck you shes done."
You'll never find where she has gone. 

It's alright. 

Jenny is stepping right up to the plate.
Jenny is standing at the starting gate.
Jenny is leaving us, Jenny is off into space.
A selfless sacrifice, which at least she can face. 

Jenny's a mystery, Jenny's a bore.
Jenny was crying out for a bit more.
Jenny took everything, whilst the cat was away.
Jenny says there was nothing left for you to pay. 

Jenny has LSD in a small bag.
Jenny has fingers to take off the tags.
I don't want this life, I don't want anything more.
Rid of the things in her way, with the tools to make them all pay.

Jenny's a superstar, Jenny's a tramp.
Jenny has no one in this world to thank.
Jenny's got soldiers, lined up next to her egg.
Ah, making you beg, a scar at the top of her leg.

The Ballad of Jenny Tucker

Like a bird in a cage doesn't know what it's missing, as it stares into the bright sky.
He never experienced wind on his wings, as his life was passing him by.
But he's sure that there's something.
Just beyond reaching.
He can feel it within his minds eye.
An ache beyond words.
A nagging deep feeling.
As he stares and longs for that sky.

Oh, there's no gain.
Without any pain.
Like a punch bag.
Locked away safe.
Oh, there's no way.
To get away.
When you deny.
All that's inside you.
All that's inside you denied.

Memory can be transformed by a meeting with someone who comes with a plan.
A plan that might keep you from opening boxes, discovering things by that chance.
Like a jigsaw with thousands of similar pieces.
Place them anyway that you choose.
But it's right or it isn't.
It fits or it doesn't.
It's easy to get the thing loose.

Oh, there's no gain.
Without any pain.
Like a punch bag.
Locked away safe.
Oh, there's no way.
To get away.
When you deny.
All that's inside you.
All that's inside you denied.

A pointless vendetta based on an opinion that flies in the face of the truth.
Hard to play anything, even Solitaire, without a full deck of cards to use.
The keeper of secrets.
Creator, benefactor.
A tinker, a tailor, a spy.
The transformation from a squab to a pigeon.
Held back by a bare faced lie.

Oh, there's no gain.
Without any pain.
Like a punch bag.
Locked away safe.
Oh, there's no way.
To get away.
When you deny.
All that's inside you.
All that's inside you denied.




No Gain

Just Like You

Oh, don't try that bullshit with me, my dear.
Or I'll be giving you a wave.
Your fantasies are growing out of hand.
Just one more on my list to save.

I'm the one that showed you all the secret ways.
Paths to avoid; how to behave.
You've taken all these gifts that I bestowed on you.
Turned them to something in your brain.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
Because we're only here once.
You don't follow.
Advice (to) say no.
Your first reaction is to plunge.

The path to twisted logic is not paved with gold.
The years of struggle take their toll.
Although I don't excuse the things you've done.
It's hard to dig out of a hole.

A story in your mind is not the same as truth.
A fort that's built on shifting sands.
The tide of time came in and cut you off.
Its waters covered up your lands.

Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
This is the only chance we get.
(I) don't want to know.
Your problems, though.
And no one's giving you a gett.

A shout from afar.
There's a message you're missing. 
There's are signs coming up.
You should read.
Their letters unopened.
Their warnings unheaded.
In the absence of reason.
You can't breathe.

This is a final reminder.
A notice they're serving.
An advertising campaign on TV. (x2)
The path that you're on.
It's the wrong road you've taken.
The deadly silence in between.
This is the silence in between.

Oh, don't give me that nonsense there's beauty in truth.
You beat the fuckers to the punch.
I've always been a cynic I worry too much.
Won't always get you a free lunch. 

Your mother always told you "we don't hold a grudge".
But, you can't seem to let it go.
She doesn't know you cos you hide it all so well.
Select few people in the know.

Oh, c'est la vie.
Live fast and free?
Only the foolish that stay young.
Forever goes, on through the snow.
You're best placed if you are amongst.
Oh, c'est la vie.
You say to me.
"Will they forgive me in the end?"
Before I go.
A sign to show.
There's certain things that you can't mend.

Caught in the middle.
A crook and a fork in the road.
You took what you wanted.
And never thought to give back some.
To all the people who helped you to make your way up.
All the things that you did trying to make sure that they would say.
"You're okay".
You used your advantage to pull the wool over her eyes.
Never imagining we could see straight through your straight through your lies.
The depths that you'd sink to.
Just to appear to be sound.
It got to the point when nobody wanted you around.
In the town.
A drink in the morning to stop you from wretching means nowt.
It's better to keep it all in than to let all out.
Nobody wants to hear about your childhood you know.
If you won't move on from it, then you won't have any room to grow.
All for show.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach.

A chat with the neighbours upon whom you always impress.
Exacting credentials, oh, you wear your heart on your chest.
"Don't listen to anything anyone says about me".
You say with a grin as you walk to the shop for your beers.
"I'll say cheers"
Nobody's saying that you had it easy you know.
But that doesn't mean that you can just be a bastard and go.
Off on a tangent on any vaguely similar theme.
That makes you look brilliant at least in your mind as you scheme.
In your dreams.

Oh, don't you tell me c'est la vie.
When you don't practice what you preach. [x2]

It's the bitterness seeping out of you in a giant cloud.
What a clown.

It's been so long that it really isn't the same in this town.
In fact things are better now that you are never around.
Like a bad smell that we just couldn't get to go away.
You stay for a week when you promised to stay for a day.
I must say.
You borrowed some money, hoping that you'd find your way home.
Never stopping to think.
Or thanking your folks for the loan.
I don't know what it is but there's just something off with your tone.
A slight whiff of violence.
You're just like a dog with a bone.
A no go.

Narcissistic.
C'est la vie.



C'est la Vie

One fine morning
Sat on double time.
Doing nothing.
While the flowers shine. 

You were always electric you were Always a star.
With the right guidance you could really go far.
you just wouldn't listen to the advice that I gave.
Just kept repeating the same old mistakes.

Since you're not here
I've been doing fine.
Almost wiped you.
clearing my mind.

It's easy to say looking back down the line.
But you were a massive waste of my Time.
You caused loads of hassle you weren't sent from above.
A promise you made. a promise of love.

You don't see the world in colour
You don't see the world in light. 
You only see the bad things in your life. 
The world is filled with people
With the wool over their eyes.
it comes as no surprise.

You were always electric, you were kissed by the fire.
A dead weight that meant that. I could never go far.
Never particularly happy with me.
A second class person, a useless degree.

Glad to watch you
Go on your way.
Whilst I sit here.
On a new day. 

It's easy to say now I've forgotten your face.
I'm not even sure I was involved in the race.
You tried to break me but I just wouldn't bend.
It's definitely me who is returned in the end.

You don't see the multicolor.
You don't see the hazy light.
You've never stopped to think about the stars.
The world is full of people who can never sever ties
So it comes as no surprise.

You don't see the best in people.
You don't try to use your mind.
You're only out to see what you can take.
The world is full of people who put tears into your mind.
So it comes as no surprise.

Always Electric

Matt Hancock

Haven't Seen The Sun

Look at The Sun [Nancy Pie]

Days in the Sun

A remaster of the original from 2022.

Lyrics

I guess I'm all out of heroes.
I tried to make one of you.
In the confusion of youth
I met guards I could not get through.

Your useless defense is.
To be quite offended.
And not look me in the eye. 
Yeah. 

There isn't such a thing as heroes.
It's all a little white lie.
We tell ourselves to feel better 
They're all just trying to get by.

It's just circumstances
Them people took chances.
So bring them down from the sky. 
Yeah

I only had simple heroes.
The type you see every day. 
A normal man or a woman.
Turns out to be quite two faced.

When it comes to the crunch, 
then you just come out punching.
And find no one by your side. 
Yeah. 

Heroes fly away. 
Heroes come to play. 
Heroes for a day. 

No invite to come out to play.
A betrayal but not to your face.
A pedestal no longer on.
They don't know the words to your songs.
An excuse instead of a face. 
Not even aware of the race.
A blanket ban on the children.
And they've never spent very long. 



No Heroes

Oh, it was alright at the start.
But then you drank too much, and things just start to slowly fall apart.
And it'll be alright in the end.
And all the other bullshit coming from your friends.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You can't do nothing and expect things just to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

You got yourself some little tart.
Kidding yourself that you're so much better than you are.
They all think you're a fucking dick.
Be better if it didn't take you years to realise it.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
You best do something if you're wanting shit to change.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

So you pour yourself another drink,
And you're gipping in your kitchen sink.
There's empty cans hidden in every hole.

And you're kidding no one but yourself.
There's no escaping mental health.
Reflection staring back all pale and gaunt.

The fun has gone it passed you by.
Old Red eyes they don't even cry.
They only get more angry at the world.

The only solution's another drink.
Another drink and, another drink.
That familiar feeling, all safe and warm.

Don't talk that fucking shit to me.
You know exactly how this goes.
Give it three days and you'll be rid of the fucking shakes.
Been down the road.
Cigarettes and Alcohol.

Cigarettes and Alcohol [2023]

Parachutes

Yellow

“This Town” Lyrics:

Waking up to kiss you and nobody’s there
The smell of your perfume still stuck in the air
It’s Hard
Yesterday I thought I saw your shadow running round
It’s funny how things never change in this old town
So far from the stars

And I want to tell you everything
The words I never got to say the first time around
And I remember everything
From when we were the children playing in this fairground
Wish I was there with you now

If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

I saw that you moved on with someone new
In the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you
It’s so hard
So Hard

And I want to tell you everything
The words I never got to say the first time around
And I remember everything
From when we were the children playing in this fairground
Wish I was there with you now

Cos if the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

You still make me nervous when you walk in the room
Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

And I know that it’s wrong
That I can’t move on
But there’s something about you

If the whole world was watching I’d still dance with you
Drive highways and byways to be there with you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

You still make me nervous when you walk in the room
Them butterflies they come alive when I’m next to you
Over and over the only truth
Everything comes back to you

Everything comes back to you

This Town

The very first instrumental I composed on GarageBand in April 2019. Inspired by Jack Pearson from This Is Us which airs on Tuesday nights (hence the title), though most of the show's music is a mix of classic rock and acoustic songs.

Sabrina Corpac's Album

Tuesday Nights

Inspired by the character of the same name in This Is Us. The acoustic guitar represents his humbleness, determination, and devotion, and could pass as a track in this show since it’s indie folk. Created in GarageBand. Dedicated to Milo Ventimiglia.

Jack Pearson

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



