Shelley [2023]

Pretty girl in a summer dress. 
Leaving us all quite depressed.
With your youth and vigour in the sun. 
Looking like the chosen one. 
Not us. Not us. 

Summer dress.

The shimmering of the summer light. 
Plays through the fabric on your thighs.
Quite the princess in the sun.
Sipping on your coke and rum. 
With us. With us. 

The bikinis showing off your curves
The drink is filling us with nerve.
Lounging lizards in the sun.
Who's declared the golden ones?
Not us. Not us.

Summer dress.

When we see you in that dress, we really know that it is summertime.

Summer Dress.

Pretty girl in a summer dress. 
We've all decided, you're the best.
We believe we stand a chance. 
Anyway, you're going to dance. 
Not us. Not us.

Your half ignoring all the glares, but jiggle, pout, and shake your hair.
You're getting anything you want. 
Your attitude is nonchalant. 
Toward us. Toward us.

Summer dress.

When we see you in that dress, we really know that it is summertime.


Summer Dress [2023]

We'd gladly trade. (gladly trade)
For more summer days. (summer days)
We don't get much of it in England. (England)
The days are shortening, 
As winters beginning.
There's no revelations going spare.

It isn't fair. (isn't fair)
Smell September in the air. (in the air)
Just keep on smiling through the freezing. (freezing nights)
Nights that draw us in.
Nine months, with no end in sight.
It's just like every year.

Oh, anyone who says this is the best time of the year.
Wants their heads checked just to see if they're alright.
Anybody who says this is the best time of the year.
You can wake me up in summer, that alright.

The autumn haze. (autumn haze)
Bring in the colder days. (colder days)
So we just sit there and do nothing. (absolutely nowt)
The dark, long evenings are full of foreboding.
Just a revolution to be clear.

Kicking up leaves. (the leaves)
Fell from the frozen trees. (frozen trees)
In every window, theres a pumpkin. (shining bright)
The stars are twinkling.
Orion hindering.
Sanity dwindles every year.

Oh, anyone who says this is the best time of the year.
Wants their heads checked just to see if they're alright.
Anybody who says this is the best time of the year.
You can wake me up in summer, that alright.

Autumn

Jeff Bezos [2023]

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

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? 

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