“Now listen here, spooks — if you can rattle a window, you can help me out, yeah?”

Creakin’ floor and whisper thin,
Coffee pot starts talkin’ again.
Lamp shade hummin’ swing in G,
But my keys keep hidin’ from me.

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
Stop playin’ tricks, quit teasin’ me.
If you can float through walls with ease,
Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!

Pantry laughs, the curtains sneeze,
Poltergeist just stole my cheese.
Hat rack points with bony grace,
Grinnin’ right into my face.

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
You shake the room, now help me, please.
If you can rattle chains with ease,
Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!

You’ve got all night to raise a fuss,
Knock on walls and spook the bus.
But when I’m late, you disappear —
Hey, boo-buddy, lend an ear!

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
Quit all that floatin’, pretty please.
You haunt my house and charge no fees,
Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!

Midnight tea and shadows grow,
Clock says “boo!” then steals the show.
Basement hums a trombone sigh,
Even my ghosts are swingin’ by.

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
Stop the waltz and help me, please.
If you can dance through centuries,
Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!

If you can juggle candlelight,
Why not clean my floors tonight?
Polish up those haunted eaves,
Then check beneath the autumn leaves.

Be useful ghost, please — find my keys!
They jingle faintly in the breeze.
When morning comes, I’ll toast with tea —
Good spooks only, stay useful for me.

“Next time you move a chair… move my keys instead, huh?”

Ghost, please : find my keys !

Paper-thin moon like a spotlight grin,
Jackknife shadows let the dead folk in.
Silver confetti on the chapel floor,
Coffin-lid DJ at the crypt side door.
Masks on faces, bones in chrome,
Graveyard taxis bringing souls back home.
Check your pulse at the bouncer’s stand—
If it’s zero, baby, you’re in the band.

Hands up, haunt this room,
Heartbeat-boom-boom-boom.

Raise your glasses, ghosts and ghouls,
Spin your chains, break all the rules.
If you’re breathing, hold your breath,
Dance like you can out-run death.

Static confessions on a church bell beat,
Name tags rattle on a skeleton suite.
Marble angels in their party paint,
Saints play sinner when the strobes go faint.
Candles flicker to a synth-line sway,
Mortal worries check their coats and stay.
No fresh flowers, only lacquered dust—
Tonight the macabre is glamorous.

Hands up, haunt this room,
Heartbeat-boom-boom-boom.

Raise your glasses, ghosts and ghouls,
Spin your chains, break all the rules.
If you’re breathing, hold your breath,
Dance like you can out-run death.

Clack-clack heels on a marble stair,
Cold sparks popping in electric air.
Toast to the dearly undeparted,
Long live the fabulously departed.
Call your name—answer if you dare;
The guest list ends nowhere.

Raise your glasses, ghosts and ghouls,
Spin your chains, break all the rules.
If you’re breathing, hold your breath,
Dance like you can out-run death.
Raise your glasses, midnight’s near—
Shake that shiver, own your fear.
Final warning, final laugh:
Life’s the joke—now cut it in half.

Ghosts and ghouls

Wires hum beneath the silver sky
Cloud nets flicker as I trace the flight
My shadow uploads into higher heights
Where code meets wind and reality dies

I break free from gravity’s old chain
Digital wings hold none of my pain

I fly in the clouds, over neon sea
I fly beyond the grid that held me
I fly in circuits where the air feels real
In this cyber-sky I finally feel

Pixel thunder echoes through the blue
Storm of data sets the skyline in view
My heartbeat syncs with the electric tide
Above the systems where the lost ones hide

I feel the current in my every vein
Binary rapture lifts the chain

I fly in the clouds, over neon sea
I fly beyond the grid that held me
I fly in circuits where the air feels real
In this cyber-sky I finally feel

In silence of server-light I rise
My wings are code, my path in the skies
Even if the network tries to bring me down
I’ll stream my freedom, break the ground

I fly in the clouds, past the horizon line
I fly in the circuits of the endless mind
I fly in the clouds, weightless and alive
In this cyber realm I thrive and I fly

In this cyber sky

our feet on the ground
whisper a primal sound

lifting us higher

In the jungle we lose control
Wild rhythm feeds our soul
lose control
lose control
lose control

 through silver leaves
 in harmony weaves

becomes our fire

In the jungle 
we lose control
Wild rhythm 
feeds our soul
lose control
lose control
lose control

lose control
lose control
lose our soul
lose control
lose control
lose our soul

[Final Chorus]
In the jungle 
we lose control
Wild rhythm 
feeds our soul
lose control
lose control
lose control
In the jungle 
we find our light
Wild rhythm 
through the night
 find our light
 find our light
 find our light

We lose control

Golden chains swing on the platform of gain
We board the gravy train while the others remain
Smiles too bright, suits pressed fine
But the tracks underneath echo a working-line

I step in velvet shoes on a carpet of coins
Money dripping from ceilings while the labour groans
We toast to the blessing, we call it the climb
Raise our glasses high but we ignore the grind
They built the rails with sweat on their backs unseen
While we sip champagne in the limousine scene
Gravy train moving fast, destination unknown
Luxury reflected in the windows of chrome
But the yard yards away where the engines roar weak
The workers clock out, the profits peak
We count the zeros like prayers in the night
But every market crash hides a human plight
Money’s the blessing they sold as the holy gift
Turns out the chains are heavy, the weights lift

Ride the gravy train, glinting gold in the rain
Smile for the lens while the others feel the pain
Money like blessing, reversed in the frame
Golden train rails built on someone else’s shame

Corporate towers glisten like altars of god
We bow to the ledger, applaud what they prod
We’re kings of the slide-board, masters of flex
But the cost of the ticket’s hidden in specs
We wear the brand-logo like scripture of worth
But the souls that supplied it still walk the Earth
We draft the contracts, they dig the mines
We drink from the goblet while they thirst for the lines
The train’s whistle echoes in the valley of noise
Where the workers huddle, the exploited boys
We ride past stations labelled “sacrifice”, “margins low”
We wave from the windows while the engines go slow
Fake luxury dripping from our wrists and our necks
While the supply chain strains under the lack of respect

Ride the gravy train, glinting gold in the rain
Smile for the lens while the others feel the pain
Money like blessing, reversed in the frame
Golden train rails built on someone else’s shame

Final whistle blow, the train stops at the gate
We step off in tuxedos but we carry the weight
Of hollow applause, empty deals sealed
Of human cost hidden behind the wheels
We pass the velvet rope, cameras flash our names
While factories idle in the shadows of fame
They made the tracks, we bought the ride
Now we market the dream and the others died
The buttery text on the brochure says “success”
But the bill-folded pages hide the process
Golden train runs on rails of misère
We build our crowns but the cost’s unfair
We laugh in the yacht while the landscape bleeds
We feast at the feast while someone else feeds

Ride the gravy train, glinting gold in the rain
Smile for the lens while the others feel the pain
Money like blessing, reversed in the frame
Golden train rails built on someone else’s shame

Velvet steps echo in the hall of gain
We board again, forget the train’s pain
Gravy flowing fast, but the source remains
Golden train moving while the others strain

Gravy Train

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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