“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

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.

New tracks tagged #3D spatial imaging