Couch King Presents

Care, give a hoot, as the owl say.

This is another one of those songs that I started many years ago, maybe 5. Life happens, people get busy, equipment breaks, yet we remained together and persisted through it all. For art, for music, for community, for friendship.

5 songs, with 5 artists, in 5/4 time, in 5 minutes…made over 5 years, lol!

May everyone have friends to make music with!

Calebass: Guitars, Percussion, Lyrics, Vocals, and Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/calebass

Jon Lock: Lyrics, Bass

https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5

Janine Levinson: Piano, Lyrics, Vocals

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson

the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Lyrics, Vocals, Mix, Master

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio

https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

I am so gratefully for all these musical friends and my opportunities to work with them over the year!

Pt. 1: Roshambo

Pt. 2: Steps Backward

Pt. 3: Scissors Interlude

Pt. 4: Mumbling In The cupboard

Pt. 5: Owl’s Final Word

***I wrote Pt. 2 and Pt. 4's lyrics using song titles from Calebass' songs and Jon Lock's songs respectively and respectfully.

Lyrics:

Pt. 1

Hey-oh hey hi de hi de ho hey ho


All hands in the middle for a game of roshambo


Hey hey ho hey hi de hi de hi de-oh


Rock paper scissors on one two three four five lets go

Slow on the throw bro, strategy like a pro ya know


Winning 4 to O, doin’ it for the dough, doin’ it for the RPS tournament groupies


After crushing finals, team Olimpik going for da gold


Medal wit da combo whoa yo


Going all commando strategy on the rando


Eeny, meeny, miny moe


Catch your pattern by the toe


My mother told me
To throw the best one


Droppin’ all my stones like a pop gun


Gettin’ dat paper like a bank run


Scissoring like you need no protection


It’s all fun until theirs too much friction


Some make it complicated with the variations

Hey-oh hey hi de hi de ho hey ho


All hands in the middle for a game of roshambo


Hey hey ho hey hi de hi de hi de-oh


Rock paper scissors on one two three four five lets go

Pt. 2

The owls taking turns on the night shift

Saw of a pair of eyes

Swallowed by a cloud

I came upon a black pool

During the ceremony of spring

In the alder marsh

Two steps backward on a ballroom dancing night

In the society of the blue bathing urn

The owls taking turns on the night shift

Saw of a pair of eyes

Swallowed by a cloud

Pt. 4

Pumpkin pie and monkey part

Oh woe is the teenage heart

Cats paw and fancy free, oh

Happy day oh Marie

Ask for nothing sweet cheeks, for

This will be our year

Still I don’t want to laugh, so

Cut me a little slack

Lonesome cowboy Jeff

At the corner bar

Mumbling in the cupboard of

The lord I could ignore, from 

Time to time I could use

Someone to watch over me, be

Quiet I wanna be

In a sentimental mood

Nibblets from time to time

At a stone soul picnic 

Gathering clouds, I can’t help it, O’

The captain of the ship of fools

Pt. 5

The more we become detached

From nature

The less we understand

Each other

Enmity's rising

Species are dying

I wanna scream

But I've given up trying

This is the first time collaborating with one man verity show, I'm so excited!

I chopped up Scotty's guitars. I am so thankful that he was ok with it in the end. Thank you so much Scotty for sending me your super cool guitar stem.

"lo key a freak" sounded like "lo key pommes" frites on the original vocal recording, I thought that was funny, so I rerecorded it. I think it is better this way.

May you all enjoy some good fries if you like them!

Track Credits:

One Man Verity Show: Orignal Guitars

the Couch King: Production, Lyrics, Vocals, Mix and Master

Lyrics:

Whatever, so

It don’t matter, no

Guess I’ll just, go

Yo

Always shy

Try to lie with confidence

In many ways I

Be a wall fly

With incompetence

Don’t say hi

But I try without the grace of providence

An awkward guy

Apply my social skills with incontinence

Verbal diarrhea maybe a it’s poem

I had an idea but whenever I see a girl a it’s a gone

It’s a predicament y’all

I thought what I said would be neat

And then sheeit,

When I heard myself speak

I confirmed I am just freak

I’m low key pommes frites, y’all

You say I’m too full of conceit

But I don’t see it, Then

I see your face when I speak

And you confirm

I’m low key pommes frites

Whatever, so

It don’t matter, no

Guess I’ll just, go

Yo

Maybe it’s the vibes

I can ascribe to my agitation

The way she imbibes

My waves I describe

It as frustration

We circumscribe

Try to jibe but without communication

I can’t transcribe

My diatribe its mental masturbation

Social dyskinesia call me a jerk

I think of what to say a but when the words betray a it a don’t work

It’s a predicament y’all

I thought what I said would be neat

And then sheeit,

When I heard myself speak

I confirmed I am just freak

I’m low key pommes frites, y’all

You say I’m too full of conceit

But I don’t see it, Then

I see your face when I speak

And you confirm

I’m low key pommes frites

It’s a predicament

It’s a predicament, y’all

Whatever, so

It don’t matter, no

Guess I’ll just, go

Yo

So I remain quiet

My verbal diet keeps me socially slim

Awkward but a riot

But only in private

Cause you confide it

You don’t like it

To come in

Maybe I’ll never swim

But then again I never hit the gym

Lazy for the gravy dry and trim for the win

Call me North Korea they all leave me alone

All the girls are a tortilla from another time zone

It’s a predicament y’all

I thought what I said would be neat

And then sheeit,

when I heard myself speak

I confirmed I am just freak

I’m low key pommes frites, y’all

You say I’m too full of conceit

But I don’t see it, Then

I see your face when I speak

And you confirm

I’m low key pommes frites

It’s a predicament

It’s a predicament, y’all

Call me

Inconsequential

Hang up

On my potential

Dial up

No longer essential

Disconnect

Yet still hang tight

Off line

But more on site

No swipes left

Am I right

Wow, this is it, the final song I will be posting for the untitled album Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & the Wormling and I have been working on! We posted the first song, “Ghosting Out,” from this set on January 4, 2021. I started this set of 12 songs in 2020, during the pandemic, using demo tracks that Wou-Wou graciously allowed me to use. I can’t, yet totally can, believe that it took 5 years to finish and finally post all the songs. I am still not sure if all 12 songs will be included in the album since the total run time is about 43 minutes and I like albums to be a little closer to 30 minutes. We still also need to decide on the track sequence. Eventually the album will be posted the album on Bandcamp for free.

I have written it many times before and I will write it again, it has been an immense pleasure and honor and blast to work with Sticknice, Bitzone, and Wou-Wou on this set of songs. I feel so lucky to have had this opportunity.

Track Credits:

Heartscore: Violin

https://soundcloud.com/heartscore/tracks

https://heartscore.bandcamp.com/album/the-edge-of-times

https://www.youtube.com/dirkradloff

Stricknice: Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6

Bitzone: Additional Drums and Bass, Mix, and Master

https://soundcloud.com/bitzone

https://www.bitzones.net

Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Synth, Synth Bass, Drums, Original Demo Track, Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com

https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling

the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

I don’t wanna have to do this

But I would be terribly remiss

If I just pretended to shoot and miss 

Maybe I could find somebody nobody’ll reminisce 

Maybe I could find somebody deserving the abyss 

The kiss of deaths sweet lips 

The heat of cold bullets

Rationally tearing you from the grips 

Of life meaningless in this soulless culture gone amiss 

I’ve been hunting these woods since my childhood 

Living as any self respecting and god fearing man should

Sovereign and secured in responsibility for one’s own livelihood  

The devil wants you to believe in falsehoods 

And city life leads to no good

The heathens all had me misunderstood 

I wouldn’t want to be with them if I could

It feels like its been me and the bird forever now 

And i can’t allow myself to let him down 

I have him in my sight 

But there is two of ‘em 

Damn it 

What am I going to do with ‘em 

I’m going to have shoot both of ‘em 

I can’t leave a witness

Gotta move with swiftness 

At least this 

Male’s a total stud 

And bird will pleased 

As he falls with a thud as his chest spews out blood 

And soil turns to mud

This is the right thing to do, isn’t it

After all I made an agreement 

I can’t permit 

Bird to throw a fit

Or It’ll be me my head 

That sits on that wall 

And I really wouldn’t want him to leave me 

And be alone again

I started making this piece with the intention of it being a set of songs that could stand on their own as well as being an open collaboration, but then it took on a life of its own, and things just got out of hand from there, lol!

But I still managed to control myself and didn’t add too many samples though, haha!

I was listening to 1985 and 1986 hip hop singles when making this so….

You can download this for free as well as some of the unmixed stems on Bandcamp. The lyrics can also be found on Bandcamp since SC didn’t provide enough space in the song info. I reached my description limit!

Feel free to treat it as an open collaboration if you like. The song list, BPMs, and time signatures are listed below.

I Like To Sample Old Drums Bandcamp Link:

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com/album/i-like-to-sample-old-drums

Funny we are now moving to Portland. Bye, bye Hillsboro. I guess this is now a farewell song.

Track Credits:

The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

I Like To Sample Old Drums

Rap Attack: 112 BPM 4/4

Take The Max Down To Hillsboro: 189 BPM 4/4

Peach ’N Plum: 132 BPM 3/4

What, Would, When: 112 BPM 5/4

I Like To Sample Old Drums: N/A

This One Goes: 101 BPM 4/4

Bllll: 92 BPM 4/4

The Couch Can’t Help It: 87 BPM 4/4

Here are the lyrics just for:

Rap Attack

I will

Put you in a tourniquet

Bleeding there’s no stopping it

Got a pimple 

I be popping it

Tripple nipple

Don’t be knocking it

I be chopping it off

Now blood is slopping  

I ain’t mopping 

You be dropping

When you slippin’ in it 

Finna sit and watch as I scoff

Maybe lickin’ ice cream soft serve, huh

What cha sayin’ I can only seem to catch ya gurgling brah

Nah, No one can hear you scream 

When you got a severe stream of

Foam bumbling, bubbling from your mouth, tumbling gravitationally south

Bro, i’m feeling bad for your health

See you reeling keeling over looking so sad 

had I know your noncongealinkg slow at healing

I might have

Not tried to put you in a tourniquet 

Tried to put you in a tourniquet

Tried to put you in a

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine.

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week!

Track Credits:

Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master

https://soundcloud.com/bitzone

https://www.bitzones.net/

Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals

https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa

the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics:

Hold up

Lemme tell you

What I’m talking about

To the beat

With a breakdown

That can make you bounce

Here we are

Coming through

With whatever it takes

Full force

On these fools

All up in your face

Show and prove

Break it down

To the drum

And the bass

That good old

One two

Gotta move

Gotta shake

Bada-boom

Something

That you can feel

But wait

If you could feel

Anything at all

Feeling great

Letting it flow

Mind body and soul

On my way

That’s how it goes

So the people them know

See you later

Hold up

Lemme tell you

What I’m talking about

To the beat

With a breakdown

That can make you bounce

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee

You see

I’m but a memory of the way

You say it be

On this beat

You project the street

On the hit of the kick

The click

Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat

It’s the sweat dripping from the meat

You expect flowing from that bass

That slow tempo that’s got you feeling

You on the creep, you on the chase

Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace

Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace

And let’s go

Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up

Lemme tell you

What I’m talking about

To the beat

With a breakdown

That can make you bounce

The flow is

Summoned

On command

Dig deep

Within

Without a plan

Improvise

And

Ka-blam

That is called conviction

Can you understand

The definition

What is your religion?

Damn

It takes blind faith

To hope that one can trust

In what is true

What is real

For real

So what it do?

We are here to

Be seen

Be heard

Be who

We truly are

Hold up then

Please

Tell us

Who are you?

Hold up

Lemme tell you

What I’m talking about

To the beat

With a breakdown

That can make you bounce

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing

Now that the ceiling’s been breaked

We got the unwilling to denounce appearing

How it is that they never been waked

Allow the revealing of the fake

Watch out we congealing as we get baked

Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake

It got that spring, there’s no remake

Can feel the earth quake

The beat is shaking

The bass is rumbling

So deep you feel your belly ache

What’s at stake

You gotta know

It’s that flow state

We on a roll

So slap on the butter baby

We gravy

Grab a plate and

Before you go

Bounce

Bounce

To the boogie

The bang

The beat

Box

About

To bring it back

The breakdown

For the block

For my people

I see you

Gimme a pound

Tell me how

Have you been

For now

The breakdown

I’m here for you

Hear me loud

And clear

We are responsible

For where we’re

Bound

The breakdown

Heading out

Gotta beat the crowds

To get home

Put my feet up

While I eat on the couch

The breakdown

Hold up

Lemme tell you

What I’m talking about

To the beat

With a breakdown

That can make you bounce

Lyrics

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Activated citizens change the world

Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Radicalized citizens change the world

Indeed, it’s the only that ever has

Agitate and always agitated

One, two, three, four

Black bloc black mask

Take rights don’t ask

Confront and harass

Those with power don’t pass

Activated citizens change the world

Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Show your discontent

Track Credits:

Stricknice: Live drums, ending remix

@j-nice-6

Bitzone: Mix and Master

@bitzone

www.bitzones.net

Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Bass, Guitar, Original Demo Track, Song Art

@wouwouandthewormling

wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com

www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling

the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production

musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world

Activated citizens change the world

Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Radicalized citizens change the world

Indeed, it’s the only that ever has

Agitate and always agitated

One, two, three, four

Black bloc black mask

Take rights don’t ask

Confront and harass

Those with power don’t pass

Activated citizens change the world

Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has

Show your discontent

Jon Lock: Original Music: Bass, Drums, Organ, Horns, Vocals, Lyrics

https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5

https://jonlock.bandcamp.com/music

The Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

Funky as oily ass soggy french fries

Funky as stinky bass fishy pot pies

Funky as poopy grass squishy with flies

We be keep it funky and we shittin’ no lies

Would it be funky if the bips didn’t bop, oh

Would it be funky if the hips didn’t hop, whoa

Would it be funky if the bass didn’t pop, no

Would I be a junky if I didn’t want it to stop, yea

He got blisters on his fingers and they starting to peel

He got two big blisters and it’s starting to get real

He gotta keep ‘em outta water if he want ’em to heal

Wear them gloves in the shower and when washing yo meal

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go

Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo’

Dip dip scoodley dip, cool whip all over my chips

Sippin’ on limp shrimp, wimps are the news skool pimps

A plop a glop a top my new flip flop design

A crop a hops and a drop a slop for my swine

Yo we got the flu shot that you got but we caught

The new-dle two-dle funk crew-dle bug-adoodle

Jibber Jabber don’t stop a hey hey hey a all day

Now come on over I’ll scoot right over and stay while Jon plays

Funky see funky do funky spunky skunky crew

Funky rhymes funky lines funky crunky drunky times

Funky might makes funky right funky pluky dynamite

Funky here funky there funky spunky everywhere

Wow, now that is damn funky, can you smell that bass, whew we, smells like burnt liver on hot summer day, Jon is on Fyre!

Why’s it funky when you haven’t funked for a week and then you start to itch ’n tweek

And your knees be gettin’ soft ’n weak as the pressure reaches to a peak

And a little bit starts to drip and leak

That’s TMI

He got funk like pumpkins got pie

Funk like bumpkins get by

Funk like stuck in deny

All funk like skunk ’n gettin’ high

Funkin’ til the day that we die

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go

Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

The funk

It be

Booming

Out the

Trunk a hunk a junk ol’ clunk a mine

A chunka chunka went the bass and I got a fine

Combine with my divine design, rewind inclined to be funkinsteined

I declined, I tor’ it up in yo face

You turned up the bass

That’s right, you could hear it all over the place

Funky is as funky does do you has pizazz

Funky is too funky that’s true and we has en masse

Funky is what funky wants how does he slap that bass

We be keep it funky now common shake that azz

Funky like a rusty spike infection on my toe

Funky like a crusty tyke with boogies out the nose

Funky like my musty psych with dusty old pillows

We be make it funky ’n got the stank to show

Will it still be funky if we, what

Spayed it with some poo-pourri, hell yea

Will it still be funky if we, what

Made it from som’in’ all bourgeoisie, hell no

That’s what I been tryin’ to tell ya, the funks gotta be made from something nasty, it’s gotta be inta something kinky, it’s gotta talk all dirty, breath be stankin’ ’n such

Uh oh, who had the funk and then let the funk go

Uh oh, yo here we go, the funk is on the loose footloose and deucin’ on the flo

Yea, so what do you think Jon, you feeling that?

Oh yea

Alright, alright, alright, yo since you supplied me with that mad funky beat, I figured I’d go all mad scientist and flip what you sent me, and maybe you can lay down some of them golden vocals of yours

How’s that sound?

Sounds good

Well, the Couch King baby

Let’s turn the clock back to ’65

That’s where I like to hide out

It’s the place I really thrive

Well look out

Take your time now

This funk moves like a big fat cow

Yea, the Couch King baby

I tried to run but I could not hide

I tried to run

But I could not find a place to hide

This is the latest song from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Stricknice, Bitzone, and I have been working on. Like all the rest of the songs in the set, this one began during the start of the pandemic and reflects the changes in political perspective that were happening in society, and continue to this day. And, as with the other songs, I started this song with an unreleased demo from Wou-Wou and created a 1 minute outline which I then often passed on to a guest collaborator. When it came time to fully work on the track, I expanded on the original idea, along with the guest collaborator stems, until a full song was arranged. I then passed the bones and organs of the song to Stricknice and Bitzone to add any additional muscles and flesh they believed in until it was finished. I am so blessed to work with Wou-Wou, Bitzone, Stricknice, and all the guest collaborators on this inspired set, that one day will be complete.

May everyone find something authentic to themselves to believe in.

Track Credits:

Mayor of Donutville: Synths, Chimes, Vocals

@mayor-of-donutville

https://mayorofdonutville.bandcamp.com

Stricknice: Guitars, Reverse Guitars

@j-nice-6

Bitzone: Bass, Drums, Keys, Vocals, Mix, and Master

@bitzone

www.bitzones.net

Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Guitar, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art

@wouwouandthewormling

https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com

www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA

the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Arrangement, Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Looking for a new day

Looking for a new way to pray

Looking for a new way to say

I need something to believe in

Waiting for the next season

Waiting for a better reason

Waiting for some cohesions

In my something to believe in

Searching for another chapter

Searching for another answer

Searching for the here after

To give me something to believe in

Oh oh lord

You’re no more

The savior oh

Praying for a true sign

Praying for not to resign

Praying that any divine

Has something for me to believe in

Been out there but it’s freezing

Been out there but it’s displeasing

Been out there now releasing

My reason for something to believe in

There’s nothing in the wind speaking

There’s nothing in the house creaking

There’s nothing for the sinned seeking

For there’s nothing left to believe in

Oh oh lord

You’re no more

The savior oh

Oh oh lord

You’re no more

The savior oh

Reborn but still

Still worn out for real

Forlorn with no goodwill

Forgotten like landfill

Discarded until rotten

Downtrodden turned to God and

Abandoned I turn to

The concerns of the spurned few

True or is it not true

It is what we’ve been through

When all has been lost to

Those others who sin too

Grew up with a promise

Now there’s thieves up upon us

Asking who can we turn to

To return to us what’s due

I shouted but nobody

Listened I doubted

And then somebody heard

Just wanted to be devoted

So a savior got stirred

For a favor his word

With our promise to help turn

The truth to be blurred

When will there be a new leader

When will there be a new preacher

When will there be my savior

To tell me what I should believe in

Looking for a new day

Looking for a new way to pray

Looking for a new way to say

I need something to believe in

Oh oh lord

You’re no more

The savior oh

This is the lead track from the set of songs that I began with Wou-Wou & the Wormling during the start of the turmoil and chaos brought upon by the pandemic. This is also the first part of four tracks within the album directly based on Wou-Wou’s comic, The Shrike. It has been incredible working with Bitzone and Stricknice throughout the project as well. It is always cool when the everyone in the stag heard works well togehter and brings distinct yet complimentary ideas to the mix. Big thanks also to Weighty Tree for introducing his groovy style of neopsychedelica to the rut!

May everyone be victorious at their turn during the rut.

Track Credits:

The Weighty Tree: Guitars

https://soundcloud.com/theweightytree

https://theweightytree.bandcamp.com

Stricknice: Intro Guitars, Samples and Sample Work, Keys

https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6

Bitzone: Drums, Orchestration, Mix, and Master

https://soundcloud.com/bitzone

www.bitzones.net

Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Reverse Guitar, Bass, Mellotron, Synths, Original Demo Track, Song Art

https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling

wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com

www.youtube.com/channel/UCy0rEOgxbaIcWbZZuxAKVmA

the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Ending Samples, Production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Intro

Several weeks after the events of The Great Scurry, all had returned back to normal in the autumnal forest. Nature has a way of quickly shaking off the traumas of the past and returning to its most basic of desires. You see, all of life yearns to mate and procreate, and while most that experience defeat from the stronger or rejection from those seeking the fitter, muster the determination to get back up again, some take their spurning to heart, as if they were more deserving than nature intended, where it festers and begins to grow a new grotesque life of its own.

Verse

Word

Yo

As antlers crashed with the desperation of lust

And the scent of musk in the air

I couldn’t help but take notice there

Was a sweet smell of autumn

Carried in the gust

Of wind

It is a beautiful time of the year

When the does come into estrus

And there is only one thing on my mind

I must get some of that behind

I find

Times like these to be harbingers

That linger

I could count times like these on my fingers

If I didn’t have hooves

And wasn’t crashing to the ground

With the sound of defeated dreams

Of games of hard to get

And multiple days of getting wet

I let the overwhelming excitement of rut

Get the best of me

And now am crest fallen to see

The Doe that I thought was mine

Walk away with the buck that brought me down to the twines

Uh

Gary, of Mountain Songs (https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs)

contacted me about 2 years ago and offered me a baseline stem from an Alpha Roots collaboration he was working on with Joerxworx. About 2 years ago, that is crazy! I, of course, said I would take the stem. I needed to finish some other songs that were in the works before getting to play with Alpha Roots’s baseline. By the time I was ready to connect with the vibe, Russia had invaded Ukraine, unfathomable tragedy had begun, and the world was changing again. My song writing reflected the horror of what was going on. By the time all the stems were gathered, vocals were recorded, and the song was mixed and mastered, another war had broken out and the horror continued.

Massive thanks to Mountain Songs for trusting me with these blessed Alpha Roots stems. So glad Jamie, Jonathan, Joerxworx, and Russ got a chance to work with Alpha Roots again. Alpha Roots lives on.

And the song is ready just in time for Halloween!

Track Credits:

Alpha Roots: Bass

https://soundcloud.com/alpha-roots

Jamie Rhind: Organ

https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind

Jonathan Beckenstein: Guitar

https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein

https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com

Joerxworx: Sax

https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

the Couch King: Lyrics, vocals, and production

https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Russell Sinfield: Mix and Master

https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield

https://soundcloud.com/the-exe-stencilists

The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio

https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

Sleep walker doing bidding in the night

Night stalker, half asleep, right now, while you fright, wow

Sleep walker hypnotized prowler by the moon

Moon shocker, mindless rocker, from the tomb eww

Dr. Caligari caught cha sleepin’

Day dreamin’ though you woke

Never thought what you were thinkin’

Now you only speakin’ what he spoke

It’s a somnambulist break in

Break in

Gonna stab them in the bed now

It’s a somnambulist break in

Break in

Fillin’ ‘em with dread ya

Sleep walker doing bidding in the night

Night stalker, half asleep right now, while you fright, wow

Sleep walker hypnotized prowler by the moon

Moon shocker, mindless rocker, from the tomb eww

Dr. Caligari gonna open

The coffin where you’ll rest

On his order you awaken

Now you answerin’ without questionin’ his behest

It’s a somnambulist break in

Break in

Gonna stab them in the bed now

It’s a somnambulist break in

Sleep walker doing bidding in the night

Night stalker, half asleep right now, while you fright, wow

Sleep walker hypnotized prowler by the moon

Moon shocker, mindless rocker, from the tomb eww

Dr. Caligari caught cha sleepin’

Day dreamin’ though you woke

In the shadows see you creeping

His knife hidden inside his cloak

It’s a somnambulist break in

Break in

Gonna stab them in the bed now

It’s a somnambulist break in

Break in

It all turning red now