bookmark_borderSigns

Coversong made famous by Five Man Electrical Band
Written by Les Emmerson

               C             G                                            D             G
And the sign said long haired, freaky people, need not apply.
         D                         A                                    G                               A
So, I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why?
      Bm                             G                                     Bm                            G
He said, you look like a fine, upstanding young man, I think you`ll do.
          D                                        A                              G                       A
So, I took off my hat...  I said, imagine that..huh, me, workin for you.

CHORUS:
D               C                                D                
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign, blocking out the scenery,
G
breaking my mind.
D                            A                                      C         D D7sus
Do this, don`t do that..can`t you read the si....gn?

#2.
               C                              G                               D                            G
And the sign said, anybody caught trespassing, would be shot on sight.
         D                                            A                                       G                 A
So, I jumped on the fence and I yelled at the house..hey, what gives   you the right?..
    Bm                        G                              Bm                             G
to put up a fence to keep me out..or to keep mother nature in?
    D                                 A                                  G                                         A
If God was here, He`d tell you to your face, Man, you`re some kinda sinner.
CHORUS --> BRIDGE
          A
Now, hey you, mister, can`t you read?
              G                                     D
You`ve got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat.
A                                                                        Bm                                 D          
You can`t even watch, no, you can`t eat...  you ain`t supposed to be here.
C                     G                                           D                     G
Sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside..unnh!

#3.
D            C              G                                            D                               G
And the sign said, everybody welcome, come in, kneel down and pray.
                          D                                                    A                  G                                        A    
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all, I didn`t have a penny to pay.
         Bm                            G                  Bm                                 G
So, I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign.
           D                                 A 
I said, thank you Lord, for thinking about me..
    G                            A
I`m alive and doing fine.

CHORUS / OUTRO:
D                C
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign..

230512_2805-Signs.mp3 (2023)

Signs.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Recording: digital 4-track stereo

Inspired to cover this song on the day the Pope called-out Trump:
So the Pope jumped on the fence and yelled at the Donald,
“Hey! What gives you the right?”
“To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in”
“If God was here he’d tell you to your face, Man, you’re some kinda sinner”

Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album MMXVI
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderJumping Trains

LYRICS
The juice doesn’t flow
Do they know
Currently lacking current
Urgent synapse fail
There’s no juice to the third rail

Their brains are jumping trains
… brains jumping trains

The boxcar is empty
There’s no freight inside
Can they see that it’s empty
Even when they ride?

Their brains are jumping trains
… brains jumping trains
The caboose is coming loose
Insane on a runaway train

Jumping Trains.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: Em Em+f# A7 A7+g / G D Em
Recording: digital 1-track stereo recorded live

When the politicians were offered brains, they thought we said trains….

Vocals, Takamine Guitar, Keyboards and Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album Vomitvote
by The Beatless Sense Mongers

bookmark_borderLaser Beam Clean

Laser Beam Clean.mp3

LYRICS
Came to clean with a laser beam
Razor and steam
Coming clean
Modern machine to leave a sheen
Polish and gleam
Oh, so clean

And we all clean up
Before we all fall down
Enough corrupt
Crowing the clown

The hypocrite takes a hit
Coughing up to admit

The hypocrite talking $hit
Says, “Bury me in my finest,
So me and my lust turn to dust.”

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: C7 A7 / G A D / C D7 C7
Recording: digital 3-track stereo

A song about hypocrites in politics.

Vocals, Martin Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album Vomitvote
by The Beatless Sense Mongers

bookmark_borderHand Over Fist

LYRICS
Taking money hand over hand over hand over fist
Easy money
Dripping honey

Bribery and thievery with a perverted twist
Easy money
Dripping honey

The problem you have with the sweet
It the way you treat the treat (treat the treat)
Easy money
Dripping honey

Hand Over Fist.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: A G G7 / E A
Recording: digital 1-track stereo recorded live

Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album Vomitvote
by The Beatless Sense Mongers

bookmark_borderRuffle

LYRICS
When the feather you ruffle
The hillbilly shuffle
Look out! Ya better run
That one’s gotta shotgun

Elephant of mule
They’re both the fool
Gloves off to rumble
They do the hillbilly shuffle

Ruffle.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: F# B / A G# F#
Rhythm: 130 BPM Country Shuffle x2
Recording: digital 1-track stereo recorded live

Did you ever wonder why Republicans and Democrats have an elephant and donkey for mascots?

Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album Vomitvote
by The Beatless Sense Mongers

bookmark_borderWoozy

LYRICS
What the candidates say
Will sway from day-to-day
Sway to the left. Sway to the right.
Preachin’ to the deft the virtue of blight

Feeling woozy
Watching loony
Beggar’s choosy
No more floozy

Chorus

Feeling sheep-like
Swing a third strike
Sound like Third Reich
Crown with a spike

Chorus

Feeling so sick
Laid on too think
Please send aid, quick!
Remove sheep tick

Chorus

Woozy.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: C A / Ab A A#
Recording: digital 1-track stereo recorded live

A song about the hypocrites of politics.

Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album Vomitvote
by The Beatless Sense Mongers

bookmark_borderPuzzle Pieces Thesis

LYRICS
The jigsaw saw jaw dropping awe
Puzzled in disbelief
The crossword’s cross words sound so absurd
Puzzle relief?

All the pieces fall
’till they’re not pieces at all
As they race into place

The tour amazed at the haze in the maze
Puzzled commander and chief
The hangman demands you understand
Puzzled hang in grief?

Chorus

Puzzle Pieces Thesis.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: A Am7 / C G A
Recording: digital 1-track stereo recorded live

A song about politicians and puzzles. At least four types of puzzles are mentioned in the song: jigsaw puzzles, crossword puzzles, tours and hangman.

Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album Vomitvote
by The Beatless Sense Mongers

bookmark_borderLess Than Candid-ates

LYRICS
Crank the crank
Ratchet the ratchet
On the chopping block
The candidates stump

Pullin’ down their pants
While making rants
Showing you rump
And, takin’ a dump

There ain’t no argument
That’s no debate
When the only message sent
Is hate, hate, hate

Walk the plank
Swinging hatchet
Cleaning the clock
Landing a lump

The mental masturbate
Union of the state
Jump on the bandwagon before it’s too late

Less Than Candid-ates.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: E Em(7)11 A / B7 A E / E7 En(7)11
Recording: digital 1-track stereo recorded live

Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers (microKorg, Korg N364, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, Boss Loop Station, Boss BR-600, DigiTech RP3)

From the album Vomitvote
by The Beatless Sense Mongers

bookmark_borderIko Iko

“Iko Iko” (/ˈaɪkoʊ ˈaɪkoʊ/) is a much-covered New Orleans song that tells of a parade collision between two “tribes” of Mardi Gras Indians and the traditional confrontation. The song, under the original title “Jock-A-Mo”, was written and released as a single in 1953 by Sugar Boy and his Cane Cutters.

In the 60’s, the Dixie Cups’s recorded a version that became a hit. New Orleans singer and pianist Dr. John covered “Iko Iko” in 1972 for his fifth studio album Dr. John’s Gumbo. It has also been covered by the Grateful Dead who made “Iko Iko” a staple in their live shows from 1977 onward.

D
Hey now, Hey now,
           A
Iko Iko ah-nay
A
Joc-a-mo-fee-no-ah-nah-nay
                 D
Joc-a-mo-fee-nah-nay


D
My spy boy to your spy boy,
                            A
They were sittin' along the bayou,
A
My spy boy to your spy boy,
                           D
I'm gonna set your tail on fire.


Hey now, Hey now,
Iko Iko ah-nay
Joc-a-mo-fee-no-ah-nah-nay
Joc-a-mo-fee-nah-nay

My Grandma to your Grandpa
Sittin on' the bayou
My Grandma to your Grandpa
Gonna fix your chicken wire.

Additional Verses:
My grandma and your grandma were
Sit-tin’ by the fire. – My grandma told
Your grandma “I’m gonna set your flag on fire.”

Talk-in’ ’bout, Hey now ! Hey now ! I-KO, I-KO, un-day
Jack-a-mo fee-no ai na-na. – Jock-a-mo fee na-na

My flag boy and your flag boy were
Sit-tin’ by the fire. – My flag boy told
Your flag boy “I’m gonna set your flag on fire.”

Iko Iko.mp3

Iko Iko II.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Recording: digital 1-track stereo

From the album MMXVI

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bookmark_borderScent Of Trouble

LYRICS
I don’t know what’s gonna happen
But it sure doesn’t smell good
I know it don’t smell good
It ain’t smelling to fine
I’m usually not one to wine
But I do think it’s quite a stink
I don’t know if it’s gonna grow
’cause if that smell grows on me
It’s going to grow ON me

PART 2
Ya’ll smell something?

I don’t know what’s gonna happen
But it doesn’t smell good
It ain’t smellin’ good
In fact, I think
It’s putting out a stink
If I could get my money back
I’d be running for the door
’cause it’s putting off a mighty stink I think

It smells to high heaven
Oh please be forgiven

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: E B E / A E
Recording: digital 1-track stereo

Daniel — Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)

From the album MMXVI
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderGet Out Of There

LYRICS
You’ve got to get out
You’ve got to get out
You’ve got to get out of there

Maybe you can get up and fly
Maybe get up and kiss the sky
Crazy if we think it’s do or die
Come on! Come on! Maybe give it a try?

You’ve got to get out
You’ve got to get out
You’ve got to get out of there

No if and or but
You’ve got to get out
You’ve got to get out that’s clear

Get Out Of There Music Video.mp4

Get Out Of There.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: C A / D7 C / D C
Recording: digital 1-track stereo

Daniel — Vocals, Martin Guitar, Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software, miniNova

From the album MMXVI
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderTaste

LYRICS
Now I remember…
You always leave a bad taste
Such a waste

Well, look at this
They said ignorance is bliss
‘suppose that’s your picture in the dictionary?
(So fancy and quite contrary)
Thank you for spelling it out… now, it is plain to see
What a waste
Bad taste

If you think you are cute
Ya sure ain’t astute
A fool should stay mute
When unable to refute

Ignorance is bliss?
Sure don’t miss… your kind — unkind with a narrow mind

Cry, baby, cry?
No, now I remember why I said goodbye
Because of all this, “Ignorance is bliss”
If such is this, the only bliss is…
Leaving your arrogance-in-ignorance

Haste for a good taste
Cleanse the palate
And, forget

ABOUT THE SONG
Prelude
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: E A G E
Rhythm: 124 BPM
Recording: digital 2-track stereo

The Full Length
Chords: E A G E
Rhythms: 144 BPM and 280 BPM
Recording: digital 1-track stereo

Vocals, Electric Guitar, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)

From the album MMXVI

bookmark_borderCaught Up

LYRICS
I wouldn’t get caught-up in all of that
Tangled up in a knot
I’d rather not
No, I don’t really want to get caught-up in all of that
I hope to know when to let go of the millstone
(Do you have a millstone around your neck
What the heck?
Too aloof to take it off)
I don’t have to sit all high and mighty on my throne
If my ankle gets tangled up in the anchor’s chain
I’d rather refrain
From getting caught-up in all that
Rather stay a rocker than in Davey Jone’s Locker

No, I don’t really want to get caught-up in all of that
End up as some splat
I’m not into a tit-for-tat
No, I don’t really want to get caught-up in all of that
End up a splat
I have fears
Of a little loose clothing getting into the gears
Before I know what
I’m caught-up in all that
… I’ve the feelin’ it’s real beat to be mincemeat
I’d rather stay a rocker and keep the beat
Then, ending up being mincemeat
(What would my fans think at a meet and great?)

You know, this guy ain’t chopped liver!
I’ve got a life to live of being a giver
Thus, my reluctance to get caught-up in all that
In that hypocrite fat cat spat shat
(That’s it! The hypocrite fat cat spat shat… I don’t want to get caught-up in all that)
If it’s alright with you, I’d like to find out about gracefully “bowing out”

(Oh! That’s what that is — hypocrite fat cat spat shat. I don’t want to get caught-up in all that.)

Caught Up.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Chords: D Dsus4
Rhythm: 66 BPM / Digi Rock and British Pop
Recording: digital 1-track stereo

Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)

From the album MMXVI
by Daniel Brouse

bookmark_borderDiamond Dogs

Coversong
Made famous and written by David Bowie

           A
1. As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent,
    E
you asked for the latest party,
            D
with your silicone hump and your ten inch stump,
A  dressed like a priest you was,    Todd Browning’s freak you was.
A  Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees,
E  I’m sure you’re not protected, for it’s plain to see,
D  the Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees,
A  hurt you to the ground they will, mannequins will kill appeal.
       E
(Will they come?) I’ll keep you a friend serene,
      G
(Will they come?)   oh, baby, come onto me,
      A
(Come on!) well she’s come, been and gone.
D  Come out of the garden, baby,

A  you’ll catch your death in the fog.
      B7          D                    A
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs.
Young girl, they call them the Diamond Dogs.

         A
2. Now, Halloween Jack is a real cool cat,
         E
and he lives on the top of Manhattan Chase,
    D
the elevator’s broke, so he slides down a rope,
A  on the streets below.      Oh, Tarzie go, man, go.
A  Meets his little hussy with his ghost town approach,
E  her face is sans feature, but she wears a Dali brooch.
D  Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake,
A  wrecked up and paralysed, Diamond Dogs are sableized.
      E   D                     A
Hu hu hu, call them the Diamond Dogs.
      E                         D       
Hu hu hu, call them the Diamond Dogs.
 A – C – Bb – F – C        A – C – Bb – F – C    - A ~

A 3. In the year of the scavenger, the season of the bitch,
E  sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch.
D  Just another future song, lonely little kitsch,
A  there’s gonna be sorrow, try and wake up tomorrow.
      E   D                     A
Hu hu hu, call them the Diamond Dogs. (5x)
      E                         D            
Hu hu hu, call them the Diamond Dogs.
      A – C – Bb – F – C    - A – C – Bb – F – C    - A …..

Diamond Dogs.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Recording: digital 1-track stereo

Daniel — Vocals, Guitar

From the album MMXVI
by Daniel Brouse

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bookmark_borderCat People

Coversong
Originally made famous by David Bowie
Written by Bowie with producer Giorgio Moroder

Cm                  F 
See these eyes so green
Cm                  Bb 
I can stare for a thousand years
Cm               F 
Colder than the moon
Cm                    Bb Cm 
It`s been so long

Feel my blood enraged
It`s just the fear of losing you
Don`t you know my name
Well, you been so long

Cm 
And I`ve been putting out fire
NC               Cm F Bb 
With gasoline

Cm                 F 
See these eyes so red
Bb                 Cm 
Red like jungle burning bright
Cm                 F 
Those who feel me near
Bb                   Cm 
Pull the blinds and change their minds
Cm                    Bb Cm 
It`s been so long

Still this pulsing night
A plague I call a heartbeat
Just be still with me
Ya wouldn`t believe what I`ve been thru

Cm                   Bb Cm 
You`ve been so long
Cm                      Bb  Cm 
Well it`s been so long
Eb                                                   Bb Eb 
And I`ve been putting out the fire with gasoline
Eb 
Putting out the fire
With gasoline
Instrumental part: Cm F Bb Cm 

See these tears so blue
An ageless heart that can never mend
These tears can never dry
A judgement made can never bend

See these eyes so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Just be still with me
You wouldn`t believe what I`ve been thru

You`ve been so long
Well it`s been so long
And I`ve been putting out fire with gasoline
Putting out fire with gasoline

Cm   Bb  Ab 
Been so long
Bb    Ab  Bb  Cm 
[So long, so long]
Been so long
[So long, so long]
Been putting out fire
[Been so long, so long, so long]
Been putting out fire
[Been so long, so long, so long]
Been so long

Cat People.mp3

ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Music
Recording: digital 1-track stereo

Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards, Synthesizers and an Alesis Vortex controller to Albeton software (microKorg, Yamaha PSR-740, Casio WK-3500, miniNova, and a couple pedals)

From the album MMXVI
by Daniel Brouse

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