Saturday, June 13, 2026

Stone Cold Sound Guy ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
Black shirt, dead eye.
Black shirt, dead eye.

Line check, lion check.
Line check, lion check.
Nobody knows why.
Nobody knows why.

More vocal.
More vocal.
Less guitar.
Less guitar.

Kick drum hits.
Kick drum hits.
Bass not far.
Bass not far.

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
He saved the room.
He saved the room.

He does not clap.
He does not cheer.
He does not care
Who drove from where.

He hears the squeal.
He kills the pain.
He moves one fader
And stops the rain.

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
Black shirt, dead eye.
Black shirt, dead eye.

The singer says,
“More me, please.”
The sound guy says,
“With what disease?”

The guitarist says,
“My tone is thin.”
The sound guy says,
“That starts within.”

The drummer says,
“Kick needs punch.”
The sound guy says,
“I skipped my lunch.”

The bass player says nothing.
The sound guy nods.
Two quiet men
Against the gods.

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
Line check, lion check.
Line check, lion check.

Jack-AL heard
“line check”
As “lion check.”
Now a jungle cat
Is guarding the deck.

Lion check.
Lion check.
Do not touch
The soundboard neck.

No.
No.
That is not the phrase.
But the crowd is roaring
For the next three days.

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
Black shirt, dead eye.
Black shirt, dead eye.

More vocal.
More vocal.
Less guitar.
Less guitar.

No feedback.
No squeal.
No mercy.
Keep it real.

No drama.
No lies.
No touching
Those knobs, guys.

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
He saved the room.
He saved the room.

He knows the cable
That always fails.
He knows the singer
Who always wails.

He knows the guitarist
Will ask for more.
He knows the drummer
Will count to four.

He knows the wizard
Has too much gear.
He knows the side door
Can smell fear.

He knows the room
Before we play.
He knows the lie
In “sound okay?”

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
Black shirt, dead eye.
Black shirt, dead eye.

The crowd heard music.
The band heard doom.
The sound guy stood there
And saved the room.

One hand on mercy.
One hand on no.
One eye on trouble.
One eye on show.

One knob for thunder.
One knob for grace.
One look that removes
The singer’s face.

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
Line check, lion check.
Line check, lion check.

Jack-AL says,
“Lion check.”
Sound guy says,
“Mic check.”

Jack-AL says,
“Lion check.”
Sound guy says,
“No.”

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
More vocal.
Less guitar.

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
Kick drum hits.
Bass not far.

Stone cold sound guy.
Stone cold sound guy.
He saved the room.
He saved the room.

The band got loud.
The room stayed right.
He killed the squeal
And saved the night.


Jack-AL Did It ~ Poetry / Lyrics ~ Stereo Types Stereotypes

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Wrong words ringing
And the whole room hit it.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Broke the caption
But the chorus fit it.

Nude magicians.
Nude magicians.
Turnip gown.
Turnip gown.

Fought the grass.
Fought the grass.
Fishing down.
Fishing down.

Lizard remorse.
Lizard remorse.
Modest moose.
Modest moose.

Crash nap gnome.
Crash nap gnome.
Jack-AL loose.
Jack-AL loose.

I improved it.
I improved it.
You misproved it.
You misproved it.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Everybody knows
But nobody admits it.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Wrong words ringing
And the whole room hit it.

The singer said,
“That is not the line.”
Jack-AL said,
“It is better this time.”

The guitarist said,
“That ruined my tone.”
Jack-AL said,
“Tone is never alone.”

The drummer said,
“Count it straight.”
Jack-AL said,
“County steak.”

County steak.
County steak.
Now the crowd wants dinner
And the band is late.

No.
No.
That is not the phrase.
But the crowd is already
Singing it for days.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Broke the caption
But the chorus fit it.

Nude magicians.
Turnip gown.
Fought the grass.
Fishing down.

Lizard remorse.
Modest moose.
Crash nap gnome.
Jack-AL loose.

The bass player said nothing.
The bass player knew.
One wrong word
Can become more true.

The wizard saw a portal
In the bad subtitle.
The side door saint said,
“That feels vital.”

The sound guy frowned.
The sound guy quit.
Then saved the mix
Because Jack-AL did it.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Wrong words ringing
And the whole room hit it.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Broke the caption
But the chorus fit it.

The joke got loose.
The room got loud.
The wrong words jumped
Straight into the crowd.

The band got blamed.
The shirt got made.
The sticker sold out
By the end of the day.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Nobody planned it.
Everybody bit it.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
The words went crooked
And the whole song lit it.

Say it wrong.
Say it loud.
Say it twice
To the laughing crowd.

Say it wrong.
Say it true.
The mistake is now
Part of you.

Nude magicians.
Nude magicians.
Turnip gown.
Turnip gown.

Lizard remorse.
Lizard remorse.
Crash nap gnome.
Crash nap gnome.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Broke the caption
But the chorus fit it.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
Wrong words ringing
And the whole room hit it.

I improved it.
I improved it.
You misproved it.
You misproved it.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
The caption was wrong.
The joke was right.

Jack-AL did it.
Jack-AL did it.
The band was confused.
The crowd sang all night.