Scheibee & Foosen

Scheibee & Foosen

 Oslo, Oslo County, NOR
BandCountryClassic Rock

Mark’s writing is whiskey, buddies and cigars. It is a woman's head in safe, masculine arms and hot coffee on rainy days. He is a no nonsense, clear thinking, 6’ 7�, 265 pound Alfa-male, who's life has left a trail of blood, sweat and tears. And that is something that is evident in his music.

Biography

Scheibee & Foosen is the story about two childhood buddies that drifted apart in the early nineties and met again under rather depressing circumstances in 2007. Foosen's two best friends had just died, his girlfriend of 15 years, the mother of one of his three kids, had just left him, and heavy in debt he was about to loose his home. Scheibee, who was off to a significant career as a writer, had to put everything on hold in the mid nineties, as he decided, after his wife left him in sole custody of both their kids, that his kids upbringing was more important than his career. When he met Foosen again in 2007, he had just been told by his doctor that if he did not take serious steps in his life, he would not be around to enjoy 2008.

The two hooked up, and through their love for music, they guided each other through the immediate crises. Their collaboration resulted in enough original material for two albums, but there was still a question on how to raise the money to get to Nashville and do a recording with top musicians. Hitting their first stroke of luck in years, an old friend of Foosen, and a total stranger to Scheibee, said over a beer one day: "Shit, this sounds like fun, lets go!." He coughed up the cash and hit Nashville together with Scheibee and Foosen in August 2008. Three weeks later, the record was done. It has just been released to radio DJ's in Europe and Australia through Comestock Records in Arizona. it received registered airplay on 62 stations in 18 countries. December 08, Scheibee & Foosen were named Newcomers To Watch, by Country Jukebox in Germany, and March 6th 09, the album hit number 24 on Roots Music Rapport. In week 13, 09, Scheibee's song, Another Nail In My Coffin, was the 8th most played tune on European CMA. Scheibee also entered songs into the Billboard World Song Contest 2008, and received Honorable Mentions, in five different genres. Rock, blues, country, pop/top 40 and world music. 3 recent trips to Nashville have resulted in demos of 14 new songs. Mark is the sole owner of all he ever have written, which is copyrighted in Washington DC, and registered with ASCAP. Another 30 will be demoed throughout 2010/11, as he aside from trying to reach major artists, producers and book publishers, is planning to record another album, thinking, contemporary country/rock.

Lyrics

Sizzlin' wild in bed

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Thank God for all the high heals and miniskirts, pickup trucks, convertibles and summer flirts.
Fiery redheads, tall brunettes, angle blond or raven black, I have no regrets.
Don’t give a damn, of the color of her hair, as long as she sizzles and is wild in bed.

Redneck, trailer trash, rowdy sex bombs, business like women, or struggling single moms.
A bulging Nashville bossom, bursting at the seams, or a pitch black, grinning voodoo queen.
Don’t give a damn, if she’s single or wed, as long as she sizzles and is wild in bed.

I picked her of the Bible belt, thumbing by the road, all wrapped in shyness, about to explode.
She kissed me off in Dallas where I picked up Tammy Mae, who rode me all the way to Santa Fe.
Don’t give a damn, how they’re bred, as long as they sizzle and are wild in bed.

California surf and turf, strolling down the beach, one hot Latino, one sweeter than a peach.
I smiled to my self, returning their stairs, as they became mine and I became theirs.
Don’t give a damn, how the two are spread, as long as they sizzle and are wild in bed.

When aprons fall and leave those kitchen pots, and blouses are unbuttoned and tied in front in knots.
And hour glass figures, start to twist and twirl, nothing beats that wholesome Midwestern girl.
Don’t care much what’s said or unsaid, as long as she sizzles and is wild in bed.

I’m nothing but a hound dog, in constant search, for that one woman, to tie the knot in church.
So far in life, I’ve not been blessed, with one for which it is worth, to give up all the rest.
Don’t care much, who lies ahead, as long as she sizzles and is wild in bed.

Another nail in my coffin

Written By: Mark Scheibert

The doctor says I’m dying, cuz I don’t take care of my self.
Says I gotte’ stop drinkin’ and smokin’ cigars, but I don’t listen all that well.
I live my life to the fullest, without looking back.
That’s if you shouldn’t happen to pass me, and take an interest in my life.

Chorus:
There are forty-three nails in my coffin, but I’m still an optimist,
my spirit will not be broken, cuz they need fifty-two to close the lid.

My wife found another man and left me, and our three kids.
The bank has turned me down for that loan and repossessed my truck.
That’s another three nails in the coffin, four if you count the fact.
That the dog jus died in my arms, cuz I couldn’t drive him to the vet.

Chorus:
There are forty-seven nails in my coffin, but I’m still an optimist,
my spirit will not be broken, cuz they need fifty-two to close the lid.

A chapter eleven has forced me, to rethink my career.
And I do so from a room at my friends, as I’m evicted from my place.
An old customer has sued me, for not completing the job.
And I got no cash to pay for food, but I still know how to count.

I still got my guitar and Stetson, a friend and a creative mind.
So the four of us went to Nashville, to see if we could get a break.
Writing for the big country artists, or start our own rock and roll band.
To acquire the means to buy the tools needed to start pullen’ out nails.

Chorus:
Now there’s fifty-one nails in my coffin, but I’m still an optimist,
my spirit will not be broken, cuz they need fifty-two to close the lid.

Chorus:
There’s stil fifty-one nails in my coffin, and I’m still an optimist,
my spirit will not be broken, cuz they need fifty-two to close the lid.

Miss who she was, but still love who she is

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Alois found a sneaky creature, who’s character only has one feature.
A darkened spirit so unkind, it leaves your heart but takes your mind.
He’s like a slowly rising fever, until he chops you with his cleaver.
To cut away and dispense, all you got of common sense.

Chorus:
No apparent cause, the reason still a quiz.
I miss who she was, but still love who she is.

As her memory seeps, I can hear her silent weeps.
Cause her heart still feels the pain, as Alzheimer is killing of her brain.
There aren’t any magic keys, to the secrets of this disease.
Numbers, names are all a blur, mom is lost there’s no cure.

Chorus:
There is no apparent cause, the reason still a quiz.
I miss who she was, but still love who she is.

Chorus:
There is no apparent cause, the reason still a quiz
I miss who she was, but still love who she is.

Back in the 80's

Written By: Mark Scheibert

You remember, a warm September,
When the sun set, two souls met,
you and I, in the blink of an eye.
Minds where rumblen’ hearts where stumblen’
till they joined up, remember we held on so tight,
kept us warm thought the night,
You and I holdin’ hands, in the moonlight.

Chorus:
Hey, hey, hey, do you remember back in the eighties,
You and I we where teenagers in love
We never thought we’d ever be apart,
very first girl to ever run off with my heart.

Feelings ragin’ loveing agin’
Always in tune, night or noon
You and I, on that cloud in the sky
Minds where boundn’, hearts where poundn’
Two became one, in a life we would always enjoy,
You and I we where, the real McCoy
Just like Paris and Helen of Troy.

Chorus:
Hey, hey, hey, do you remember back in the eighties,
You and I we where teenagers in love
We never thought we’d ever be apart,
very first girl to ever give me her heart.

Learned my lesson, so depressin’
when I messed up, made you breakup,
you and I, watching your love die
Your mind was choken’ your heart was broken,
When you saw me, at the new county fairground
The night I was messen’ around
Now I know I was the biggest fool in town.

Chorus:
Hey, hey, hey, do you remember back in the eighties,
You and I we where teenagers in love.
We never thought we’d ever be apart,
you where the very first girl to ever brake my heart.

News for you

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Chorus:
All the women I’ve known want to change me into something I just ain’t
So you can point your finger and run your mouth and scream until you faint.
I’m tellen’ you woman I’ve had enough, that shit never worked on me
I’m pacing my bags and heading out of here, cuz I’ll always be a cowboy at heart.

You can buy me them custom suits, throw away my cowboy boots,
burn my hats and my flannel shirts, but baby I got news for you,
You can sell my new pickup truck, and use every single buck
on a Japanese car the size of a jar, but baby I got news for you,

Chorus:
All the women I’ve known want to change me into something I just ain’t
So you can point your finger and run your mouth and scream until you faint.
I’m tellen’ you woman I’ve had enough, that shit never worked on me
I’m pacing my bags and heading out of here, cuz I’ll always be a cowboy at heart.

You can burn my jeans, my leather vest, and think that you know best
pawn my guns, every last one, but baby I got news for you,
I’m done with soup and vegetable stew, I’m tellen’yeh babe we are through
It’s back to the lake and bloody raw steak, babe you don’t have a clue.

Chorus:
All the women I’ve known want to change me into something I just ain’t
So you can point your finger and run your mouth and scream until you faint.
I’m tellen’ you woman I’ve had enough, that shit never worked on me
I’m pacing my bags and heading out of here, cuz I’ll always be a cowboy at heart.

Behind a beggar's smile

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Strolled down the city streets, the night before last
When in the cracked window, was a face from the past
So I turned real quick to see, who could it be,
when I suddenly realized, that face belonged to me.

Chorus:
I greet everyone I meet, with my begger trick’r treat, my smile has no end
I live on the streets, newspapers for skeet’s, and bottle is my only friend.

Under a lamp post, through bloodshot tears
I saw a girl I hadn’t seen for many years.
It was the day I got this face, and my heart of stone
the day I returned from war and found you where not alone.

Chorus:
I greet everyone I meet, with my begger trick’r treat, my smile has no end
I live on the streets, newspapers for skeet’s, and bottle is my only friend.

Not every man who roams, has my heavy heart
But one thing is for certain, he’s hurten’ in some part
But I’ve learned what you have not, in my painful exile
It’s easier to trick’n treat when you do it with a smile.

Chorus:
I greet everyone I meet, with my begger trick’r treat, my smile has no end
I live on the streets, newspapers for skeet’s, and bottle is my only friend.

I greet everyone I meet, with my begger trick’r treat, my smile has no end
I live on the streets, newspapers for skeet’s, and bottle is my only friend.

The little girl from Haldane Drive

Written By: Mark Scheibert

The little girl from Haldane drive, has a cute little nose and a smile,
She tickles, saves nickels, she’s a fresh little breeze, Sara is my niece.

Chorus:
Never seen the tooth fairy, but still gets money for her teeth,
chocolate eggs from a bunny, and presents on Christmas eve.

The little girl from Haldane drive, has cute little ears and a smile,
She’s smart, has heart, knows her A, B and C’s, Sara is my niece.

Chorus:
Never seen the tooth fairy, but still gets money for her teeth,
chocolate eggs from a bunny, and presents on Christmas eve.

The little girl from Haldane drive, has rosy cheeks and a smile,
She’s witty, and pretty, she always says please, Sara is my niece.

The little girl from Haldane drive, has long brown hair and a smile,
She’s great, has faith, her mind is at peace, Sara is my niece.

Chorus:
Never seen the tooth fairy, but still gets money for her teeth,
chocolate eggs from a bunny, and her uncles thoughts Christmas eve.

Yeah, her uncles thoughts on Christmas eve.

Her uncles thoughts on Christmas eve.

Howlin' at the moon

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Fire flies are firing, Crickets are busy playing their songs
It’s a nice night for mate’n, the earth is moist and the moon is full
Creatures are out crawling, search’n through the night with lust
Some are out hunting, others to ensure survival of their kind

Chorus:
Needs to find, a new mate real soon.
A lonely wolf, howlin’ at the moon.

In the outskirts of the forest, just a quarter mile into town
A man walks into a bar, and does a quick search of the place
Sittin’ all alone, on a barstool, in the corner hiding, hiding from the world
His old high school sweetheart, is mixing salty tears and rum and coke.

Chorus:
Needs to find, a new mate real soon.
A lonely wolf, howlin’ at the moon.

Fire flies are firing, Crickets are busy playing their songs
Watching from the porch, two old sweethearts getten’ in the mood.

Chorus:
Both need to find, a new mates real soon.
Two lonely wolfs, howlin’ at the moon.

Chorus:
Both need to find, a new mates real soon.
Two lonely wolfs, howlin’ at the moon.

Bows and Violins

Written By: Mark Scheibert

July / you came / ninety two / always love you,
Round / blond / girl / my pearl.
Three / years before / first joy / a healthy boy,
My / face / name / the same.

Chorus:
A bow will always need, it’s violin.
You are where you are, because of where you’ve been.

Mom / moved awa / ninety-five / I had to strive,
New / millennium / both / rapid growth.
Skips / and skids / now teens / with happy dreams,
I’m / dad / thereof / my love.

Chorus:
A bow will always need, it’s violin.
You are where you are, because of where you’ve been.

Now / I’m sick / we’ll try / to get bye
If / life / ends / stay friends.

Chorus:
A bow will always need, it’s violin.
You are where you are, because of where you’ve been

No more tears

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Are you back my old friend – back from the end?
Pull up your chin, and tell me where you have been.

I’ve been right here all along – rehearsing this song
Hopen’ you would join me by the sea – and sing it with me.

Mirror, mirror, let me know – should I stay, should I go?
Please give me a reason to stay – one more day.

I am you and you are me – so let’s walk together out to sea.
No more sorrow no more fears – no more heartaches, no more tears.

Senses

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Would your ears, hear my voice, in a group
if I, did not speak, to your, face?
Would, your nose, sense my smell, in a room,
if I, wore the same, cologne as other men?

Chorus:
All I really wanted was to lay down besides you
And feel your breath against my shoulder.

Would, your eyes, pick me out, from a crowd,
if I, did not make, the first, move?
Would, you turn, your head, on the street
If I, wore the same, clothes, as other men?

Chorus:
All I really wanted was to lay down besides you
And feel your breath against my shoulder.

Been In love, with my idea of who you might be.
But I, don’t know if, that’s who you really are.
Jennifer, my secrete love, one day, we’ll meet.
I hope then, you sense me, as I sense you.

Chorus:
All I really wanted was to lay down besides you
And feel your breath against my shoulder.

Thea's song

Written By: Mark Scheibert

She’s asleep, Thea sleeps, safe and sound in daddy’s arms
Thea sleeps, she’s asleep, while mom is watching her bed
The child sleeps, she’s asleep, un aware of the world around.

She wakes, Thea wakes, pushed in her stroller through the park
Thea’s awake, she’s awake, smiling at her mom and dad holding hands
The child’s awake, she’s awake, watchen’ the world around.

Chorus:
Seeing fuzzy bunnies and whimsy butterflies,
In a world of softness and love

Thea’s mom, Thea’s dad, are watching their baby as she grows
Thea’s dad, Thea’s mom, find time to let the other know
Child awake, child asleep, don’t forget to take each others hands

Chorus:
Seeing fuzzy bunnies and whimsy butterflies,
In a world of softness and love

Forest & Brown

Written By: Mark Scheibert

I have a few good friends in Oslo, that I hook up with from time to time.
When life has treated me unfairly and I’m feelin’ down and out.
When the wife just wont stop yellin’, and the dog needs to be walked,
the kids are all put to bed and I feel I need to calm down.
It’s good to know I can always count on, my two friends Forest and Brown.

Chorus:
They’ve saved my marriage more than once, and helped me out of jams.
Just by letting me be who I am.
They’ve saved my marriage more than once, and helped me out of jams.
Just by letting me be who I am.

If I have a business meeting, or something to celebrate, or just need to be
alone, with my own thoughts.
If the wife and I wanna get plastered, or meet some new friends,
or just sit in front of the fireplace, holdin’ each others hands.
It’s good to know we can always count on, our good friends Forest and Brown.

Chorus:
They’ve saved my marriage more than once, and helped me out of jams.
Just by letting me be who I am.
They’ve saved my marriage more than once, and helped me out of jams.
Just by letting me be who I am.

They saved my marriage more than once, and helped me out of jams.
Just by letting me be who I am.
It’s good to know I can always count on my two friends Forest & Brown.

Magic

Written By: Dag "Foosen" Foosnæs

Chorus:
Hey, hey, hey it’s magic, wow so tragic, you’re so far away from me.

Miss your long brown hair, your big brown eyes, beautiful smile and personality.
Sit all alone by myself, all I can think of is you, but you’re not here with me babe.
So I get on the net and watch your page, and It sure makes me smile, cause you’re so beautiful to me.
I love to watch your face, and your beautiful smile, when I watch you on my screen when you turn your webcam on.
I can watch you when you change, the water in the goldfish bowl, and I can even see you in Your kitchen when you bake.

Chorus:
Hey, hey, hey, it’s magic – wow so tragic – cause You’re so far away from me Yeah

Sit all alone and wonder why, what happened babe why do I cry?
Must be because I miss you so, and I just want you to know,
Hey, hey babe I miss You so. Just want You to know, what you mean to me baby.
I watch you when you smile, wow you blow my , my mind.
You’re my fantasy baby.

Chorus:
Hey, hey, hey it’s magic, wow so tragic, you’re so far away from me.
Miss your long brown hair, I miss your big brown eyes, your beautiful smile and personality…

Old Glory

Written By: Mark Scheibert

The Eagle is souring high, above a soldier’s grave,
looking down on meadows, growing from the brave,
that believed enough in freedom, to offer up their lives,
for their neighbor’s kids, husbands and wives.

Millions got their freedom, millions got their scars,
so the blood from thirteen stripes, could give us fifty stars.
Together they form a symbol, under which we unite,
but there’s still a price to pay to keep them shining bright.

Chorus:
So wave the Old Glory, for the soldiers that return from war,
and those that gave their lives in Army Force and Core.

Some of us agree, some of us are distraught,
over how we choose to live, and why our wars are fought.
Remember then that our nation, only still is a bud,
and honor those that nurture it with their blood.

So pledge your allegiance to the flag of the USA
And to the Republic for which it stands today
One Nation under God, in – di – vis – i – ble,
with Liberty and Justice for all.

Chorus:
So wave the Old Glory, for the soldiers that return from war,
and those that gave their lives in Army Force and Core.
The soldiers that gave their lives in Army Force and Core.

Beauty And The Beast

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Around a poker table, in eighteen sixty-one,
a player held the hand, while the other held the gun,
and both, were loaded.
Both where in hiding, in the dusty saloon,
one above the table, while the other was beneath,
and both where deadly.

Chorus:
In the hands of equals, one will always beat the rest,
cause it only takes one bullet too beat a - Royal Straight Flush.

The loaded gun belonged to, Mister Ben McDean
a black eyed, bearded man, oozing whiskey, dirt and death,
McDean, was the beast.
The deadly hand belonged to, Miss Alley Cunningham
a long blond haired lady, oozing, splendor, youth and life,
Miss Alley was the beauty.

Chorus:
In the hands of equals, one will always beat the rest,
cause it only takes one bullet too beat a - Royal Straight Flush.

Miss Alley wet her lips leaned across and pushed all in
a bulging chest and big blue eyes hit him like a train
The beauty’s final bet.
While all his senses feasted on, perfume and good looks,
Alley grabbed the wildcard out of McDeans’s hand
The beast met his faith.

Chorus:
In the hands of equals, one will always beat the rest,
cause it only takes one beauty, to distract a dozen beasts.

Chorus:
In the hands of equals, one will always beat the rest,
cause it only takes one beauty, to distract a dozen beasts.

Searchin' The Dark

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Whether the answer is good, depends on if the question is right.
Cause while answers reveal your knowledge, questions will show if you’re wise.
Don’t let the fear of getting it wrong, keep you from getting it right.
Cuz if you never ask the question, the answers will remain in disguise.
If you think you will, you will - but if you think you wont you’re right.
They won’t know you’re wrong when you’re wrong, but you wont ever get to be right.

Chorus:
If you want to find your star, your chances will increase,
If you do your searching in the dark.
But darkness can’t be searched, when flooded by the light,
from those who think they already see.

If you learn from the mistakes of others, you’ll only learn what they should have known So do your self a favor, and make plenty of mistakes of your own.
If you never change your opinion, your thoughts might be astray,
searchin’ for tomorrow’s knowledge, with the wisdom of yesterday.
If you think you will, you will - but if you think you wont you’re right.
To get answers that are useful, ask the questions that will excite.

Chorus:
If you want to find your star, your chances will increase,
If you do your searching in the dark.
But darkness can’t be searched, when flooded by the light
from those who think they already see.

Hotel Remiss

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Bathing in sunshine but thinkin’bout rain,
in the city of confusion, on the victory train,
I exited the subway on the station of doubt,
and walked into a city I wish I stayed out.

A town full of strangers, passing time without thought,
had all of its citizens very distraught.
Cuz they had found out that fortune and fame,
and feelings of happiness were not the same.

Success is destination, while the journey is joy,
so when my journey ended I tried to enjoy,
time in the land of falsified bliss,
attending all the seminars at Hotel Remiss.

Demons disguised as partners and friends,
made sure all my means meat all of their ends.
They took me for everything that I had,
but that was not the circumstance that made me sad.

The train had jumped stations on its one-way track,
passing parts of life I’ll never get back.
I’m bitter cause I cannot make amends,
for riding that train past family and real friends.

What I lost simply can’t be found,
cause while building the foundation, I lost the ground,
On which my wife’s love once was built,
so now my heart is empty, and my mind is filled with guilt.

My children turned adults while my head was turned,
a class well taught, a lesson hard learned.
Success is an illusion cuz people are bought,
to think we are successful, even when we’re not.

Craving built my fortune, ambition my fame,
I’m the one at fault, I’m the one to blame.
And that is why I’m swimming in the dark abyss,
in the city of confusion at Hotel Remiss.

Half way to heaven, all the way to hell

Written By: Mark Scheibert

Stepping of my hog to rest, guided by the moon,
In the outskirts of Mohave, that sparkling night in June
Something made my blood curl, and rush into my brain,
I turned and saw a goddess, who’s beauty was insane.

Eyes like sparkling emeralds and chestnut colored skin,
hair as dark as raven’s wings, her neck was long and thin.
Her legs shot out of desert dirt, like lighting bolts from Hell,
collided four feet of the ground, to form a heavy swell.

Solo…………….

She moved across the sandy floor together with the winds
Nipples shooting from her blouse, like two deadly sins.
I offered her some water, wanting nothing in return,
but what I actually got was, an everlasting burn.

As water sizzled down her chin and fell onto her breast,
our lips and tongues exploded, and set fire to my chest.
I’m not much for bragen’ but she must have felt it too,
cuz she wrapped her legs around me, and stuck to me like glue.

Solo……………..

Sweat and moans from red hot sex, earthquaked through the night
While scorpions and serpents fled, the clash of black and white,
Over who she was and what we did, I will never dwell,
Took her half way to Heaven, she took me all the way to Hell.

Forever branded by her eyes, and throbbing red hot lips,
thinking back I still can feel, the rhythm of her hips.
Got her soul and she got mine, but man I know too well,
Took her half way to Heaven, she took me all the way to Hell.

Got her soul and she got mine, but man I know too well,
Took her half way to Heaven, she took me all the way to Hell.

Nightmare Supreme

Written By: Mark Scheibert

I take it to extremes, when I show myself in dreams,
and push your mind past the insane.
You shiver and you shake, but I wont let you awake,
cuz I feed on your horror and your pain.
I come each night to find, the Hyde side of your mind,
and show you every rotten, reeking creep.
Till you feel the boiling gore, from demons as they roar,
unable to escape your ghastly sleep.

Chorus:
I’m the bogyman’s wet dream,
director of your dream,
conductor of Nightmare Supreme.

I compose and write the theme, I organize your dream,
I’m commander of all the living dead.
I tear your thoughts to bits, and scare you from your wits,
as helpless terror boils inside your head.
I’m a hazard, I’m a threat, as you roll around in sweat,
your soul filling up with hissing steam.
From images of death, and rotten corpses breath,
your teeth grinding from your silent scream.

Chorus:
I’m the bogyman’s wet dream,
director of your dream,
conductor of Nightmare Supreme.

Your eyes are puss filled holes, from flaming, smoking coals,
spewing everlasting hellfire and fumes.
Your mouth is locked with stitches, as evil, stinking bitches,
stab you with their burning stakes and brooms.
The stench is real and fresh, as zombies eat your flesh,
not a living soul around to hear your squeal.
You’ll never find salvation, from eternal damnation
and the evil ways of Nightmare Supreme.

Chorus:
I’m the bogyman’s wet dream,
director of your dream,
conductor of Nightmare Supreme.

Nightmare Supreme

Written By: Mark Scheibert

I take it to extremes, when I show myself in dreams,
and push your mind past the insane.
You shiver and you shake, but I wont let you awake,
cuz I feed on your horror and your pain.
I come each night to find, the Hyde side of your mind,
and show you every rotten, reeking creep.
Till you feel the boiling gore, from demons as they roar,
unable to escape your ghastly sleep.

Chorus:
I’m the bogyman’s wet dream,
director of your dream,
conductor of Nightmare Supreme.

I compose and write the theme, I organize your dream,
I’m commander of all the living dead.
I tear your thoughts to bits, and scare you from your wits,
as helpless terror boils inside your head.
I’m a hazard, I’m a threat, as you roll around in sweat,
your soul filling up with hissing steam.
From images of death, and rotten corpses breath,
your teeth grinding from your silent scream.

Chorus:
I’m the bogyman’s wet dream,
director of your dream,
conductor of Nightmare Supreme.

Your eyes are puss filled holes, from flaming, smoking coals,
spewing everlasting hellfire and fumes.
Your mouth is locked with stitches, as evil, stinking bitches,
stab you with their burning stakes and brooms.
The stench is real and fresh, as zombies eat your flesh,
not a living soul around to hear your squeal.
You’ll never find salvation, from eternal damnation
and the evil ways of Nightmare Supreme.

Chorus:
I’m the bogyman’s wet dream,
director of your dream,
conductor of Nightmare Supreme.

My Buddy Jack

Written By: Mark Scheibert

I have a best buddy, his name is simply Jack, and I’ve known him for quite a bit of time.
He really makes me happy, but he also makes me see, the world from other angles than just one.
We are the best of partners, together in a war, coping with the twists and turns of life.
He warms more than a woman, and puts my mind at ease, when Uncle Sam is shitting on my life.

Chorus:
I drink with both my arms, until I got no legs, and that gives me an extra point of view
I’m six foot four at nine, and four foot six at three, and that’s why I see things the way I see.

My words seem more intelligent, when influenced by Jack, and flow so much easier off my tongue.
I feel cool and sophisticated, confident and smart, and all the girls we meet are pretty too.
My feet are more relaxed, so I can almost dance, when he is with me out there on the floor.
Picking up a woman is a so much simpler task, when I am in the company of Jack.

Chorus:
I drink with both my arms, until I got no legs, and that gives me an extra point of view
I’m six foot four at nine, and four foot six at three, and that’s why I see things the way I see.

But there is a little hitch, cause for every shot of Jack, I seem to loose about a quarter inch.
So the threesome never works between Jack and me and her, and I always end up, finishing alone.
So, if it weren’t for my buddy, a bunch of little me’s, would be searchin’ for a tall and handsome dad
And a lot of angry women would be waiting home alone for a man crawling home on his knees

Chorus:
I drink with both my arms, until I got no legs, and that gives me an extra point of view
I’m six foot four at nine, and four foot six at three, and that’s why I see things the way I see.
Yeah, that’s why I see things the way I see.

The Giant Leap

Written By: Mark Scheibert

I remember how safe I felt in daddy’s lap.
With short pants, freckles and a band-aids on my kneecap.
Back in the time when a home smelt of mom,
and daddy could fit my head in his palm.
I remember the day I left daddy’s knee.
Out into the world to concur and see,
That jump from his lap was scary and steep,
for him not far, but for me a giant leap.

Chorus:
The road ahead would soon lead to my park,
even when at times it was long and dark.
And whenever I wandered astray,
he was there to help me find my way.

Bridge:
After a day of hammering nails,
he’d always tuck me in, read me fairy tales,
He thought me how to walk and ride my bike,
work for a living and fish for pike.

Thanks to him I found my place here on earth.
But, now you are the man with the wife giving birth.
So remember to keep your lap safe and deep,
to cushion that fall from the giant leap.

Chorus:
The road ahead would soon lead to his park,
even when at times it is long and dark.
And whenever he wanders astray,
you’ll be there to help him find his way.

A daddy’s lap is for a child to out grow,
even if you never quite can let go.
So when the day comes to see him on his way,
never forget to smile as you say.

Chorus:
The road ahead will soon lead to your park,
even when at times it is long and dark.
And if you ever should wander astray,
I’ll be there to help you find your way.
And if you ever should wander astray,
I’ll be there to help you find your way.

Discography

Scheibee & Foosen's debut album 2008: "News For You." Has of December, 2009 received airplay on 62 different stations in 18, different countries. All the tracks have been played on European radio.

Set List

Scheibee & Foosen are backed by the Norwegian rockband, Yankee. Base, guitar and drums. A typical set lasts 45 minutes and they usually play three sets a gig. A typical set will consist of tunes from their debut album, mixed up with classical rock from the 70s and 80s, in addition to contemporary country. To list these are impossible as they choose from a list of 250 songs.