We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Balance a Checkbook

by Satanic Puppeteer Orchestra

supported by
/
1.
The initial results, from my experiment: Perception is reality, And I enjoy being affluent. It isn't counterfeit cash, It's placebo currency. Studying the effects, of what money can do for me. Gonna start making dollars, Gonna stop making cents. You should really cool it, With your talk of forgery. Imitation's the most, Sincere form of flattery. It isn't counterfeit cash, It's placebo currency. Studying the effects, of what money can do for me. Gonna start making dollars, Gonna stop making cents. Cha cha cha, Cha cha ching. Gonna start making dollars, Gonna stop making cents.
2.
Don't wanna dwell on, Socioeconomic disparity. Don't wanna dwell on, Intergenerational income mobility. Don't wanna dwell on, Capital gains taxation. Don't wanna dwell on, Economic stratification. Don't wanna dwell on, Sarbanes–Oxley violations. Don't wanna dwell on, Corporate tax evasions. Don't wanna dwell on, On a lack of a living wage. Don't wanna dwell on, On all this pent up rage. Let's just dance, Let loose and have some fun. Tomorrow we'll fight, The financial institutions. Don't wanna dwell on, These unfair profiteers. Don't wanna dwell on, Where we go from here. Let's just dance, Let loose and have some fun. Tomorrow we'll fight, The financial institutions.
3.
When at restaurants, Or the grocery store, As I sign the receipt, They look on in horror. Learned to write my name, Only three years old, Couple backwards letters, Was a thing to behold. For some reason it stuck, It's too late to change, And all these years later, It looks kinda strange. It's my legal signature, oh no. It's my legal signature, I wish it wasn't though. On my driver’s license, and the deed to my house. My marriage certificate, Got groans from my spouse. Applying for loans, They think I'm a joke, Because my signature Isn't baroque. It's my legal signature, oh no. It's my legal signature, I wish it wasn't though. If the point's to confirm, My identity, Take some DNA, I swear I am me. It's not funny to send, deliveries, that require me, to sign something. It's my legal signature.
4.
I may be worth ten digits, But who really cares, When your foyer escalator, Is in need of repair? I barely have any, Liquid assets, Money's so tight, Bought a used private jet. Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe is me. I'm the Poorest Billionaire. Always clipping coupons, For a new Rolex, Have sixty bedrooms, But it's still a duplex. Barely scraping by, Hate to be my heir, If I spend any more, I'll be a millionaire. Woe, woe, woe, woe, woe is me. I'm the Poorest Billionaire.
5.
Haircuts, ascots, A daily dozen donuts, Sunglasses, frisbee classes, Bathtub molasses, Cotton candy, dog shampoo, A tanker truck of Elmer's glue, I've got receipts, Complete spreadsheets, For my itemized tax deductions. Whoa oh, my itemized tax deductions. French tiles, Venetian doors, Popcorn ceilings, butter floors, Ketchup-flavored mustard in jars, Tulips planted inside my car, Pet fur curlers, a bedazzled chainsaw, Trap door hinges, a concrete straw. I've got receipts, Complete spreadsheets, For my itemized tax deductions. Whoa oh, my itemized tax deductions.
6.
I've got a plan, to make us rich. it'll take patience, and compound interest. Whoa oh oh, It's the Thousand-Year Heist. it's so simple, we can't get caught. But I should mention, a small caveat. Whoa oh oh, It's the Thousand-Year Heist. Code name: Methuselah. We open an account, Deposit some money, Then just wait it out. Whoa oh oh, It's the Thousand-Year Heist. Hope to outpace inflation, And society still exists. Just like any hold up, There are a couple of risks. Whoa oh oh, It's the Thousand-Year Heist.
7.
Armored Car 01:20
Roll up to the bank, in a Toyota Tercel. Underneath it's a tank, But no one can tell. Bulletproof glass, Doors a foot thick, The rust on the hood, is just part of the trick. Normal-looking, Armored Car.
8.
It was a stormy night, In a parking lot, Between the AMC, And the Game Stop. Walking out with, A copy of Monopoly, Got knocked to the ground, My life flashed before me. I feel an invisible hand, That's strangling me. My assailant sauntered off, Easy and care free, Turned left behind the hedge, And continued their crime spree. Know the system's rigged, No way you can compete, If you make a bet, A bet against Wall Street. I feel an invisible hand, That's strangling me.

about

If we’ve learned anything about the intersection of money and art from 2021, it’s that our robot overlords are full of surprises.

With NFTs and cryptocurrency values aimed at the moon, it should come as no surprise that Satanic Puppeteer Orchestra (SPO) has created a financial record.

“Balance a Checkbook” is that physical vinyl record.

The brain of the operation, the band’s singing robot SPO-20, solely carries this album only gaining vocal support from humans—golden-voiced ladies from the sound of it—on the final track. You might be saying to yourself, “Wait, what? A robot is the...lead singer? That sounds as phony as a $3 bill.” I assure you, there are no counterfeits here.

Being contrary is SPO’s game, delivering absurdity as artistry. Retro with modern. Wholesome to the point of subversion. Amazingly, what is being achieved is actually two sides of the same coin.

That intersection of contradiction brings a certain kind of magic that the world doesn’t see nearly enough.

And, while everyone else is out there minting digital NFTs, the good Professor B. Miller (the group’s human/mad scientist) is turning out actual tangible cashola. Enclosed you will find two coins that pull a line from the first track “Placebo Currency,” which read: “Stop Making Cents.” The stack of greenbacks, either “dollarydoos” or “smackeroonies,” are actually lavender-hued. Legal tender, none of it. This money is tight, if you catch my drift.

Again, SPO is zigging when the rest of the world is zagging. Starting to make sense, isn’t it?

Heads and tails. That’s what SPO does best. At all costs, cough up some cabbage and pick up this album. You can bet your bottom dollar that it’s worth it.

Rusty Blazenhoff
Professional Free Spirit

credits

released October 29, 2021

with Marie Haddad (vocals) on "The Invisible Hand"

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Satanic Puppeteer Orchestra San Diego, California

Absurd satire? Experimental performance art? A glimpse in to our robotic future? A novelty act gone too far? Comedy gold? Yes. Join mad scientist Professor B. Miller and singing robot SPO-20 as they take you on an infectious musical odyssey. Their brand of quirky electronic rock songs is like no other. ... more

contact / help

Contact Satanic Puppeteer Orchestra

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like Satanic Puppeteer Orchestra, you may also like: