The original lineup of the band were songwriter Eddie Bengtsson (formerly a founding member of Page), Finn Albertsson, and vocalist Alexander Hofman. Over time the members of the band have shifted: Johan Billing was a member of the band for several years during the 90s, but with the release of S.P.O.C.K in 1999 the band's line-up changed to the current one with Alexander Hofman (the band's only remaining founding member), Johan Malmgren (former member of Elegant Machinery and Aaron Sutcliffe) and Christer Hermodsson. During the summer of 2010 Christer Hermodsson decided to focus more on his own project Biomekkanik. Alexander then called in his old friend Valdi Solemo who since then has played with S.P.O.C.K
In 1988 Eddie Bengtsson wrote a handful of songs to be performed at Finn Albertsson's next birthday party, with Alexander Hofman performing vocals; the three men dubbed the band Mr. Spock (named for Mr. Spock of the Star Trek franchise). After the performance at Albertsson's birthday celebration, the band continued for several months to play at house parties, and soon managed to secure some event bookings. In 1989 the band members contacted Paramount Pictures for permission to use the name "Mr. Spock." When Paramount demanded compensation for the privilege, the band renamed themselves Star Pilot on Channel K, abbreviated S.P.O.C.K.
S.P.O.C.K's commercial success began in 1990 when the Swedish record label Accelerating Blue Fish published Silicon Dream as a limited-edition single.
On stage the band members adopted sci-fi-esque personae, with Eddie Bengtsson as "Eddie B. Kirk", Alexander Hofman as "Android", and Finn Albertsson as "Cybernoid".
Together with such bands as Page, Elegant Machinery, Sista Mannen På Jorden and Kiethevez, S.P.O.C.K helped to define the sound of the Swedish synthpop movement.
Representative songs include Never Trust a Klingon, In Space No One Can Hear You Scream, Mr. Spock's Brain, and Astrogirl.
Mr. Jones
S.P.O.C.K Lyrics
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I'm gon' chill baby, and get my head bad, put a little ice in my cup, with a shot of
Hennessy, yes sir, why you big mad, I'm gon' chill baby, and put a little ice in my cup
We gon' chill and make up
It don't make no sense no more, why you still mad, and don't go to sleep angry, that's what
The bible said, and I know you can't forgive me baby, but you looking real, real sexy lady
I got a cup of white Hennessy, from last year's cruise, pull off that top shelf
You know the one that make you act, you know the one that make you act real freaky, all
Night, you know, I'm gon' chill baby, and get my head bad, put a little ice in my cup
With a shot of Hennessy, yes sir, why you big mad, I'm gon' chill baby, and put a little
Ice in my cup, we gon' chill and make up, it don't make no sense no more, if you want to
You can go, I'm gon' sit right back, and get my head bad, you ain't going nowhere, I got
That crown up in my cup, and tonight I'm gon' get real drunk, I ain't worried bout you, I'm
Gon' get my head bad, I know we fight sometimes, and I know I get out of line, I'm gon' sit
Right back, I'm gon' get my head bad, I slow it down Mr. Willy, why you mad at me baby
why you mad, so you know what I'm bout to do, yes sir, but where would I be without my
Sugar pie honey bunch, I stroke you right I will, I don't need no blue pill, baby stop being angry
Yeah Lord, I'm gon' chill baby, and get my head bad, put a little ice in my cup
With a shot of Hennessy, yes sir, why you big mad, I'm gon' chill baby, and put a little ice in my
Cup, we gon' chill and make up, I'm ready for some loving, from my baby, don't fight the feeling
Put your attitude down, baby, I just wanna make good love, you know I do
I'm gon' apologize, for making you frown, but right now sweet lady, I wanna lay it down
I wanna kiss you up, lick you down down, I got a meeting in the bedroom, and it's going down
Meet me, I'm gon' chill baby, and get my head bad, put a little ice in my cup
with a shot of Hennessy, yes sir, why you big mad, I'm gon' chill baby, and put a little ice
In my cup, we gon' chill and make up, I'm gon' chill baby, and get my head bad
Put a little ice in my cup, with a shot of Hennessy, yes sir, why you big mad, I'm gon
Chill baby, and put a little ice in my cup, we gon' chill and make up
The lyrics of S.P.O.C.K's song "Mr. Jones" describe a sophisticated night ball at Mrs. Jones' house. With "long robes," "whispered speeches," "cold and hot canapés," "champagne and ice in the patio," and "a thousand candles and dinners," the scene is portrayed as scrupulously organized and meticulously executed. Despite the glamour and the elegance, the mood is tense, and there is a discrete disaffection in the gestures of the attendees. Mrs. Jones' party is exclusive and carefully guarded, with "everything locked up." However, things change during dessert time, and the attendees' masks start to drop, revealing friendly or unfriendly gestures.
The song serves as a commentary on superficiality, social etiquette, and the pretenses of the upper class. Despite the luxurious environment, the attendees' gestures are marked by indifference, disaffection, and, at times, hostility. The lyrics portray the night as an example of how appearances can be deceiving and how social customs often constrain genuine human interaction.
Line by Line Meaning
Bal de nuit chez Mrs Jones
A night party at Mrs. Jones' place
Longues robes, discours feutrés
Guests wear long robes and whisper quietly
Canapés froids, canapés chauds
Guests are served cold and hot canapes
Champagne et glace dans le patio
Champagne and ice are served in the patio
Tout est nickel, bien aligné
Everything is perfectly arranged
Regard glacial, mains de velours
Cold, emotionless stares with soft, smooth hands
Gestes discrets en désamour
Subtle gestures of lack of love towards each other
Mille chandelles, maître d'hôtel
A thousand candles and a host
Mille diners, sans sourciller
A thousand dinners served without a blink
Mille mercis, maître d'hôtel
A thousand thank yous to the host
Mille au revoir, justes oubliés
A thousand goodbyes, soon to be forgotten
Confidentiel, tout verrouiller
Everything is kept confidential and locked away
Temps des desserts, saveurs amères
Time for desserts, with bittersweet flavors
Temps du café, accords trouvés
Time for coffee, agreements made
Belles dames, juste à côté
Beautiful ladies seated nearby
Un pur hasard, sans crier gare
A pure coincidence, without warning
Un peu d'émoi, justes approchées
A bit of excitement, cautiously approached
Mille chandelles, maître d'hôtel
A thousand candles and a host
Mille diners, sans déroger
A thousand dinners served without exceptions
Mille mercis maître d'hôtel
A thousand thank yous to the host
Mille au revoir, justes effacés
A thousand goodbyes, simply forgotten
Longues robes, discours masqués
Long robes hiding masked conversations
Canapés rouges, canapés bleus
Red and blue canapes served
Gestes amicaux ou désaveux
Friendly or rejecting gestures
Tout est nickel, c'est terminé
Everything is perfect, it's over
Mains de velours, un petit tour
Soft hands take a quick turn
Clap de fin, et tout s'éteint
The end is here, and everything fades away
Bal de nuit chez Mrs Jones...
A night party at Mrs. Jones' place
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Chad Jones, Patrick Rodriguez
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