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Dorcci - PILE | Official Audio

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"PILE" Lyrics:
پروانه پر زد از پیله رفت
منم دارم میشم baby پیرمرد
شبام دارن میشن خیلی تیره تر آ
شبام دارن میشن خیلی تیره تر
منتظرم ببینمت یکم دیگه باز
 نمیتونم وا کنم این دستبندا رو 
نمیتونم جایی برم رسما باز 
افتادم یه گوشه ام تک تنها
بارون زده خیس شده رولم مهم نیست
گلم پیشم نی اینه که مهمه کی
درک میکرده تورو جز من آ
رفتی موندم الان تک و تنها 
دست بر نمیدارن رعد و برقا
بارون میگه نمیزارم دورچی تنهات
برو اصلا برو هرجا میخوای برو الان
منم ادامه میدم خب رامو بهر حال
بهرحال بهرحال بهرحال بهرحال
ادامه میدم من راهمم تنها بهرحال 
بهرحال بهرحال بهرحال 
دارم میرم از حال از حال
نمیکنم کاری بدون تو نه
انقدر دارم میرم راهمو من کج
که کج افتادم همش یه گوشه
خوب میرسه همش به گوشت
بگو Shit !
به این روزایی که گذشت فقط بگو Shit !
میگن این دیوونه عوض نمیشه
میگم اونکه بودش تا الان پیشت
دیگه رفت توام برو هی ششه
خورد کن من نمیکشم برو هی دود کن
که چیزی عوض نمیشه
دورچی رفت واسه همیشه
ولی من میرم
آره میرم خب به کیرم هرچی که دیدم
پروانه پر زد از پیله رفت
منم دارم میشم baby پیرمرد
شبام دارن میشن خیلی تیره تر آه
شبام دارن میشن خیلی تیره تر
منتظرم ببینمت یکم دیگه
باز نمیتونم بکنم این دستبندا رو
نمیتونم جایی برم رسما باز
افتادم یه گوشه ام تک تنها

PILE

Man2

Mary (b-sides)

Heart

BOYNEXTDOOR - I Don't Think That I Like Her (by.Charlie Puth).mp3

Sunshine

Twenty

한태산 - 21

BOYNEXTDOOR (보이넥스트도어) ‘Last Christmas’ (원곡 : Wham!) Holiday Special Clip

And Some Go Splat
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

Some go whizzing by, and some go splat
Some go whizzing by, and some go splat
They just go splat, 
That's where they're at
They just go splat

Some hang around, they sing to me
Some hang around, they sing to me
They seem some free, 
and what a voice
They hang around and sing to me

They sample me, I have no choice
They sample me, I have no choice
A little bite, a little taste
They sit down, show no haste
A little bite, a little taste
show no haste

[instrumental]

Some go whizzing by, and some go splat
Some go whizzing by, and some go splat
They just go splat, 
That's where they're at
They just go splat

Some think they own my world
Some think they own my world
they pick the time
Do what I'm told
they pick the time, they own my world

Some do it with such grace
Some do it with such grace
they pick the place
Show up on time
They pick the place, I love their face

I love their face

[instrumental]

Some stand on lovely legs
Some stand on lovely legs
These are the ones that never beg
Where do they lay their eggs
These are the ones that never beg
Such lovely legs

Some talk about romance
Some talk about romance
I never have a chance
They lead a lonely dance
I never have a chance

Some go whizzing by, and some go splat
Some go whizzing by, and some go splat
They just go splat, 
That's where they're at
They just go splat

[outro]

Some go whizzing by, and some go splat
Some go whizzing by, and some go splat
They just go splat, 
That's where they're at
They just go splat

They just go splat
That's where they're at
They just go splat

And Some Go Splat

Humans at the Gate
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

There are humans at the gate
They are hungry and afraid
All I feel is hate
They can't come in, they have not paid

There are humans at the gate
The have their children on their backs
They are sick, and cannot wait
They better move on down the track

There are humans at the gate

We don't want no more of them
We have enough, maybe too many
We only let them stay
Because the work for just a penny

There are humans at the gate

[instrumental]

More humans at the gate

More humans we don't need
They will pollute our sacred race
We can't become like them
Don't look them in the face

Don't look into their eyes
You may just start to cry
You can't afford those feelings
You know you'll let them die

More humans we don't need
We know what they are like
They are a lot like us
But belong back of the bus

[instrumental]

There are humans at the gate

More humans we don't need
We know that they will breed
They will marry our children
One thing that we don't need

When out children become human
How can we send them back?
Not a thing that I could do?
Am I a human too?

When out children become human
How can we send them back?
Not a thing that I could do?
Am I a human too?

There are humans at the gate
They are hungry and afraid
All I feel is hate
They can't come in, they have not paid

There are humans at the gate

There are humans at the gate

Humans at the Gate

Hiphopologist x Sinazza - Alan Kojayi 
https://fanlink.tv/DELDADEH-ALANKOJAYI

Music Producer: Ashkan Kagan 
Beat Producer: Thrvshy, 8id, Samanbeats
Project Manager: Arsam
Art Direction: Last Chimney
Publish Manager: Mhsnivx

Label: Belaad

Alan Kojayi

Something Real
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

So what you gonna do
Tell me, tell me something real
Tell me who and tell me when
Say right now, don't say then
You tell me how you feel?

[instrumental]

So what you gonna do
Tell me, tell me something real
Tell me who and tell me when
Say right now, don't say then
You tell me how you feel?

I am hearing what you say
But tell me something real
Tell me something you will do
Don't talk the big ideas
Pick a name, tell me who

Don't bury me in words
Don't quote to me from books
Give me something that will breathe
Don't give me knowing looks
Give me something with some teeth


[instrumental] 

If you want me to join up
If you want to have my help
You gotta show you have a plan
You gotta show you have the means
I have to know that you can

I won't sit around and wait
I won't march around and sing
You have to show you have some hate
You tell me what you have to bring
And I'll be with you at the gates

Bring the tools, pick the place
Tell me how and don't tell me why
Give the name a face
Something has to die
For something new to take its place

[bridge] 

Don't bury me in words
Don't quote to me from books
Give me something that will breathe
Don't give me knowing looks
Give me something with some teeth

Tell me when you gonna start
And tell me when its gonna end
No drawings in the sand
Don't talk about pretend

Bring the tools, pick the place
Tell me how and don't tell me why
Give the name a face
Something has to die
For something new to take its place

[3:16]
[horn solo]

Don't bury me in words
Tell me how and don't tell me why
Give the name a face
Something has to die
For something new to take its place

[outro]
Something has to die
For something new to take its place


[deep drums]

For something new 

to take its place



For something new 

to take its place

[deep drums]

Something Real

I Saw You Running (pop jazz)
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental] 0:17

Well, I saw you running, 
you were trying to hide
Well, I saw you running, 
but you did not get inside

I saw you naked in the yard, 
And it was raining really hard
What were you doing there?
Don't worry baby, 
You know that I don't care

[instrumental] 1:05

Well, I saw you running, 
There was no one coming
Well, I saw you running, 
There was nothing there
Don't worry baby, 
You know that I don't care

Well, I saw you running, 
Well, I saw you running, 

There was no one coming
There was nothing there

Don't worry baby, 
Don't worry baby, 
You know that I don't care

1:56 [instrumental]

I Saw You Running (pop jazz)

Fade Away
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

Marie my dear old friend
don't look away, no don't pretend
Yes, it's me behind these eyes,
it's good to see you in the end.

They say I lost control,
my life did not go well.
My habits took their toll
and I could not break their spell

I am not asking you for money
and you don't need to stay too long
Just sit with me a while
and we will sing that same old song

[instrumental]

It's the one you sang to me
It was your favorite that first day
On that day I could not see
there was no chance that you would stay

Once they told me you were gone
I lost the will to carry on
I left my home, I lost my place
I made sure I left no trace

I walked for years with no hope
and in time forgot the song
Time passed and I grew old
and too tired to go home

[instrumental]

Now look at me, there's not much left
I am smaller every day
My thoughts are slow and very few
I only wish to fade away

[outro]

Now look at me, there's not much left
I am smaller every day
My thoughts are slow and very few
I only wish to fade away

I only wish to fade away

fade away......

[instrumental]

Fade Away (swingy)

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Banana Ballad

The Silence in the Static
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

A signal deep under the ice
and the silence in the static
These are always the same story
To decode them will take magic

I think I hear a sound
Some say you're still around
But it could be only static
You never will be found

The static hides the silence
The noise drowns out my senses
But buried in the spectra
Is only empty silence

Any sound would give me hope
Any sound would be a rope
I would stretch and try to reach it
I would think I hear speech

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

[instrumental]

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

only silence

only silence

[outro]

Claude says:
This is a haunting meditation on loss, hope, and the human tendency to search for meaning in emptiness.
The lyrics explore the paradox of listening for something—or someone—who isn't there. The central metaphor of "silence in the static" is particularly effective: static is noise, yet the speaker recognizes that beneath all that interference lies only absence. This captures how grief and longing can make us strain to detect signals that don't exist.
The opening image of "a signal deep under the ice" evokes something frozen, preserved but unreachable—perhaps memories or the hope of contact with someone lost. The assertion that decoding these signals "will take magic" suggests the speaker knows rationally that what they seek is impossible, yet they continue searching anyway.
There's a psychological authenticity in lines like "Any sound would give me hope / Any sound would be a rope"—the desperation to grasp at anything, even false positives. The repetition of "only silence" at the end drives home the stark reality the speaker must ultimately accept.
The song also touches on how we can become trapped between two states: the noise that "drowns out my senses" and the silence beneath it. Neither offers comfort—one is overwhelming, the other is absence. It's a moving exploration of how difficult it can be to accept that someone is truly gone, and how we might keep "listening" long after there's nothing left to hear.


The Silence in the Static (Chloe)

Long Enough
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

mmm
mmm mmm mmm
mmm mmm
mmm mmm mmm 

Words flow unguarded
The meaning wanders off
Only sounds that seem to flow
With nowhere else to go

With no specific thought
And the days slipping away
I drift and lose all track
With nothing more to say

I no longer care for reason
I throw it all into the mix
I add more to meet a quota
To create sufficient substance
And consume the standard time
To call the words a song
But only 'cause they rhyme

[instrumental]

I think I've said it all
Thoughts seem to repeat
Rearrange the same old words
Lay them down to a new beat

The combinations may seem endless
But the ideas are very few
Like cards in an old game
New hands, faces the same

What I do seems like a game
At a table set for one
To play is my compulsion
Start again when I am done

Now and then, by mere chance
The patterns strike a chord
A brilliant moment in a dance
But to wait, I can't afford

[instrumental]

[outro]


Long Enough (Leni)

A Life Unseen
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]
[instrumental]

[verse]
How can we end like this
How can you walk away
Why don't we just pretend
I can dream and you can stay

It could always be Ok

It could be like yesterday
We could live a life unseen
Hide in places we ain't been
We could dance without a step
Glide across a moonlit scene
On a trapeze without a net
Fall forever, no regrets

[chorus]
Let it never end
Lets share a dream for two
You pretend
and I pretend

[instrumental]

[verse]
This end it isn't real
It is not what I imagined
I thought there would be passion
You would shout and I would cry
And once again at least would try
How can we just let go
This is not the end I know

This end it isn't real
It does not feel like the end
Why don't we just pretend
I can dream and you can stay
It could be like yesterday
We could live a life unseen
Dream those things that could have been
In my mind there's always time
In your mind things could be fine
Why don't we just pretend

[chorus]
Let it never end
Lets share a dream for two
You pretend
and I pretend

[instrumental]

Let it never end
Lets share a dream for two
You pretend
and I pretend

I could pretend
I could pretend

[verse]

[outro]



A Life Unseen (a 1 and a 2 at 3:47)

A Day Spent Alone
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
All day long I spent alone
It does not happen often
A day spent on my own
Without the interruptions
Without the small excuses
I can keep my thoughts in order
and work on one idea
I can string some words together
and try to make things clear
But as the day wears on and on
and nothing great appears
the fear sets in again
I have run out of ideas

[instrumental]

[verse]
But for now I need a reason
I can put the blame on others
If they would just give me some time
I could make all these words rhyme
But when I have the chance
When I get to dance
It is not quite that easy
The answers don't appear
I find reasons to worry
and waste most of the day
I start writing in a hurry
But have nothing more to say

[instrumental]

[verse]
And maybe that's the answer
I have nothing more to say
Maybe I should review
Revisit old ideas
Did I get all of it right
Did I make everything clear
I could make a few revisions
I could release a great new version
And so, lost in the past
I have found a new diversion
But I think my die is cast
I better try to make it last

[instrumental]

[verse]
This one had better last

This one had better last

[outro]

A Day Spent Alone (Leni)

Somewhere Out in Space
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
I still have space for you
and always set a place
I look around in this old house
And always see your face

I cook a little extra
Put extra blankets on the bed
Your lamp comes on at night
At the chair where you read

[instrumental]

The feeling in the evening
That you cannot be too far
So I go out and move my car, and
Leave an empty parking space 

Any moment you'll arrive
Your headlights on the wall
The only reason I survive
and care for life at all

[instrumental]

There's the crunching of the gravel
The clicking of your steps
And the twisting of the boards
As you walk up on the deck

Everything is a reminder
And it all rings so very true
But I don't believe a word
There is no sound
No sound that I just heard

[instrumental]

You will not give me a hug
Or muddy up the rug
No smile, no warm embrace
Not a thing and not a trace

Somewhere in outer space

Somewhere in outer space

[instrumental]

[outro]

Somewhere Out in Space (Buck)

The Quiet Kind of Loneliness
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey
Based on the work of Hasriani

It was another Sunday, 
There was a world outside my window 
Like always, 
was too loud. 
Children screaming, motors roaring, 
the sound of someone’s life 
moving forward,
maybe soaring, 
while my stayed still
The grist trapped in the mill


I made coffee just for me
something warm to hold. 
It didn’t taste like anything. 
Maybe nothing does anymore.
Over time it all grows cold

[instrumental]

My laundry was still hanging
by the door 
from two long days ago. 
I told myself 
I’d fold it later, 
but lately “later” 
has become 
my favorite lie
The clothes stay
wrinkled, quiet, waiting. 
Like me.

The Quiet Kind of Loneliness

OK Computer

Exit Music (For A Film)

Ghasam

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

A Life Unseen (a 1 and a 2 at 3:47)

I and Ai