Pick One Thing - Do the Work
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

Pick one thing and do it well
let the rest, go to hell

Don't try to compromise, 
everything will be half-done
You will never get a prize, 
for things done on the run

The fools who look for balance
Who meet everyone half-way
It only means they care for nothing
and do whatever others say

[chorus]
Dig right in
Make it spin
Do the work
Do the work

[instrumental]

If you don't have a thing
there is nothing you can bring
Go back home and look again
It lurks somewhere in your brain

Pick your vision get started
Don't wait to see it all
It will come as you go
Or may never come at all


[chorus]
Dig right in
Make it spin
Do the work
Do the work

[instrumental]

Don't listen to your friends
Or those that care for you
They will always hold you back
They don't see the real you

Pick one thing and do it well
let the rest, go to hell


[chorus]
Dig right in
Make it spin
Do the work
Do the work


[chorus]
Dig right in
Make it spin
Do the work
Do the work

Do the work

Do the work

[instrumental]



Pick One Thing (Do the Work)

Sometime Around 3
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


I wish there was a way
I wish I could suggest
A place for you to stay
A place where you could rest

A place to bring your wife
Where your children could stay too
A place to stay forever
We both know the answer's never

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

This world is out of room
Lots of space now on the moon
We can't afford the rent
All our money has been spent

Day by day we have less food
Day by day a little sicker
I think I know a way
To make all this a little quicker

Every night a little closer
Every day I push on through
But next morning around three
It might be the end of me

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[guitar solo]


Next Morning Around 3

Sometime Around 3
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


I wish there was a way
I wish I could suggest
A place for you to stay
A place where you could rest

A place to bring your wife
Where your children could stay too
A place to stay forever
We both know the answer's never

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

This world is out of room
Lots of space now on the moon
We can't afford the rent
All our money has been spent

Day by day we have less food
Day by day a little sicker
I think I know a way
To make all this a little quicker

Every night a little closer
Every day I push on through
But next morning around three
It might be the end of me

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[outro]

Every night a little closer
Every day I push on through
But next morning around three
It might be the end of me

[guitar solo]


Take Off the Uniform
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

If I stand in front of you
Can you pull the trigger
How does it make you feel
Is your courage a bit bigger

If you shoot into a crowd
and a child cries out loud
If his mother rushes you
Will you also shoot her too

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

You are a coward and a traitor
You are serving a tin god
Take off the uniform
You should never have it on

You are following orders
You are just doing your job
That is what cowards say
They think they'll get away

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Tell them you can't do it
Tell them you resign
Take you lumps and walk away
Come over to our side

Does what you're doing make you proud
Can you talk about it out loud
You will never have a friend
Best put a bullet in your brain

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Just wait a little longer
You will stand before a jury
They are not going to forget
The ones they had to bury

Remember Nuremberg, remember Abu Ghraib
You can't do what they say
You are a psycho just like them
And for this you'll have to pay

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Tell them you can't do it
Come over to our side

Come over to our side
Come over to our side
Come over to our side

Take Off the Uniform

Wait Till Three
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

What can I do, about nothing at all
What can I do, while I, sit on the wall
My world is divided, I remain undecided
I sit here in silence and wait for the fall

So much I could do, but I can't find my shoe
I have one on my left foot, the right one is gone
I look at the floor, can't get to the door
Then I stop, to answer the phone

It was no one I knew, 
I don't know why they called
They asked for somebody, I just said "who?"
They hung up, 
that is all

[instrumental]

So what was I doing? Looking for my shoe
I don't care anymore, I am tired and bored
I could watch TV, nothing I care to see
I'll lay down, skip lunch, and get up at three

What can I do, about nothing at all
What can I do, while I, sit on the wall
My world is divided, I remain undecided
I sit here in silence and wait for the fall


sit here in silence and wait for the fall

[outro]

Wait Till Three

Wait Till Three (happy)

Wait Till Three
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

What can I do, about nothing at all
What can I do, while I, sit on the wall
My world is divided, I remain undecided
I sit here in silence and wait for the fall

So much I could do, but I can't find my shoe
I have one on my left foot, the right one is gone
I look at the floor, can't get to the door
Then I stop, to answer the phone

It was no one I knew, 
I don't know why they called
They asked for somebody, I just said "who?"
They hung up, 
that is all

[instrumental]

So what was I doing? Looking for my shoe
I don't care anymore, I am tired and bored
I could watch TV, nothing I care to see
I'll lay down, skip lunch, and get up at three

What can I do, about nothing at all
What can I do, while I, sit on the wall
My world is divided, I remain undecided
I sit here in silence and wait for the fall

I was waiting for you,
I was hoping you'd call
What I heard was not you, I don't care who it was
They hung up,
That is all

sit here in silence and wait for the fall

[outro]

Wait Till Three (the ballad)

The End of the Race
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

We have come, to a sad place
Where no one can share a hope
and no one can raise their face
Each one barely copes

We go to work and go to sleep
So many promises to keep
Our children look at us
and their eyes 
and their eyes
their eyes they see too deep

People struggle to keep up
Some are holding out a cup
Some a laying on the steps
No longer able to get up

We were all consumed by greed
Wanted more than all our needs
While we fought for the last piece
We all died from the disease

All our dreams have now grown old
Hot days are turning cold
All the lies are now the same
All the truth is told in vain

[instrumental]

We go to work and go to sleep
So many promises to keep
Our children look at us
and their eyes 
and their eyes
their eyes they see too deep

People struggle to keep up
Some are holding out a cup
Some a laying on the steps
No longer able to get up

All our dreams have now grown old
Hot days are turning cold
All the lies are now the same
All the truth is told in vain

[instrumental]

We were all consumed by greed
Wanted more than all our needs
While we fought for the last piece
We all died from the disease

We have come, to a sad place
Where no one can raise their face
and no one can share a hope
Each one can barely cope

The End of the Race (B side)

Don't Think Twice
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


There are monsters on the streets
You don't know who you will meet
You cannot afford a smile
You may have to run for miles

Black masks will track you down
They will run you to the ground
You can't hope to get away
And you never will be found

-- / --

No choice but stand quite still
The time has come, 
to stand your ground
It's time to chamber one more round
Barely move, 
don't make a sound
Don't think twice 
and put them down

[instrumental]

Barely move, 
don't make a sound
Don't think twice 
and put them down

Don't think twice and put them down

and put them down
and put them down

Don't Think Twice

Autumn in the Springtime
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[piano intro]

When you left, the seasons changed
My whole world was rearranged
No more sun, the air is chill
The night is standing still

When you left, autumn in your place
Brown and red is all there is
Green and gold will skip a beat
All new life is on retreat



I see it on my face
My eyes stare back at me
The love that used to shine
Gray, now takes it's place

[pre-chorus]
I cannot move, into the summer
I find myself, trapped in the fall
No bright colors, no warm nights
No happiness at all

[chorus]
Autumn in the springtime
and summer never more
things are so much colder
never like they were before

Autumn in the springtime
and summer never more
things are so much colder
never like they were before

[01:56][instrumental][02:30]

Autumn in the springtime
and summer never more
things are so much colder
never like they were before

Autumn in the springtime
and summer never more
things are so much colder
never like they were before

[03:30]

Autumn in the Springtime (B side)

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.

Autumn in the Springtime (B side)

I and Ai

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