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Fog Beneath Your Feet

On the Batshit Side
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]
[piano]

More than a bit on the batshit side
That's what they said about her
A dark streak she could not hide
But she could sing like death itself

The woman sang the blues
She could bring you down to hell
She could make you believe it all
and could always cast a spell

I met her at a session
I was cleaning up the room
I was playing air guitar
All I had was a broom

[piano]

She walked in like a queen
I tried to run and hide
But I was not quick enough
And she called me to her side

I thought that I had had it
That I had lost my job again
But she asked if I would sing
A song about her pain

[piano]

What else could I do
I grabbed my broom and I pretended
She took it away from me
I thought our chat had ended

She said to come and see her
Wrote down her number on my hand
She worked with me for years
She helped me join the band

[bridge]

I will not ever forget her
Or what I was when I met her
As I stand here by her grave
All I am is what she made

[piano]

[clear singing]
More than a bit on the batshit side
That's what they said about her
A dark streak she could not hide
But she could sing like death itself

[clear singing]
I will not ever forget her
Or the way that I had met her
As I stand here by her grave
All I have is what she gave

[piano]

[outro]

On the Batshit Side (B)

We Play Our Way
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

We are running, running, running
We move fast, our engines humming
We are growing, growing, growing
We are big, and it is showing

We are taking, taking, taking
We need more, things need making
Talking faster, faster, faster
Never thinking 'bout disaster

[bridge]

We have one life, we gotta live it
If there's trouble, we gotta give it
We don't care, who was there
We're there now, might not be fair

[instrumental]

We come flying, from up there
We are above them, in the air
We got guns, we got iphones
We are tough, with big cojones

We will save them, from themselves
We will teach them, the true faith
They will help us take their wealth
We will put them in their place

We will take their riches home
They can't come it's all our own
Our land is just for us
They must stay, back of the bus

[instrumental]

We are Americans, we are the best
We always win, we won the West
We wear shorts, and fanny packs
There is nothing, that we lack

We are Americans, we are the best
We are bigger than the rest
We are taller, and much wider
We are nice, just like a spider

We are Americans, we are the best
What can I say, we came to play
If we can't win the local games
We change the rules, and play our way

We play our way
We play our way

!USA !USA !USA
!USA !USA !USA

[instrumental]

We Are Americans (A soul)

Be Patient
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

We are a silly stupid people
We believe all our own lies
We tell ourselves that we're ok
While each day more children die

We are cowardly and lazy
We don't act at any cost
Our reactions surely crazy
We look like we are lost

We are a greedy nasty lot
We want all that we ain't got
We don't care how we get it
About the victims we forgot

[bridge]

But big changes coming soon
We can't all go to the moon
No more water no more food
No one standing where you stood

Just be patient, wait a bit
Watch TV, take one more hit
Just lay cozy in your bed
No one knows when they are dead

[instrumental]

But big changes coming soon
We can't all go to the moon
No more water no more food
No one standing where you stood

Just be patient, wait a bit
Watch TV, take one more hit
Just lay cozy in your bed
No one knows when they are dead

[instrumental]

[outro]



Be Patient

[Verse 1]
You left your coat on the chair
Keys still hang, but you're not there
Your name's still in my phone
But I don’t pick up when I'm alone

You were smoke in my chest
Now you're just a little less
I used to wait for your sound
Now I don't look around

[Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in my bed, not at my door
Not in the cracks of the kitchen floor
You don’t live here anymore
No more steps on the second stair
No more shirt that you used to wear
No more waiting like before
You don’t live here anymore

[Verse 2]
Your cup’s still in the sink
But I don’t stop to think
You were fire in disguise
Now just ashes in my eyes

I don’t rewind your voice
I’ve learned I have a choice
You were thunder in my room
Now I sleep right through

[Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in my bed, not at my door
Not in the dust, not in the drawer
You don’t live here anymore
No more notes on the bathroom glass
No more hoping that you'd come back
I don’t knock like I did before
You don’t live here anymore

[Bridge]
Ooh, I changed the locks
Ooh, I lost the map
Ooh, you were just a ghost
I finally let collapse

[Final Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in the light, not in the war
Not in my dreams like before
You don’t live here anymore
You don’t live here anymore
You don’t live here…

You don't live here anymore

I Love Madonna
(c) J. Murdock McInnes

[intro]

I took Madonna to a movie
we sat alone on the back row
She had other things in mind
and did not care about the show

She wanted to hold hands
But I did not understand
She was a famous movie star, and
I had never gone too far

[bridge]

I had to say Ok
I let her have her way
The lights all went away
And she began to play

I had a hard time keeping still
I felt other people watching
But she had a lot of skill
So I did not need a pill

[instrumental]

I took Madonna to a movie
we sat alone on the back row
She had other things in mind
and did not care about the show

She wanted to hold hands
But I did not understand
She was a famous movie star, and
I had never gone too far

[bridge]

I had to say Ok
I let her have her way
The lights all went away
And she began to play

I had a hard time keeping still
I felt other people watching
But she had a lot of skill
So I did not need a pill

She let me have her picture
She told me I was great
And left with a big laugh
I got her autograph

oooooooooohhhh

I took Madonna to a movie
I let her have her way
I am embarrassed to get up
So here I'll have to stay

Here I'll have to stay

[instrumental]

[outro]

I Love Madonna

Looking for the Zombies
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

I'm am looking for The Zombies
I'm am looking for The Troggs
I'm not looking for a soul
Who's  played The Isle of Dogs

I am not looking for the big guns
The ones who made it rich
I'm not looking for the freaks
Or one more crazy bitch

[bridge]

When I think about The Zombies
whatever time whatever season
I have to hear she's not there
i tell her no, because I care

[instrumental] 

When my mind is filled with Troggs
Wild things come to the front
any way you want me,
a girl like you is what I want

If Kinks is what you like
I can play with with them all day
and all of the night, and on a sunny afternoon
till Lola comes to stay

[bridge]

Lola breaks the bank
and Wild Thing is in the tank
but i do not need a reason
to choose Time of the Season

The Zombies nailed that one down
I would see them one more time
If Mr Argent's back in town
You know that I am down

[instrumental]

The Zombies nailed that one down
I would see them one more time
If Mr Argent's back in town
You know that I am down

[instrumental]

[outro]

Looking for The Zombies

„Berlin“ fängt die Nächte einer Stadt ein, die nie zur Ruhe kommt. Doch hinter den Bildern von Asphalt, Regen und Neon liegt eine andere Geschichte – die Erinnerung an jemanden, der in all dem Lärm nicht verschwindet.

“Berlin” captures the nights of a city that never sleeps. Yet beneath the images of asphalt, rain, and neon lies another story – the memory of someone who lingers, even when everything else fades into noise.

Berlin

Der Asphalt dampft, noch warm vom Tag
Ein Taxi stottert, der Beifahrer klagt
Die Ampeln blinken ohne Sinn
Und ich mittendrin
Mittendrin

Berlin
Du alte müde Braut
Dein Kleid ist grau
Dein Herz zu laut

Ein Graffiti flüstert „Bleib noch hier“
Und wie immer träum ich nur von dir

Ein Mädchen schreit ins Telefon
„Wo bleibst du Alter? Ich warte schon!“

Der Mond funkelt silbern und voll
Ein Penner meint: „Ick find dit toll“
Die Sterne schaun runter, auf all den Dreck
Zwei Polizisten sehen weg
Sehen einfach weg

Ein Raver stolpert, lacht und fällt
Und ich denk nur „So is die Welt“

Berlin
Du schräge alte Stadt
Dein Atem kalt
Ich hab dich satt

Ziemlich einsam, morgens um vier
Und immer träum ich nur von dir

Die Laterne flackert wie mein Kopf
Ne Katze jagt im Hinterhof
Die Nacht tropft langsam, schwarz und schwer
Und ich will´s nicht mehr
Ich will nicht mehr

Der Club spuckt Menschen aus wie Müll
Die Stadt bleibt durstig, niemals still
Der Regen spült die Farben fort
Mir fehlt dein Lachen
Nur ein Wort…

Berlin
Du abgefuckter Clown
Dein Lachen hohl
Dein Make-up braun

Im Späti noch ein letztes Bier
Und immer träum ich nur von dir

Ein Junge klaut am Tresen ein Mars
Und ich starr in mein Glas
Starr in mein Glas…


Berlin

Résumé de l’album Les Lois de la Nature
Un album libertin en 13 chansons qui retrace, pas à pas, le cheminement de la pensée libre à travers les philosophes, les salons secrets, la critique des lois, la célébration des plaisirs, jusqu’à l’hymne final à la nature. De Cyrano à Épicure, de Montaigne aux libres penseurs, chaque chanson dévoile une étape : le doute, la provocation, la sensualité, l’égalité, la révolte contre les dogmes, pour finir dans la lumière d’une liberté universelle. Une fresque moderne, élégante et chaloupée, dans l’esprit des bars feutrés et de l’Art Déco, où la philosophie et le désir s’unissent en musique.

13. Le dernier toast

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.

Be Patient

I and Ai

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