Culting
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[00:00] [intro]

Are you feeling stupid
Are you feeling like an idiot
Do you remember anything
Did you remember what to bring

We told you when you started
We told you how it was
If you are not prepared
It's because you are an ass

This is the place you wanted
This is the life you asked for
Well now, you should enjoy it
It's the only one you paid for

[00:55] [instrumental]

You now wear funny robes
And a ridiculous hair style
You dance around like chickens
Then bang your head and smile

You stand out in the rain
And walk around for miles
You sing like a baboon
Then bang your head and smile

Yes, you are an idiot
And getting worse with each new day
Take off your underwear
Cut off all of your hair

Come here and lay beside me
I am all that you desire
You will do all that I tell you
You will jump into the fire

[02:08] [instrumental]

If you wanted something else
You should have tried a little harder
But you are so god damned lazy
And you know your thinking's hazy

If you did not have a problem
You would not have signed up
Just the fact that you are here
Proves that you screwed up

You can't go back to mommy
Your daddy cannot save you
You now belong to me
And this is all you'll ever be

From now on you are my toy
You see, you've joined a cult
That is what you did
And this is the result

[03:17] [instrumental]

If you did not have a problem
You would not have signed up
Just the fact that you are here
Proves that you screwed up

You can't go back to mommy
Your daddy cannot save you
You now belong to me
And that is all you'll ever be

From now on you are my toy
You see, you've joined a cult
That is what you did
And this is the result

You see, you've joined a cult
That is what you did
And this is the result

Yes, this is the result

[05:18] [outro]

Culting

I Wanna Big Banana
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

I went to the store
I went to get bananas
They had the little ones
and the great big wanna wannas

wanna wanna wanna
I want a big banana
wanna wanna wanna
A honking big banana

I met a fellow there
He said that he had a banana
He had a big banana
A honking big banana

wanna wanna wanna
I want a big banana
wanna wanna wanna
A honking big banana

I asked him to come home
To come and meet my momma
wanna wanna wanna
Come and meet my momma

My momma said she wanna
And she took my banana
I went back to the store
I want my own banana

wanna wanna wanna
I want a big banana
wanna wanna wanna
A honking big banana

[instrumental]

wanna wanna wanna
I want a big banana
wanna wanna wanna
A honking big banana

You would not believe it
The price of the bananas
I don't know what to do
I need a big banana

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
I need a big banana
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
I need a big banana

I won't tell my momma
I need a big banana
wanna wanna wanna
I want a big banana

wanna wanna wanna
I want a big banana
wanna wanna wanna
A honking big banana

[outro]

I Wanna Big Banana

Her Lovely Fruits
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

I know Marina at the market
I go shopping way too much
I buy one grape at a time
Anything to stand in line

Her jeans don't look like mine
But surely, they look fine
With every step she takes
I think she has stopped time

I wonder at the technology
It don't seem they should hold
I would think all that biology
Would surely break the mold

With every sway along the way
I think the ground has shifted
I follow come what may
I can see that she is gifted

She wasn't meant for packing food
Or frying frozen chickens
Her assets are too good
And I can feel my pulse quicken

[instrumental]

What she does is such a waste
I would think other pursuits
Would make much better use,
Of her lovely fruits

[instrumental]

She wasn't meant for packing food
Or frying frozen chickens
Her assets are too good
And I can feel my pulse quicken

What she does is such a waste
I would think other pursuits
Would make much better use,
Of her lovely fruits

[outro]

Her Lovely Fruits

The Space Between
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

the space between  
the realm of fields  
a vacuum filled  
whose truth won't yield  
with room for nothing  
a place not where  
against our shields  
is always there  
with shape uncertain  
with change unending  
it draws a curtain  
with chaos pending  
our minds not sane  
forever strange  
our logic strained  
beyond our range

[instrumental]

what we don't know
it cannot show
it all lies
with fading glow
forever faster
in curved disaster
deep in the snow
the dust of time
and hope sublime
do not go on
do not go on
stop right now
the limit reached
the truth is breached

[outro]

The Space Between

An Orange Understanding
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

We try to understand
The orange we revile
Comprehension is but fleeting
Our vision is skin deep

We see no purpose in its actions
No consistency of thought
With random fluctuations
And disorganized reactions

All opinions bring dissension
No unanimous decision
We are trapped in apprehension
And fear to approach

[instrumental]

From a distance we observe
An orb upon our world
It questions our existence
Our purpose is unclear

And rolls around its barriers
It patrols the known perimeter
Then recklessly incurs
It throws the map in question

All distances collapse
All points become as one
Criticality is reached
And disaster is in reach

[instrumental]

The orange will continue
Consequences not considered
Perpective is what matters
And the crystal? Well, it shatters

And the crystal? Well, it shatters

And the crystal? Well, it shatters

And the crystal?

And the crystal?

Well, it shatters

[outro]

An Orange Understanding

Misguided Motivation
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

Is it misguided motivation?
Or an uncontrolled reaction
To a world where nothing lasts
With no enduring satisfaction

To a life without a need 
To a life without a purpose 
Where every treasure is diminished
In the end there's only greed

I do not want to be unkind
But compensation comes to mind
Was it a lack of true affection
And no attainable direction

Disappointments in succession 
Leave a mark on all around
You detach into delusion
Helped by others who surround

A lack of recognition
The look of condescension
The attempts to hide the lie
No matter what you try

[instrumental]

I do not want to be unkind
But compensation comes to mind
Was it a lack of true affection
And no attainable direction

[instrumental]

Others have no value
You must succeed at any cost
You must win at the event
No matter what you lost

You never look behind
At the trail of destruction
You believe in only lies
You see jealousy in action

You are your one true god
You believe in your own word
And for a moment you are all
And then
there is the fall

[instrumental]

You are your one true god
You believe in your own word
And for a moment you are all
And then
there is the fall

And then there is the fall

And then there is the fall

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

No matter what you try

[outro]

Misguided Motivation

In Training
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

In my yard I have enough
Each morning a short walk
With time spent just standing still
I grow accustomed to the chill
In the winter
The coolness brings relief
In the summer, however brief

It is good to be outside
To feel clearly as I am
Without the shield of my obsessions
The distortion of my senses
Without the constant stimulation
Which at best are dim pretenses

[instrumental]

My limitations become clear
The hill I cannot climb
The road too far to walk
The pain when I do fall
The rocks that pierce my knees
And the twist inside my bones
But this is all just fine
It all makes me a bit stronger
I stumble and recover
Next time I will do better
This soon will be my world
By then I must be ready

[instrumental]

I would prepare for the day
But I dream and drift away
I am lost in the unknown
A melancholy sense of distance
A future I don't know
One that threatens my existence


I would prepare for the day
But I dream and drift away
I dream and drift away
A place where I would stay
But the nagging presence of the world
The chafing at my soul
I return
I return
I return but never whole

[instrumental]

I would prepare for the day
But I dream and drift away
I am lost in the unknown
A melancholy sense of distance
A future I don't know
One that threatens my existence

[outro]

In Training

Run the World
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

Back when we were kids
And we had our raincoats on
We waited for the bus
School was miles from our home
Then it brought us back
It brought us back intact
At least what passed for us

Gray pants and nice blue coats
We wore our uniforms
Black dress shoes and black socks
We needed to conform
White shirts and striped red ties
Tied very nice 
Or else so sure we'd die

[instrumental]

We put ourselves in line
From the smallest to grade nine
We all took off our coats
Put on our coveralls
Like little gray machines
We all marched down the hall

We stood in silence by our desks
We waited for our teacher
!GOOD MORNING!
Good Morning Mr. Perez
Only then did we sit down
No threats and no duress

[instrumental]

We used to learn things that we needed
And rules were often heeded
Now we learn nothing at all
And killers roam the halls

We were bred to be appart
To be alone deep in our hearts
It is not hard to understand
How things got out of hand

We grew up to run the world
But time passed and we let go
It all went to hell
How it happened no one knows

[instrumental]

We now are who we are
We are the beasts we're meant to be
We bite each other for no reason
And might as well live in the trees


We now are who we are
We are the beasts we're meant to be
We bite each other for no reason
And might as well live in the trees

3:20

[instrumental]

We now are who we are
We are the beasts we're meant to be
We bite each other for no reason
And might as well live in the trees


We now are who we are
We are the beasts we're meant to be
We bite each other for no reason
And might as well live in the trees

[outro]

Run the World

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.

Misguided Motivation

I and Ai

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