Cyanide and 50K
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Cyanide and 50K
Is that enough, or just O K
It is a game I learnt today
A game the big boys play

A game to play before you die
When there is nothing left to hide
Any night, it is alright
You just don't want to stay

[verse]
Given time we all get here
We all find nothing that is dear
We all find it was a game
We all lose, there is no shame
I would have thought that this was clear
Soon you are gone, you die in fear

aahhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh
boo
BOO!

[verse]
Cyanide and 50K
All it is, it's just a game
Must be insane
When you see lights
Are filled with fright

When spirits talk to you
And chairs jump and then say boo
When you think you know the truth
With a worm inside your brain
Get on the track, wait for the train
With a worm inside your brain
Get on the track, wait for the train

[instrumental]

[verse]
Cyanide and 50K
That's all it is, 
it's just a game
You can pick one, 
or pick them both
It does not matter
You just won

[verse]
Cyanide is such a rush
And 50K, it ain't that much
You can stay and play again
You can pay or take the train

Look around, they all look back
People standing at your back
Everyone is now in line
But go ahead, and take your time

Cyanide and 50K
No need to worry, no need to hurry
No one can lose, it is ideal
But when you choose
It feels so real

Cyanide and 50K

Cyanide and 50K

Cyanide and 50K

[outro]

Cyanide and 50K

A late-night walk through broken memories, lit by neon ghosts and the echo of old love. “Graffiti Hearts and Cheap Perfume” captures the haze of something once electric — now only traceable in shadows and scents. The song drifts through alleyways and midnight bars, following a narrator tangled in what was: the heartbeat of a person who lit up the night, now replaced by silence that’s too loud to ignore. It’s a slow-burning reflection on what lingers after the fall — when even the stars seem out of reach, and the city whispers names you’re trying to forget.

Ein nächtlicher Streifzug durch verblasste Erinnerungen, erleuchtet von Neon-Geistern und dem Echo vergangener Liebe. „Graffiti Hearts and Cheap Perfume“ fängt das Flirren von etwas ein, das einst lebendig war – und nun nur noch in Schatten und Düften nachhallt. Der Song führt durch Gassen und nächtliche Bars, begleitet einen Erzähler, der sich in dem verheddert, was war: der Herzschlag eines Menschen, der die Nacht zum Leuchten brachte – jetzt ersetzt durch eine Stille, die viel zu laut ist. Eine leise, eindringliche Reflexion darüber, was bleibt, wenn alles vorbei ist – wenn selbst die Sterne außer Reichweite scheinen und die Stadt Namen flüstert, die man vergessen will.

Graffiti Hearts and Cheap Perfume

Cigarette burns on the midnight rail
A dog barks once, then it’s quiet as hell
Your voice still stuck in the folds of my coat
The moon leans close like it wants to know

Traffic lights blink without a cause
My feet trace steps that memory draws
Graffiti hearts, still wet with rain
The city whispers your name again

You were the heartbeat of the night
Soft and wild, wrong and right
Now it’s quiet – far too loud
Like your silence wears a shroud
Oh, you were the heartbeat and the fight
And I’m left dancing with shadows and light

I pass the bar where we used to sit
They changed the sign, but not the grit
A waitress hums our broken tune
Still smells like gin and cheap perfume

Your laugh still echoes in alleys and smoke
Some ghosts never ask to be woke

You were the heartbeat of the night
Soft and wild, wrong and right
Now it’s quiet – far too loud
Like your silence wears a shroud
Oh, you were the heartbeat and the fight
And I’m still dancing with shadows and light

Midnight doesn’t end
It just forgets to begin

You were the heartbeat of the night
And I, I mistook it for light
Now the stars blink out in pairs
While I’m stuck in folding chairs
You were the heartbeat, the spark
And I’m just walking through the dark

Neon fades, the wind gets still
The night forgets you, against its will


Graffiti Hearts and Cheap Perfume

Leaving Without You
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

I am leaving without you again
I'm riding alone in this train
Every place that I know
Is not a place you want to go

You worry what I might do
While I am out missing you
Please come with me
Some many things you could see

But what can be done
A whole life cannot be undone
It feels like it will be never
We've been here forever

[instrumental]

I am leaving without you again
I'm riding alone in this train
Every place that I know
Is not a place you want to go

We were never the same
And there is no one to blame
You wanted to be with me
Things are not like they used to be

So many things we do share
Most of all we still care
But it would be nice
If sometimes you were there

[instrumental]

I am taking my seat
There is no one to greet
I walk with a frown
I look up and sit down 

I look up once again
This could not be right
At the end of the train
Something is wrong with my sight

I rush to your arms
I find it hard to believe
Is it just this one time
Or a new way to live

I rush to your arms
I find it hard to believe
Is it just this one time
Or a new way to live






[accordion solo]

I rush to your arms
I find it hard to believe
Is it just this one time
Or a new way to live

[outro]

I rush to your arms
I find it hard to believe
Is it just this one time
Or a new way to live

Leaving Without You (AS)

[intro]

[verse]
The rope cares nothing about your mother, 
lover, sister, father, brother
The rope tightens, bit by bit, 
and the bits are coming faster
The end is coming very soon, 
it offers nothing but disaster

[verse]
The rope is always so much worse, 
the noose is hurting like a curse
You cannot offer any bribes
there are no threats that will survive

[verse]
The rope, it keeps on moving
it knows nothing about forgiving
It cares nothing about your life, 
about your death, about your wife
There is nothing you can say
your throat is pinched,
your tongue, too big, gets in the way

[instrumental]

[verse]
Your eyes bulge, the rope moves on
Your body shakes, the rope moves on
Your feet, they vainly search, 
look for the chair you stood on
The rope moves on

[verse]
Is there nothing you can do?
Will someone save you in the end?
But no, the rope won't bend
It's not your friend

[verse]
When you have run out of rope
you will not care, you will not feel
Everything here will be unreal
Your feet will no longer dance, 
they will no longer have a chance
You once thought it was a thrill
After this, they will be still
What might have been is what you killed

[verse]
What were you thinking?
You now forget
Was it a bet, was there much pain, 
was it for love, too dark a stain?
Why can't the rope just wait, 
give you a minute to explain?

[verse]
You've changed your mind
You were just kidding
The rope will break, it cannot be,
it was a test, a big mistake
How can any of this be fair, 
you body spinning in the air

[verse]
The lights grow dim
You thought there would be truth,
a final answer, 
a recounting of your youth
You thought you'd have a chance,
a little time to tell them why, 
you'd say goodbye

[verse]
It does not matter, there is no more
Nothing will-be just like before
But you won't know after you go
So what's your point, what does this show?

[verse]
The rope is all there is and  
its length measures your life  
but it cannot be the sum  
Think again, look at your son,
speak to your wife
If not for them, for someone else
If not yourself, then for a cause
Is there a reason to live on?
Will nothing give you pause?

[instrumental]

[verse]
If the answer is always no,
maybe you're right
and it is truly time to go

[verse]
It is clearly your decision
You don't have to talk to me
and you don't need my permission
I only want you to be sure
This is the final step
and it is one step too many
Once you step off from the chair...

[verse]
I'll be here, call again
I have the time, so do you
We can talk the whole night through
I won't pretend to be your friend
But I care, I really do
I'll say goodnight 
and hope to speak to you again

[instrumental]

[outro]

[verse]
Operator standing by

[instrumental interlude]

[end]


End of the Rope

Holding Firm
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
I look across the street
At friends I never meet
I see their children in their yard
Mine long grown and not around
My wife, she knew them better
But she's left for better weather

Alone inside I drowse 
Or roam what was our house
Each room I check, open each door
Don't step inside, don't want to see
My rounds end in the garage
That beam that held up things for me
It hangs useless on the ceiling
My step falters, My mind is reeling

The ladder she used to paint our walls
I always feared that she would fall
It stands now, out in the middle
Its purpose now is not a riddle

The rope I used when trimming branches
Hangs down, one end in reach
With both hands I yank
and it holds firm
Not like my life
About to turn

[pause]

To turn, to turn
To spin around
To look for purchase 
None to be found
To turn, to turn
To spin around
To spin around

[instrumental]

The rope I used when trimming branches
Hangs down, one end in reach
With both hands I yank
and it holds firm
Not like my life
About to turn

[pause]

To turn, to turn
To spin around
To look for purchase 
None to be found
To turn, to turn
To spin around

To spin around

To spin around

To turn and spin around

[instrumental]

[outro]

Holding Firm

(non ai, by klark jackson)

[Verse 1]
She moves where time forgets its flow,
Leaves behind a trail that glows
I’m still learning what she said,
She’s already two steps ahead.

[Chorus]
She’s two steps ahead of the dawn,
I blink and the color is gone,
Her laughter rings inside my head,
I’m still half-asleep—she’s fled.

Two steps ahead of the flame,
Drifting through worlds with no name,
I can’t touch her, can’t forget—
She’s the rhythm I can’t catch yet.

[Verse 2]
She paints the air in shifting hues,
A prism breaks where she moves,
Every glance a twisted spell,
A dream I almost knew too well.
I chase the lines where fate once led—
But she’s already two steps ahead.

[Chorus]
She’s two steps ahead of the dawn,
I blink and the color is gone,
Her laughter rings inside my head,
I’m still half-asleep—she’s fled.

Two steps ahead of the flame,
Drifting through worlds with no name,
I can’t touch her, can’t forget—
She’s the rhythm I can’t catch yet.

[outro]
I’m still learning what she said,
She’s already two steps ahead.
I chase the lines where fate once led—
But she’s already two steps ahead.










two steps ahead

Someone to Sing the Blues
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
I am looking for a woman
Someone to sing the blues
Someone who made a choice
And had something to loose

[verse]
I don't want a story told
by a spiteful twelve year old
I don't want to hear the blues
Because they scuffed their brand new shoes

[verse]
I am looking for a woman
For whom things did not go well
Someone who's had a life
And has something she can tell

[verse]
I don't want to hear hysteria
About the food and cafeteria
Or about their last boyfriend
Who is about to now turn ten

[verse]
I want someone I can believe
Who tells it like it is
Someone to help me grieve
For this life I have to live

[verse]
I don't care about the scars
The lift left on their ass
Or the tragedy it was
When their boyfriend missed a pass

[verse]
Give me something real
From someone who can feel
Someone who's had to kneel
And beg for their last meal

[instrumental]

[verse]
I don't want a story told
by a spiteful twelve year old
I don't want to hear the blues
Because they scuffed their brand new shoes

[verse]
I don't want to hear hysteria
About the food and cafeteria
Or about their last boyfriend
Who is about to now turn ten

[verse]
I don't care about the scars
The lift left on their ass
Or the tragedy it was
When their boyfriend missed a pass

[pause]


[verse]
I am looking for a woman
Someone to sing the blues
Someone who made a choice
And had something to loose

[verse]
I am looking for a woman
For whom things did not go well
Someone who's had a life
And has something she can tell

[verse]
I want someone I can believe
Who tells it like it is
Someone to help me grieve
For this life I have to live

[verse]
Give me something real
From someone who can feel
Someone who's had to kneel
And beg for their last meal

[instrumental]


[outro]



Someone to Sing the Blues

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.

End of the Rope

I and Ai

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