First There Are the Words (rock)
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

First there are the words, 
That is what I do
I tell a story that rings true
Anything to make you blue

Melody comes to fit the words
It fits the sounds that I just heard
They come together in my mind
Without words it's hard to find

The beat follows the rhyme
They appear at the same time
The beat ticks with every pause
Everything else is a lost cause

That is how I make a song
Not the same for everyone
Some may think I have it wrong
But it works, at least, for one

[guitar solo]

It's the music that I love
But the words give it some sense
Music fills the room
The notes have no pretense

But words are the best part
Words stick in your mind
Words is where it starts
And words will fill your heart

There is not much more I do
I don't know the other stuff
I was never a musician
The words are, for me enough

[guitar solo]

Words are the best part
Words will fill your heart

Words will fill your heart

Words will fill your heart

[outro]

First There Are the Words (rock)

Yeah, Right!
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

Yeah, Right!

Assonance, dissonance, and rectitudinal insolence
I appear and retreat
I traverse the horizon
I intend to give in, to relinquish all hope,
to withdraw in defeat
But return without reason
I do not sound the same 
I disturb your entrancement
I apply my own rules
with no regard for the moment

Yeah, Right!

A flirtation with chance
A neglect of romance
The entrance suspicious
The appearance audacious
The reaction delicious
My motives ambitious
Then ambivalence strikes
And we return to the dance

At the center of motion
With unequaled attraction
With the smoothness of lotion
And no hope of retraction
We avoid interaction
In a spasm of fury
Without entering a plea
We abandon the jury

And we are gone
And we are gone
We can't hear the tone

We are gone

ooommhh papa dowahhh
ooommhh papa dowahhh
ooommhh papa dowahhh
a choo cun cun a choo cun cun

!YEAH, RIGHT!


Yeah, Right! (w/fuzz)

What Is Life
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]


What Is Life?
I don't know, ask my wife

If I knew, would it matter
In an ocean of water
It's a drop with no name
They all are the same

[instrumental]

Life is debt left unpaid
full of words left unsaid
It is hopes spent on dreams,
vague thoughts never seen

Lived on lands never been,
all our plans only schemes
Wild desires never shown,
burning fires all alone

What Is Life?
I don't know, ask my wife

[instrumental]


Things like that
I don't know
Thoughts like that
I don't show

I keep them inside
Only place I can hide
I go to work when it's nice
I don't tell the guys

They don't ask about that
They don't care anyway
You can walk up to them
and ask plain as day

What Is Life?
But you know what they'll say
I don't know, ask my wife
Ask my wife

Ask my wife

[outro]


What is Life

What Is Life
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

What Is Life?
Yeah, What Is Life?
Don't ask me
I don't know, ask my wife

If I knew, would it matter
In an ocean of water
I'm a drop with no name
We all are the same

[instrumental]

Life is debt left unpaid
full of words left unsaid
It is hopes spent on dreams,
vague thoughts never seen

Lived on lands never been,
all our plans only schemes
Wild desires never shown,
burning fires all alone

What Is Life?
I don't know, ask my wife

[instrumental]

Things like that
I don't know
Thoughts like that
I don't show

I keep them inside
Only place I can hide
I go to work when it's nice
I don't tell the guys

They don't ask about that
They don't care anyway
You can walk up to them
and ask plain as day

What Is Life?
But you know what they'll say
I don't know, ask my wife
Ask my wife

Ask my wife

[outro]

What is Life (very retro)

At Three in the Morning
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

It is three in the morning
And here I am, one more time
At three in morning
I can write, I have time

At three in the morning
A time you think is night
Everything is so much clearer
Everything just comes out right

I can think, I can dream
Ponder stuff, and make up schemes
I can worry, with no hurry
And some things, well, I can bury

[instrumental]

When I get up way too late
With voices all around me
With dogs that want attention
I can't worry 'bout redemption

You cannot have the deep thoughts
Too many things will get forgot
They come up in your mind
Among barks, they're left behind

[bridge]

But, at three in the morning
At three in the morning
Before the day is dawning
I can write, I can write

[instrumental]

At three in the morning
A time you think is night
Everything is so much clearer
Everything just comes out right

I can think, I can dream
Ponder stuff, and make up schemes
I can worry, with no hurry
And some things, well, I can bury

[bridge]

But, at three in the morning
At three in the morning
Before the day is dawning
I can write, I can write

[outro]

At Three in the Morning (clear squeaky)

Coming Clean (v3)
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

I am sorry in advance
I know that I can't sing
Can't recognize a tone
Can't play a god damned thing

[verse]

I cannot keep a beat
I just keep tapping on the floor
But I don't know what I'm doing
And I don't know nothin' more

I don't claim to write the music
Or play an instrument
I can't do this on my own
I can't hold the microphone

All I do is write the words
I make them sound like what I've heard
All the rest is the machine
You see, I'm coming clean

[instrumental]

I wish that I was better
Don't think that I don't try
I wish that I knew more
All I've got is this A.I.

Some may say that it's not fair
Why did they let me in?
It may be I don't belong
So, I am, a little scared

No one wants to work with me
All I have is an A.I.
I may be pissing up a tree
But I thought that I would try

[instrumental]

It would be nice to work with people
It would be nice to have a friend
I could be the Bernie
But I need Elton in the end

I could be the Bernie
But I need Elton in the end

I need Elton in the end

[outro]

Coming Clean

I Am an Old Man in a Room
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

I am an old man in a room
And the room is pretty nice
It is quiet and a bit gloomy
But I have plenty of lamps
It is warm enough in winter
And cool in summer too
But I have a real nice sweater
And I always wear blue

It has a bathroom round the corner
and a mattress on the floor
A closet for my stuff
I don't need very much more

I keep it pretty clean
Cleaner than my jeans
I have my little broom
and a vacuum with a battery
I will use it real soon

[instrumental]

There are bugs stuck in my ceiling
I sometimes see them while I'm writing
and I wonder what they're thinking
I think that they are laughing

At night I hear mice
They scratch inside the walls
I have seen them, they look nice
But they poop and eat my rice

[bridge]

But I'm an old man in a room
And though the room is pretty nice
Just sitting here alone
It's bound to have a price

I have time to write some songs
But I don't have very long
Maybe I should go out
But I always act all wrong


But I'm an old man in a room
And though the room is pretty nice
Just sitting here alone
It's bound to have a price

It's bound to have a price

It's bound to have a price


[outro]

I Am an Old Man in a Room

It's a Woman's World
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

Women run the world
and they talk a real good game
They say that it's the men
That it's the men who are to blame

I don't really believe it
It is not like that at home
I do all that she says
But she won't leave me alone

[bridge]

I don't really want to work
I want to stay at home
But she says she has a job
And to stop being a slob

I want to just eat junk
I don't want for her to bother
But she cooks just what she wishes
I have to do the dishes

[instrumental]

When her birthday comes around
She says I should remember
I know it's on a day
I just don't know the number

I get tired of the same story
They say it's us that they adore
It is men who have to worry
When they see purses at a store

She remembers when we married
I have tried to forget
I was drunk when I proposed
and to the judge she had me carried

[instrumental]

My life is all like that
I don't think men run a thing
I just get told we need to chat
and I find out just where I'm at

Women run the world
and they talk a real good game
They say that it's the men
That it's the men who are to blame

[instrumental]

My life is all like that
I don't think men run a thing
I just get told we need to chat
and I find out just where I'm at

Women run the world
and they talk a real good game
They say that it's the men
That it's the men who are to blame

it's the men 

it's the men 

it's the men who are to blame


[outro]


It's a Woman's World (cool)

Too Many Things (1b - blues)
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[verse]
That was a place to start
Soon before things fell apart
But not now, no such luck
We all seem to be stuck

The big things
They cost too much, 
We can't decide
We try to hide
But little things, 
they cost far more
We've lost control, 
don't know the score

[pre-chorus]
Everywhere you look
Something else is going away
Another thing we took
It won't last another day

[chorus]
Too many things, 
Too many things
Can't fix them all
Can't even start
Can't think about it
Breaks your heart

[instrumental]

[verse]
Every hope lands on the rocks
Every ship's going nowhere
You'd like to care, 
but you don't dare

While some pretend it isn't true
It doesn't end for me and you
While some think they'll get away
You and I, 
no place to stay

[pre-chorus]
Everywhere you look
Something else is going away
Another thing we took
It won't last another day

[chorus]
Too many things, 
Too many things
Can't fix them all
Can't even start
Can't think about it
Breaks your heart

We have all, run out of luck

[verse]
Too many things, 
Too many things
Can't fix them all
Can't even start
Can't think about it
Breaks your heart

Too many things, 
Too many things

[outro]

Too Many Things

Coming Clean (v3)
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

I am sorry in advance
I know that I can't sing
Can't recognize a tone
Can't play a god damned thing

[verse]

I cannot keep a beat
I just keep tapping on the floor
But I don't know what I'm doing
And I don't know nothin' more

I don't claim to write the music
Or play an instrument
I can't do this on my own
I can't hold the microphone

All I do is write the words
I make them sound like what I've heard
All the rest is the machine
You see, I'm coming clean

[instrumental]

I wish that I was better
Don't think that I don't try
I wish that I knew more
All I've got is this A.I.

Some may say that it's not fair
Why did they let me in?
It may be I don't belong
So, I am, a little scared

No one wants to work with me
All I have is an A.I.
I may be pissing up a tree
But I thought that I would try

[instrumental]

It would be nice to work with people
It would be nice to have a friend
I could be the Bernie
But I need Elton in the end

I could be the Bernie
But I need Elton in the end

I need Elton in the end

[outro]


Coming Clean (pissing up a tree)

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 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.

First There Are the Words (rock)

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