relax

Idea 10

Gibran Alcocer - Idea 22

Idea 15

Gibran Alcocer - Idea 15

Gibran Alcocer - Solas (Slowed + Reverb)

Gibran Alcocer - Idea 7

Need Some Time
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

I curse time when I am waiting
and can't find it when I need it
Time is great when you have lots
And much too short when you have not

I am afraid of time
It comes at you unwanted
It never stops to talk
It runs, it never walks

[instrumental]

Our time seems to have passed
I thought that it would last
The good times slip away
Like you, not meant to stay

I thought we needed time
That it all would work out fine
But time we did not share
You had yours and I had mine

[chorus]
Time is, it just is
I don't know how to describe it
It flows, could be a stream
It floats as in a dream

I am afraid of time
It comes at you unwanted
It never stops to talk
It runs, it never walks

[instrumental]

You put yours in a box
You took the keys to all the locks
You did not want to give me any
You said that I'd had many

That I had run out of time
That I had all I deserved
You had had enough of mine
Much too often crossed the line

[chorus]
Time is, it just is
I don't know how to describe it
It flows, could be a stream
It floats as in a dream

I am afraid of time
It comes at you unwanted
It never stops to talk
It runs, it never walks

[instrumental]

I curse time when I am waiting
and can't find it when I need it
Time is great when you have lots
And much too short when you have not

I am afraid of time
It comes at you unwanted
It never stops to talk
It runs, it never walks

[instrumental]

Need Some Time (D1)

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

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

I write the lyrics. Alfonso Suno composes and arranges.  Performed by the lovely Ai Ongaku and her crowd.

Need Some Time (D1)

I and Ai