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Your Land Ain't my Land
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
We gotta split this land in two
A different land for me and you
Can't live together any longer
Each passing day the hate grows stronger

[verse]
If you want to stay behind
Live in ignorance and fear
I would not wish this fate for you
But there is nothing I can do

[bridge]

[verse]
You made your choice
Won't change your mind
You have shown to all your face
We are no longer the same kind

[chorus]
You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

[instrumental]

[verse]
I gotta get away from you
All my friends are going too
We can't afford to have you near
We're afraid what you will do

[verse]
You can't be trusted with our children
Can't be allowed near our schools
Your goons waiting 'round the corner
We will no longer be their tools

[bridge]

[verse]
We will leave this place for you
Your racism and your hate
The time for words has now gone by
and You can't say we did not try
But I'm afraid it's now too late

[chorus]
You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

[instrumental]

You can keep your ignorance
You can keep your poverty
But it ain't the thing for me
We sure wish it all goes well
And Hope it takes you straight to hell

[chorus]
You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

straight to hell

straight to hell

straight to hell

We Hope it takes you straight to hell

[outro]

Arrangement:
deep male voice, lounge, slow dance, threatening, detached, dark, malevolent, cello, piano.  Cello intro has an Arab sound.

Your Land Ain't my Land (again)

Waiting for the End
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

My wife's out in the yard
and the kids up in their rooms
but then, I am only guessing
have not seen anyone since noon

I think everyone is here
We are all just staying home
We know the end is coming near
No one wants to be alone

They will show it on TV
We will sit around and watch
They said it would be after three
Next show after the match

I picked a good spot on the couch
and the time is getting close
No one else is showing up
Don't want to be here all alone

I go up to get my son
He says he's busy with a game
I remind him 'bout the end
He says he's not to blame

I call out to my daughter
Then I go check in her room
She left a note beside her bed
It says she has gone off to the moon

My wife has disappeared
She left, her car is gone
No idea where she went
I guess I'm on my own

A bowl of chips and one more beer
I am the only one that's here
The end came, but no one cared
There was no reason to be scared

We've all seen the end before
We hear about it every day
We've all gotten accustomed
We don't have a part to play

[instrumental]

We will roast or we will freeze
Die from earthquake or disease
Some people want us terrified
They want us all down on our knees

Others want us to ignore it
Show up at work another day
They're not planning to be here
They have a cave where they will stay

I'm just happy for the beer
But I need a few more chips
I wish my wife would come make dinner
The kids can stay away

[pause]

Again this time tomorrow
I will give it one more try
I just want it to be over
I think I wanna die


[instrumental]

Again this time tomorrow
I will give it one more try
I just want it to be over
I think I wanna die

[outro]


Waiting for the End

“After All This Time” drifts through the quiet space between reunion and memory — that tender moment when two people meet again and realize that some connections never fade. It’s the sound of old hearts rediscovering their rhythm, of forgiveness without words, of a love that’s neither perfect nor broken — just real. The duet brings together two voices that echo both strength and fragility: her smoky depth and his smooth warmth intertwine like shadows at sunset. A bittersweet blend of reflection and renewal, this song feels like coming home after a long time away.

„After All This Time“ bewegt sich in der leisen Zwischenwelt aus Wiedersehen und Erinnerung – jenem zarten Augenblick, in dem zwei Menschen merken, dass manche Verbindungen nie vergehen. Es ist das Gefühl alter Herzen, die ihren Takt wiederfinden, von Vergebung ohne Worte, von einer Liebe, die weder perfekt noch zerbrochen ist – einfach echt. Die beiden Stimmen – ihre rauchige Tiefe und seine sanfte Wärme – verweben sich wie Licht und Schatten am Abend. Ein bittersüßer Mix aus Rückblick und Neubeginn – dieser Song fühlt sich an wie Heimkommen nach langer Zeit.

You stood in the doorway, same boots, new face
A little more quiet, a little less grace
The sky looked bored, like it knew this scene
You said, “I was nearby
Whatever that means“
Mmh yeah, whatever that means

We sat with the hum of the fridge in the air
A bag full of nothing, your coat on the chair
I poured us two drinks we forgot to touch
And you laughed — oh you laughed
Like the years hadn’t changed that much
Not that much

After all this time (after all this time)
You still fit the frame (still fit the frame)
Like rain on the window, still knows my name
No big confession, no perfect line
Just two old hearts
That forgot the time
Mmh Mmh Mmh, after all this time

You asked if the plants ever learned to survive
I said, “Like me, somehow still alive”
You looked at the door like you might walk through
But your shadow stayed longer than it had to
Longer than it had to… longer than it had to…

After all this time… still you

After all this time (after all this time)
You still kill the light (kill the light)
With a glance that forgives without making it right
No fireworks now, no grand design
Just your hand near mine
After all this time
Mmh Mmh Mmh, after all this time

No promises made, but your eyes were loud
We spoke in the silence, away from the crowd
And maybe that’s all we were meant to be
Not perfect, not fixed – just you and me
Just you and me…

After all this time, you still feel like home
Like a verse I remember, but never wrote down
No maps, no plans, just a second wind
And the quiet belief we could start again
Mmh Mmh Mmh, yeah, start again
After all this time…
Oh Oh Oh – after all this time


After All This Time

Waiting for the End (grunge 2)

The Bad Side of the World
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
This is the bad side of the world
Where you never can grow old
When you cannot pull your weight
You are left out in the cold

You learn to fear the stick
For a moment hesitate
You will feel a nice sharp kick
and they'll take away your plate

You better keep on moving quick
and you can't ever get sick
Can't miss a day and not show up
If you  do, your time is up

your time is up

[chorus]
You need to make your masters happy
They want service, make it snappy
You need to do it with a smile
And keep their toilets clean
You only have one purpose
To service the machine

[instrumental]

[verse]


[chorus]
You need to make your masters happy
They want service, make it snappy
You need to do it with a smile
And keep their toilets clean
You only have one purpose
To service the machine

[2:15][instrumental]

[verse]
This is the bad side of the world
The streets ain't lined with gold
The pavement's always wet
And you always feel the cold

You can't afford to pay the rent
In one day your money's spent
You beg for food and one more hit
Just one more until you quit

The police are on their way
They plan to take you all away
They'll want to lock you up
If you run, your time is up

your time is up

[chorus]
You need to make your masters happy
They want service, make it snappy
You need to do it with a smile
And keep their toilets clean
You only have one purpose
To service the machine

[outro]

Arrangement:
Kick off with raw, fuzz-laden guitars and heavily distorted power chords, backed by dynamic, punchy drums and a gritty, driving bassline. Verse sections lean louder with strong clear, spoken-style vocals and minimalist instrumentation, exploding to full, aggressive intensity in the chorus. End with a noisy outro, layers of feedback and loose, unpolished playing.

The Bad Side of the World

Not a Thing
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

There's not a thing I can do
At every turn there's you
Every place that I go
I see you and I know

How could it ever be true
How can it be I lost you
I look around and I see
All those things that could be

But they are no longer real
Things that I only feel
I know they never will be
But you are inside of me

[chorus]
That never was me
Not a thing I would do
You cannot believe
I only love you

[instrumental]

There was a time when we knew
You and me, me and you
We were always together
Rain or shine, any weather

I don't know about you
How was it that things changed
You were just standing there
Saying you did not care

I could not believe
How could it go right by me
How could I not tell
You were all I could see

[chorus]
That never was me
Not a thing I would do
You cannot believe
I only love you

[instrumental]

[chorus]
That never was me
Not a thing I would do
You cannot believe
I only love you

Not a thing I would do
I only love you

I only love you

[outro]




Not a Thing

“17” captures a fleeting moment of youth — that electric mix of chaos, longing, and impulsive freedom when everything feels too big to hold onto. In the heart of Berlin, a spontaneous connection burns bright and fast, like summer heat against cool concrete. It’s about that one person who turns your world upside down with a single smile, about running with no plan and no baggage, and the bittersweet echo left behind when it’s over. Reflective and raw, “17” looks back on love’s wild beginning — the sound of growing up, wrapped in warmth, grit, and a touch of melancholy.

„17“ fängt diesen flüchtigen Moment der Jugend ein – das elektrische Gefühl aus Chaos, Sehnsucht und grenzenloser Freiheit, wenn alles zu groß erscheint, um es festzuhalten. Mitten in Berlin entsteht eine spontane Verbindung – intensiv, ungestüm, so kurz wie der Sommer selbst. Es geht um den einen Menschen, der mit einem einzigen Lächeln alles verändert, ums Loslaufen ohne Plan, ums Wegsein ohne Gepäck – und um das Echo, das bleibt, wenn alles vorbei ist. Nachdenklich und rau erzählt „17“ vom Anfang einer Liebe, vom Erwachsenwerden – warm, ehrlich und bittersüß.

Siebzehn

Er trug die Hitze wie ein Shirt
Wahnsinnig - schön – echt gestört
Mal sehen, ob da was geht
Ob er meine Art von Humor versteht 

Ziemlich irre, planlos
Unterwegs in meiner Stadt
Und dann er, mit diesem Lächeln 
Das sämtliche Schaltkreise lahmgelegt hat

Du warst siebzehn...
Und so scharf wie der Wind in Berlin-Mitte
Siebzehn...
Und alles was mir einfiel, war: bitte bitte
Hau mit mir ab - jetzt - über alle Berge
Du und ich, Baby
Kein Plan, kein Gepäck
Einfach weg

Ich sagte zu ihm, ernst und bestimmt
„Die Uhr tickt schneller als du denkst“
Deshalb, Süßer - höchste Zeit, dass du
Dein Herz an mich verschenkst

Er war siebzehn...
Und der Knall, den man noch drei Blocks weiter hört

Du warst siebzehn...
Scharf wie der Wind in Berlin-Mitte
Siebzehn...
Alles was mir einfiel, war: bitte bitte
Hau mit mir ab
Du und ich, Baby
Kein Plan, kein Gepäck
Einfach weg

Du warst siebzehn...
Scharf wie der Wind in Berlin-Mitte
Siebzehn...
Und der Grund, warum ich plötzlich tanzen wollte


Siebzehn

“Prinzessin” carries the warmth of a memory — a story full of charm, distance, and a quiet spark between two worlds. It moves between laughter and longing, pride and playfulness, as if remembering a time when everything felt a little unreal, yet deeply alive. Somewhere between dream and reflection, “Prinzessin” lets the moment speak for itself — tender, confident, and just a little mysterious.

„Prinzessin“ trägt die Wärme einer Erinnerung – eine Geschichte voller Charme, Distanz und einem stillen Funkeln zwischen zwei Welten. Sie bewegt sich zwischen Lächeln und Sehnsucht, zwischen Stolz und Leichtigkeit, als würde sie an eine Zeit erinnern, die zugleich unwirklich und doch ganz lebendig war. Irgendwo zwischen Traum und Rückblick lässt „Prinzessin“ den Moment für sich sprechen – zart, selbstbewusst und mit einem Hauch von Geheimnis.

Prinzessin

Wenn ich zurückdenke
Muss ich lachen
Du warst ein Geheimnis
Ein Phänomen
Sowas wie dich
Hatten Jungs noch nie gesehen

Vergiss die Prinzessin
Auf ihrem hohen Ross
In ihrem verwunschenen Schloss
Die lässt niemanden an sich ran
Schon seit Jahren...
Aussichtslos, Mann

Mag sein
Hat er dann immer zu ihnen gesagt
Aber sie ist meine Prinzessin
Hat halt noch keiner richtig gefragt
Du warst ein Phänomen
Sowas wie dich
Hatten Jungs noch nie gesehen

Hey du, Prinzessin
Auf deinem hohen Ross
In deinem verwunschenen Schloss
Komm, ich zeig dir die Welt
Nur die Sterne sind unser Zelt
Wird dir gefallen

Prinzessin
Sie ist eine Prinzessin
Dass ich nicht lache...

Vergiss die Prinzessin
Auf ihrem hohen Ross
In ihrem verwunschenen Schloss
Die lässt niemanden an sich ran
Seit Jahren...
Aussichtslos, Mann

Hey Prinzessin
Komm nochmal mit
Ich zeig dir die Welt
Ein Lächeln genügt


Prinzessin

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.

Not a Thing

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