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

The Runway
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

I was in Paris yesterday
I shop for the best shops
But what's in vogue today
Is getting hard to say

I am trying to maintain
To keep my eyes on the terrain
But shapes now strolling by
To look just gives me pain

I don't know what to do
To laugh would be unkind
But whoever put this on
Must be out of their mind

[chorus]
The runway is so long
But you know they'll reach the end
Those legs look really strong
And the butts will swing along

You know they'll swing along
You know they'll swing along

boom boom boom
boom boom boom
boom boom boom
boom, boom boom, boom boom

[instrumental]

The clothes are made to fit
They flow so as to hide
You know that they're packed tight
There is a lot of meat inside

It is so sad to see
How we have to compensate 
How we all have reached the point
Where we love all that we hate

We try and cry each day
But we cannot rise above
Now we all have reached the point
Where we hate all that we love

[chorus]
The runway is so long
But you know they'll reach the end
Those legs look really strong
And the butts will swing along

You know they'll swing along
You know they'll swing along

boom boom boom
boom boom boom
boom boom boom
boom, boom boom, boom boom

[instrumental]


[chorus]
The runway is so long
But you know they'll reach the end
Those legs look really strong
And the butts will swing along

You know they'll swing along
You know they'll swing along

boom boom boom
boom boom boom
boom boom boom
boom, boom boom, boom boom

[instrumental]


[outro]

The Runway

les jeunes , les personnes qui vivent dans la rue ce salut , d'une façons  comme une danser  avec leurs mains leurs doigt, leurs bras, il créé , il invente 

leur salut

les belles et jeunes femmes joue de leurs beauté  comme eternelle , sans savoir que cela n'est qu'une étincelle dans leurs vie 

les rose ephemeres

“Suboptimal” is a cool and confident celebration of imperfection. It’s about embracing your flaws, laughing at expectations, and owning your chaos with pride. Between wry humor and urban groove, it tells the story of someone who’s done trying to fit in — turning every mistake into part of their style. It’s not about getting it right, it’s about finding rhythm in what’s “wrong.” Smart, soulful, and self-aware, “Suboptimal” turns imperfection into art.

„Suboptimal“ ist eine lässige, selbstbewusste Hymne auf die Unvollkommenheit. Es geht darum, die eigenen Macken zu umarmen, über Erwartungen zu lachen und das Chaos mit Stolz zu tragen. Mit einem Augenzwinkern und urbanem Groove erzählt der Song von jemandem, der aufgehört hat, sich anzupassen – und stattdessen jeden Fehler zu seinem Stil macht. Es geht nicht darum, alles richtig zu machen, sondern darum, den Groove im „Falschen“ zu finden. Klug, soulig und charmant unperfekt – „Suboptimal“ macht Unvollkommenheit zur Kunst.

SUBOPTIMAL	

Old Mr. Jones holds up my test again
Says, “Kid, what’s wrong with your brain?”
Man, that’s just not right…
Yeah, story of my life

They all keep asking, “what’ll you be?”
Guess they’ll find out when they’re watching me

It’s kinda suboptimal – yeah, that’s the word
Not quite perfect, but haven’t you heard?
Suboptimal – I’ll take that call
I don’t need perfect, I like the fall

Lucy’s done with my chaos ways
Says straight up, “you’ll never change”
Sweet girl, but she don’t get
I’m not chasing perfect yet

She says, “this won’t end too well”
I laugh, “guess time will tell”

It’s kinda suboptimal – still, I’m fine
Half off-beat, but the groove is mine
Suboptimal – I love that flaw
Can’t you see it’s my encore?

Now I’m barefoot in the sand
My song’s blowing up across the land
They said, “you’ll never get it right”
Guess they missed the point that night

Still suboptimal – yeah, that’s my style
Never perfect, but worth your while
Call it luck or call it flaws
A genius hides in chaos
Suboptimal
And proud of it all


Suboptimal

Dark Sunglasses
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

I was sitting in the back
Same table on the right
I nursed a coffee black
And stared into the night

My patrol car sat outside
I was waiting for my shift
I came here every day
Sat alone, nothing to say

Someone I did not know
Came walking from the rain
She wore a hat and coat
She was wearing dark sunglasses

[instrumental]

I could see she walked with caution
It wasn't she was scared
It was just she seemed unsteady
And showed economy of motion

The coat and hat seemed alright
They both were soaked with rain
But why sunglasses out at night
That was harder to explain

She looked really familiar
In a way that seemed not right
She looked a little like my brother
But a lot more like my mother

I tried to call mom at her house
and ask her to come over
It would not take her very long
Mom could get here 'fore she's gone

[instrumental]

Mom's phone had started ringing
I thought I heard an echo
I looked at the strange woman
She had a cell phone in her hand

I heard a soft hello
And saw her look at me
The other hand deep in the coat
I knew exactly what it'd be

She walked over to my table
And sat down in exhaustion
She took off the sunglasses
I did not want to see

[instrumental]

I had seen it all before
Same this time but only more
I knew what had happened
She fell into a door

She laid the gun down on the table
She said, I fell into a door
But it was for the last time
Your dad, he is no more

[instrumental]

I had seen it all before
Same this time but only more
I knew what had happened
She fell into a door

She laid the gun down on the table
She said, I fell into a door
But it was for the last time
Your dad, he is no more

She cried and said, no more
No more
No more
No more
No more

[pause]
No more

[instrumental]

[outro]

Dark Sunglasses

Dark Sunglasses (AS)

Is this All there Is
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Is this all there is
Only things in this list
Only things that I didn't, couldn't, and shouldn't
And where I wasn't, weren't, and wouldn't

[verse]
Is it all just regrets
Things we'd rather forget
Things we'll never do
Or that we haven't done yet

[verse]
Is that the whole list
Is that why we exist
It does not seem worth it
All the things that we miss

[instrumental]

[verse]
Is this all there is
Only things in this list
Only things that I didn't, couldn't, and shouldn't
And where I wasn't, weren't, and wouldn't

[verse]
I was sometimes so close
It seemed the right time
But I did not run in
I waited in line

[verse]
I looked in his eyes
And he looked into mine
I don't understand
Why we wasted our time

[instrumental]

[verse]
Is this all there is
Only things in this list
Only things that I didn't, couldn't, and shouldn't
And where I wasn't, weren't, and wouldn't

[verse]
With the end standing by
And no time left to try
I go back to the list
Why bother to cry

[pause]

[verse]
I will look in your eyes
You look into mine
Come take my hand
Let's not waste any time

Is this all there is
Let's not waste any time

Is this all there is
Let's not waste any time

Let's not waste any time

Let's not waste any time

[instrumental]

[outro]

Is This All There Is

“She Still Flies” is a quiet conversation with memory — a song about loss that never really feels like goodbye. It follows the lingering presence of someone who’s gone, yet somehow still near — in the laughter that echoes, the wind that whispers, the light that won’t fade. With its warm, cinematic soundscape and tender voice, the song drifts between grief and grace, holding on to the belief that love doesn’t end, it just changes shape. She’s still out there, somewhere — and she still flies.

„She Still Flies“ ist ein leises Gespräch mit der Erinnerung – ein Lied über Verlust, der sich nie wie ein Abschied anfühlt. Es erzählt von der bleibenden Nähe eines Menschen, der gegangen ist und doch in allem weiterlebt – im Regen, im Wind, im Licht. Getragen von einem warmen, filmischen Klangbild und einer gefühlvollen Stimme, schwebt der Song zwischen Trauer und Trost, getragen von dem Gedanken, dass Liebe nie endet, sondern nur ihre Form verändert. Sie ist noch da – sie fliegt noch.

She still flies

I still hear her laugh in the morning rain
Like the sky remembers what it can’t explain
Her jacket’s still hanging on the back room chair
And sometimes I swear, I feel her there

She was light in a world that forgot how to glow
Now the nights are just shadows on old radio shows
But when I walk that hill where the wind gets loud
I see her face in every cloud

She still flies with wings I can’t see
Talks to the moon, then she talks to me
Not gone, just further than I can reach
But close enough to still teach me peace
She still flies… she still flies

The dog still waits by the broken gate
Like she’ll come around that corner late
And I keep her shoes where they used to stay
Some things you just don’t put away

She still flies with wings I can’t see
Talks to the moon, then she talks to me
Not gone, just further than I can reach
But close enough to still teach me peace
She still flies… she still flies

Maybe heaven’s just a word for the love that stays
Maybe angels are the ones who don’t walk away

She still flies with wings I can’t see
And I still talk like she’s next to me
She’s the breeze through the autumn trees
The reason I keep believing in dreams
She still flies… she still flies


She still flies

i fall back down again

And a Hopeless New Year
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Another year ending
A lot like it begun
As we grapple with exhaustion
We have wasted all our options

[verse]
So many things we cannot mend
We turn our backs on all our friends
We gather by the fire
And build another funeral pyre

[verse]
The weather's fighting back
It is demanding that we pay
It will level what we built
No place for us to stay

[chorus]
Our lights are burning bright
And we sing the world's alright
And we gather 'round the tree
We are Ok just you and me

[instrumental]

[verse]
We talk about our plans
A new boat, a few more guns
While cities flood down South
As the words come from our mouths

[verse]
We marvel at the snow
And complain about the cleanup
Across the world there is no water
And for them the time is up

[verse]
In the West forests on fire
Roads are melting all your tyres
Never seen this much pain
But we can't accept the blame

[chorus]
Our lights are burning bright
And we sing the world's alright
And we gather 'round the tree
We are Ok just you and me

[instrumental]

[verse]
We will drive our brand new car
We'll burn a trail to the stars
The smoke covers the ground
But we are going to be on Mars

[verse]
We are running out of food
And the water is no good
We no longer have the space
To store the human race

[verse]
But the problem is all solved
Send them back to where they came
There will be more stuff for us
They always were to blame

[chorus]
Our lights are burning bright
And we sing the world's alright
And we gather 'round the tree
We are Ok just you and me

[pause]

Our lights are burning bright
And we sing the world's alright
And we gather 'round the tree
We are Ok just you and me

We are Ok just you and me

We are Ok just you and me

We are Ok

We are Ok

[instrumental]

[outro]


And a Hopeless New Year (happier)

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

I and Ai