Routine
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

Routine

I hear the sobs, their whiny tone
the awful grind of steel on bone
I turn my back and wipe the blade
I took a life, nothing in trade

I report back, I killed one more
with every day a better score
So many lives, so many dreams
Back in my tent a blur it seems

I fall sleep, this life my fate
My mind is numb, I feel no hate
My soul is cold like a machine
The death I cause is now routine

[instrumental]

I report back, I killed one more
with every day a better score
So many lives, so many dreams
Back in my tent a blur it seems

I fall sleep, this life my fate
My mind is numb, I feel no hate
My soul is cold like a machine
The death I cause is now routine

The death I cause is now routine

[instrumental]

I hear the sobs, their whiny tone
the awful grind of steel on bone
I turn my back and wipe the blade
I took a life, nothing in trade

I report back, I killed one more
with every day a better score
My soul is cold like a machine
The death I cause is now routine

[instrumental]

The death I cause is now routine

just routine

just routine

just routine

just routine

just routine


Routine (MIL)

Long Enough
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

mmm
mmm mmm mmm
mmm mmm
mmm mmm mmm 

Words flow unguarded
The meaning wanders off
Only sounds that seem to flow
With nowhere else to go

With no specific thought
And the days slipping away
I drift and lose all track
With nothing more to say

I no longer care for reason
I throw it all into the mix
I add more to meet a quota
To create sufficient substance
And consume the standard time
To call the words a song
But only 'cause they rhyme

[instrumental]

I think I've said it all
Thoughts seem to repeat
Rearrange the same old words
Lay them down to a new beat

The combinations may seem endless
But the ideas are very few
Like cards in an old game
New hands, faces the same

What I do seems like a game
At a table set for one
To play is my compulsion
Start again when I am done

Now and then, by mere chance
The patterns strike a chord
A brilliant moment in a dance
But to wait, I can't afford

[instrumental]

[outro]


Long Enough (K6)

Farm Worker
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

I am a worker on your farm

And I am working in the rain
I'm trying to save the crop
It may all go down the drain

I have a wife so far away
Not seen her since last fall
I send her all I can
But she can't pay for a call

I so want to go back home
I'm so tired of being alone
But there's never enough money
And always too much work

I would pay for her to come
But the trip is way too hard
It is long and full of fear
There's now word the feds are near

[instrumental]

I may be safe if I stay here
Way out in a small farm
But you never know
And I can't afford to go

But you never know
And I can't afford to go

And I can't afford to go


[instrumental]

[outro]

Farm Worker

This song drifts through the quiet ache of believing in something magical and watching it slip away. It moves from the thrill of early love—bright, wild, full of promise—to the moment reality steps in with its thorns and storms. It’s a reflection on dreams that felt weightless, on futures imagined too quickly, and on the bittersweet truth that even painful love can stay with you long after it’s gone. There’s longing here, but also clarity: a soft acceptance that not every miracle survives, yet its echo still lingers.

Dieser Song erzählt von dem leisen Schmerz, an etwas Wundervolles geglaubt zu haben und es dann Stück für Stück zu verlieren. Er nimmt dich mit in die Anfangsmagie der Liebe—hell, berauschend, voller Versprechen—bis zu dem Moment, in dem die Realität mit ihren Dornen und Gewittern dazwischenfährt. Es ist ein Blick zurück auf Träume, die wie Seifenblasen schwebten, auf eine Zukunft, die zu schnell greifbar schien, und auf die bittersüße Erkenntnis, dass auch die schmerzhafte Liebe lange nachhallt. Sehnsucht mischt sich mit Klarheit: Nicht jedes Wunder bleibt, doch seine Spur verschwindet nicht.

Wunder

Hab den Himmel bestaunt 
Und die Pfützen übersehen
Träume wie Seifenblasen
Wunderschön

Ich hab an Wunder geglaubt
Liebe war ein Rausch
Dann kam die Vernunft dazwischen 
Schlechter Tausch

Wir wollten Sterne pflücken
Haben uns an den Dornen verletzt
Alles sah nach Zukunft aus
Aber wir hatten uns verschätzt
Unsere Liebe war ein Feuer
Unsere Welt war groß
Lässt mich nicht los
Lässt mich auch heut noch nicht los 

Ich hab geliebt wie ein Anfänger
Und verloren wie ein Profi
Hab mich ständig verrannt
Doch bereut hab ich’s nie

Das Glück kam ganz leise
Irgendwann
Und hinter ihm fiel die Tür ins Schloss
Was für ne Reise
Mann oh Mann

Wir wollten Sterne pflücken
Haben uns an den Dornen verletzt
Alles sah nach Zukunft aus
Hatten uns verschätzt
Unsere Liebe war ein Gewitter
Unsere Welt so groß
Lässt mich nicht los
Lässt mich auch heut noch nicht los 

Hab mal an Wunder geglaubt
Und Liebe war ein Rausch
Die Gegenwart kam dazwischen 
Seltsamer Tausch...

Lässt mich nicht los
Auch heut noch nicht


Wunder

Attention
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Big ideas no longer matter
Small minds, they rule the day
It is only aimless chatter
Just something more to say

Who would ever read a book
The song, it needs a hook
Far too many words
What is it that you heard

Attention is the goal
Keep the girls dancing around
Your mind in their control
Always playing the new sound

[chorus]
Get your info all in bits
Little snippets at a time
You need another hit
To think is wasting time

Get your info all in bits
Little snippets at a time
You need another hit
To think is wasting time

[instrumental]

[verse]
If you ever think you know
You find it was for show
You would try to think it through
But you're always on the go

You think you've won the game
But the goalpost has been moved
If you'd only paid attention
But you don't have the retention

Your mind has turned to mush
Don't ever think too hard
Like pushing through the slush
And I know you're in a rush

[chorus]
Get your info all in bits
Little snippets at a time
You need another hit
To think is wasting time

Get your info all in bits
Little snippets at a time
You need another hit
To think is wasting time

[instrumental]

[verse]
Just look at the small screen
You are living in a dream
Little morsels flashing by
You can eat them on the fly

Everything is all too easy
Short lines and shorter words
Only words you've ever learnt
And nothing you ain't heard

[pause]

One day you realize
That things have gotten bad
But you never will know why
In little tidbits it went by

It all is going by

It all is going by

It all is going by

[instrumental]

[chorus]
Get your info all in bits
Little snippets at a time
You need another hit
To think is wasting time

Get your info all in bits
Little snippets at a time
You need another hit
To think is wasting time

[outro]


Attention (AS)

Une idée de musique , et le texte après,  avec une petite idée  derrière  la tête 

La vie que j  préfère

The Land of the Few
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

Jerry went to school
But he wanted so much more
He was thinking about congress
And how one day he might rule

He knew he loved his country
But he had to pay the rent
He would go to the house
and his people represent

[instrumental]

He found it was not easy
Not everyone agreed
They wanted different things
He could do just two or three

He thought he'd join a party
They would help him get elected
They said support our platform
And you will be selected

So he went back to his people
And sold the party line
He soon would be elected
It all happened in good time

Who cares what you think
Who cares what you want
Just pick the choice I offered
And I will do all I can

[chorus]
This is what they call democracy
A game rigged for just a few
Don't you ever believe 
They're doing it for you

[instrumental]

So he went back to his people
And sold the party line
If you let me do this now
I will take care of you somehow

There was no longer any Jerry
He was part of the machine
His wife would soon leave him
He was nothing like he'd been

Don't tell me what you think
Don't tell me what you want
This is what you're gonna get
Just sign the dotted line

[chorus]
This is what they call democracy
A game rigged for just a few
Don't you ever believe 
They're doing it for you

[instrumental]

This is what they call democracy
A game rigged for just a few
Don't you ever believe 
They're doing it for you

They're doing it for you

It will be best for you

There is nothing they can do

It will be best for you


[outro]

The Land of the Few

Somewhere Out in Space
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
I still have space for you
and always set a place
I look around in this old house
And always see your face

I cook a little extra
Put extra blankets on the bed
Your lamp comes on at night
At the chair where you read

[instrumental]

The feeling in the evening
That you cannot be too far
So I go out and move my car, and
Leave an empty parking space 

Any moment you'll arrive
Your headlights on the wall
The only reason I survive
And I will be alive

[instrumental]

There's the crunching of the gravel
The clicking of your steps
And the twisting of the boards
As you walk up on the deck

Everything is a reminder
And it all rings so very true
But I don't believe a word
There is no sound
No sound that I just heard

[instrumental]

You will not give me a hug
Or muddy up the rug
No smile, no warm embrace
Not a thing and not a trace

Somewhere in outer space

Somewhere in outer space

[instrumental]

[outro]

Somewhere Out in Space

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.

Somewhere Out in Space

I and Ai

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