[intro]
Yeah so I found this note, uh, its like from 99 (na na na na)
its really old but y'know
let me read it to you, one sec.(na na na na)

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[Verse 1]
I found a note you wrote in ’99, 
Folded in the pocket of a jacket that wasn’t mine.
Your handwriting hit me like a glitch in the line,
Heartbeats skipping like they’re stuck in rewind.

[Pre-Chorus]
All these pieces of us I thought were gone,
Falling through the years like they still belong.

[Chorus]
All the things sent back in time,
Every word you left behind—
They circle me, they pull me in,
Like echoes of where we’ve been.
All the things we couldn’t find,(na na na na)
All the things sent back in time.(na na na na)

[Verse 2]
A message on a tape from an old machine,
Your voice sounds younger, softer, clean.
You said “meet me when the clocks align,”
But we got lost in the space between the signs.

[Pre-Chorus]
All these pieces of us I thought were gone,
Falling through the years like they still belong.

[outro/Chorus]
All the things sent back in time,
Every word you left behind—
They circle me, they pull me in,
Like echoes of where we’ve been.
All the things we couldn’t find,(na na na na)
All the things sent back in time.(na na na na)

(na na na na)

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improvements needed:
-acoustic guitar revamp
-shorten intro (pre verse 1)
-redo vocals

All the things sent back in time (i've got a cold)

“Unsterblich” drifts through the memory of a summer that felt larger than life — barefoot nights, wide-open roads, and the kind of closeness that makes time stand still. It’s a reflection on a moment so vivid it still clings to the skin: cola on the tongue, dust in the air, a white shirt glowing in the heat, and a connection that felt both fragile and unstoppable. The song captures that almost magical space between youth and freedom, where every heartbeat feels like rebellion and every touch leaves an echo. It’s tender, a little wild, and soaked in that bittersweet shimmer of something that once felt eternal.

„Unsterblich“ wandert durch die Erinnerung an einen Sommer, der größer wirkte als das Leben selbst – barfuß auf heißem Asphalt, weite Straßen, und eine Nähe, die die Zeit zum Stillstand brachte. Es geht um einen Moment, so klar und intensiv, dass er bis heute nachglüht: Cola auf der Zunge, Staub in der Luft, ein weißes Shirt im Sonnenlicht und eine Verbindung, die zugleich zerbrechlich und unaufhaltsam war. Der Song fängt dieses fast magische Gefühl zwischen Jugend und Freiheit ein, in dem jeder Herzschlag wie Rebellion klingt und jede Berührung ein Echo hinterlässt. Zart, ein bisschen wild und voller bittersüßer Unendlichkeit.

Unsterblich

Wir fuhren dem Licht davon und dachten
Die Welt dreht sich noch ewig so weiter
Haben so getan, als wär das mit uns für immer
Mmh Mmh Mmh
Und irgendwie war’s das ja auch

Irgendwo auf meinem Rücksitz liegt noch der Traum von uns

Ich seh uns noch auf dem Parkplatz, barfuß
Unsterblich
Ich seh dich noch in deinem weißen Shirt
Zerbrechlich
Unwiderstehlich
Schön

Einfach nur frei sein
Wir sind los, ohne zu wissen, wohin
Die Revolution fiel aus
Mmh Mmh Mmh
Aber der Regen hat uns irgendwann erwischt

Ich erinner mich an Nächte
In denen mir der Himmel näher war als zuhause

Ich seh uns noch auf dem Parkplatz, barfuß
Unsterblich
Und dich in deinem weißen Shirt
Gefährlich
Zärtlich
Und so schön

Der Sommer schmeckte nach Cola, Staub, deinen Küssen
Die Straße war unser Song, jedes Schlagloch ein Echo von dir
Wir hatten nichts, außer Zeit

Zeit

Ich seh dich da noch stehen
Barfuß auf dem Parkplatz
Unsterblich
In deinem weißen Shirt
Wunderschön
So was wie dich
Hatte ich noch nie gesehen


Schön

Vielleicht war das ja alles nur ein Song
Aber verdammt, was für einer


Unsterblich

Present Tense
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Is not everything we think
Based on something that we steal
Over long uncounted years
We have constructed what is real

Layer upon layer
One small brick and then another
With reason and then prayer
We have made it fit together

[instrumental]

We use what others do
All the songs and prose they write
and all the art that they create, 
and all the things that critics hate

We read, watch, and listen
Though we may not remember
But we do absorb an essence
In our minds it is a presence

From then on we cannot tell
What is our own and what we borrowed
The question makes no sense
All that matters, 
present tense

[instrumental]

The first words we ever say
From our mothers, some first day
When they teach us how to beg
and teach us how to play

From these words we build it all
We never had control
Our futures pre programmed
All collectors have been scammed

There are no true originals
Only copies upon copies
We can each add our own spin
But can't hide the truth within

[instrumental]

We use what others do
All the songs and prose they write
and all the art that they create, 
and all the things that critics hate

We read, watch, and listen
Though we may not remember
But we do absorb an essence
In our minds it is a presence

From then on we cannot tell
What is our own and what we borrowed
The question makes no sense
All that matters, 
present tense

[instrumental]

[outro]

Present Tense

composed and produced by klark jackson
lyrics written by Yusuf Ayuba Akyem 

[verse 1]
I got to bail hard,
I was living the dream till I landed here.
soon, i'll find an alright end 
so, ill disappear-earrrrr

[pre-chorus]
The journey ain't that tough, so l'll closed my eyes till I get home, yeahhhhh
Nobody ever believed in Me!
not once, not at all!

[bridge]
Our hearts are drowning
Where do we go now ,
when do we leave for the rainy underworld. 

The stars keep aligning 
With a quiet lil' feelin' called love.

[chorus] 
cause I got a lot on my mind 
Craving for the sunshine
I wanna be alone now 
Don't go looking for me

With a lot of hate in my world
I'm feeling kinda special 
Heroes in my bloodline 
and I'm just a seed,
and I'm just a seed
yeah,
and I'm just a seed
yeah.

I'm just a seed

No Fireworks invites you into a day where nothing spectacular happens—yet everything quietly falls into place. It’s about those subtle moments when life feels kind, when the world softens just enough for you to breathe a little deeper. A cup of coffee that hits right, a stranger’s smile, a breeze that moves in sync with your thoughts. It’s a gentle reminder that peace doesn’t always come with sparks or noise; sometimes it shows up in the simplest details, carrying a warmth that needs no explanation. This song wraps all those small, effortless blessings into a mellow, uplifting glow.

No Fireworks nimmt dich mit in einen Tag, an dem nichts Spektakuläres passiert – und gerade deshalb alles irgendwie stimmt. Es geht um diese stillen Momente, in denen das Leben milde wirkt, die Welt ein wenig weicher wird und man wieder leichter atmen kann. Ein Kaffee, der genau richtig schmeckt, ein kurzes Lächeln von jemand Fremdem, eine Brise, die sich im richtigen Moment bewegt. Eine Erinnerung daran, dass Frieden nicht immer laut oder glänzend kommt; manchmal steckt er in den kleinsten Dingen und trägt eine Wärme in sich, die keine Begründung braucht. Dieser Song fängt all diese leisen, unangestrengten Glücksmomente in einem warmen, getragenen Gefühl ein.

No Fireworks

Bus came early, coffee was hot
A corner kid fired off a high-five shot
Shoelace held, no traffic jam
Sun blinked once through a slice of tram

My phone stayed quiet, no bills today
Found a ten in the jeans I wore last May
A breeze played jazz through the market lane
And even the pigeons moved in sync, no shame

Some days don’t try to break you
They just let the silence take you
No alarms, no big event
Just a moment that feels heaven-sent
And you smile, no reason, no tricks
When the day just works like this

Street singer hit the right blue note
Old man nodded like he knew that quote
A stranger held the café door
And I didn’t feel alone anymore

Some days don’t try to break you
They just let the silence take you
No alarms, no big event
Just a moment that feels heaven-sent
And you smile, no reason, no tricks
When the day just works like this

Maybe it’s luck, or maybe not
Maybe peace just finds the spot
Where you stop chasing, start to breathe
And even your shadow starts to believe

No miracle
Just the toast didn’t burn

Some days don’t fix what’s broken
But they feel like a small, gentle token
Of a world that still might try
To hold you gently as it passes by
And yeah, no fireworks, no bliss
But the day just works like this

Bus rolls on, the city hums low
You don’t need a reason
You just know


No Fireworks

Words Without End
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
I can always write
I can always spout more words
Sometimes they are in time
And others seem to rhyme

I have no lack of volume
But these words I would not reed
For my words there is no reason
Not an urgent need

[pause]

What I say may not make sense
I repeat with other words
What I say may be pretense
Or things that I have heard

It is hard to really feel
To write something that is real
Most times I'm in a trap

I only write things that I steal

[instrumental]

It is hard to really feel
To write something that is real
Most times I'm in a trap

I only write things that I steal

[instrumental]

[outro]

Words Without End

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

The Iceman
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
I came to this land
With nothing but my jeans
I was looking for a life
For my children and my wife
But now they live in hiding
And I'm trapped in this motel
The iceman turned my dream
to a nightmare straight from hell

[chorus]
God damn the iceman
God damn the iceman
The iceman is a monster
He is not a natural man

[verse]
If iceman comes to get me
I will waste him on the spot
Or stab him with my knife
Throw him something that is hot
or choke him with my hands 
Better die in my own land
There is no damn way 
I will end up in his hands

[chorus]
God damn the iceman
God damn the iceman
The iceman is a monster
He is not a natural man

[instrumental]

[verse]
Never let him take you
Never go with him
He will put you in a camp
Torture every day
Load you in a plane
And send you far away
If anyone should ask
Lost the records' what he'll say

Do everything you can
Stand up and lend a hand
Track him to his home
Never once leave him alone
Let him live in fear
Every time he sees you near
Make him hide his family
He can learn to live like me

[chorus]
God damn the iceman
God damn the iceman
The iceman is a monster
He is not a natural man

[instrumental]

[verse]
Every time that you give in
You are giving him more power
You will let others believe
That what is happening is right
That what he's doing is Ok
Far better die today
Than to be sent away
and die in foreign lands

[chorus]
God damn the iceman
God damn the iceman
The iceman is a monster
He is not a natural man

God damn the iceman
God damn the iceman
The iceman is a monster
He is not a natural man

[instrumental]

God damn the iceman
God damn the iceman
God damn the iceman
God damn the iceman

[outro]


The Iceman

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