The Dead Don't Know
(c) J. MUrdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

The dead don't know
They just don't know
Do they lay there and just rot
or go places that are hot
Do they care if we forgot
It could be
But I think not
They just don't know

I knew some people that are dead
Sometimes they pop into my head
We talk a little for a while
I try to make them smile
But they don't seem to care
They look like they are dead
And never really there

The dead, they float around
Move through the air without a sound
They hover over crypts
People bring them special gifts
I've seen them sneer at them
Flowers don't do them any good
They wish they could eat food

What can I say about the dead
They are not very nice
They smell like something dead
But you can't give them a bath
They sometimes make some little sound
They let you know they are around
But never will be found

People come, bow down and pray
Who knows what shit they say
Some cry and say they miss them
Some howl and say they're sorry
The dead don't care, no need to worry
They look down into your head
And wish that you were dead

And wish that you were dead

And wish that you were dead

The dead don't know
They just don't know
Do they lay there and just rot
or go places that are hot
Do they care if we forgot
It could be
But I think not
They just don't know

The dead don't know
They just don't know

The dead don't know
They just don't know

They just don't know

[instrumental]

[outro] 


The Dead Don't Know (AS)

The Gray Fuzzy Middle
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[chorus]
With empathy declining
and guilt fading away
Does it matter what you do
Does it matter what you say

[instrumental]

[verse]
At one end there are the saints
The kind of people we are not
Those for whom all others matter 
Give their food, share their water

Some people have a conscience
and never have forgot
The help they have received
From where it came and what they got

[pause]

[verse]
At the other end the monsters
The kind we hope that we are not
Those who care only for themselves
Who must win above all else

The resentful and deluded
Who must always be included
Who believe they did it all
The whole world in their control

[instrumental]

[verse]
In between is where we are
Near the good or much too far
In that gray fuzzy middle
Where we don't know who we are

Where we balance every day
What we want, with what we pay
Where we must matter more
But how much more, 

Not that much
Not so much more

Not so much more

Not so much more

[instrumental]

[chorus]
With empathy declining
and guilt fading away
Does it matter what you do
Does it matter what you say

[pause]

[verse]
In between is where we are
Near the good or much too far
In that gray fuzzy middle
Where we don't know who we are

Where we balance every day
What we want, with what we pay
Where we must matter more
But how much more, 

Not that much
Not so much more

[chorus]
With empathy declining
and guilt fading away
Does it matter what you do
Does it matter what you say

[instrumental]

Not that much
Not so much more
Not so much more
Not so much more

[outro]

[Arrangement]
Harry and the Kinks / Nora
Laid-back drums and deep, reverb-soaked bass establish a relaxed groove. 
Tremolo-laden guitar lines weave through each verse, highlighted by expressive blues bends and fuzzy solos. 
The bridge’s vintage synth layers build a dreamy feel, dissolving into a slow, hypnotic outro.

[Arrangement]
Cyanide
A syncopated electronic drumline drives this new wave euro-lounge blues, with pulsing synth bass and jazzy electric piano chords. Clean guitar accents support a playful, strange, squeaky male vocal, weaving through quirky, atmospheric synth layers and retro drum fills.

The Gray Fuzzy Middle (original)

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.

The Dead Don't Know (AS)

I and Ai