Her Small Life
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

A concrete box, a little glass
and a steel door
A little space, it was her place
on the fourth floor

She left for work, around midday
till night she'd stay
Nothing to do, back to the club,
then in the tub

She did not read, nor care for books,
it seemed too hard
Never outside, not in the sun,
she had no yard

[instrumental]

She was afraid, people would talk,
what had they said
They looked at her, was it her hair,
why should she care

She like rules, follow the norm,
wear uniforms
Follow routine, keep the knives clean,
like a machine

She did her job, always precise,
not very nice
She had no friends, she did not bend,
and things would end

[instrumental]

and then one day, no one can say,
she went away
She was not there, no one new where,
nor did they care

she took her life, she fell from grace,
never a trace
but there are more, girls by the score,
to take her place

[instrumental]

and then one day, no one can say,
she went away
She was not there, no one new where,
nor did they care

she took her life, she fell from grace,
never a trace
but there are more, girls by the score,
to take her place


Her Small LIfe (B)

Her Small Life
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

A concrete box, a little glass
and a steel door
A little space, it was her place
on the fourth floor

She left for work, around midday
till night she'd stay
Nothing to do, back to the club,
then in the tub

She did not read, nor care for books,
it seemed too hard
Never outside, not in the sun,
she had no yard

[echo]
She had a life
But it was small
Going nowhere
Aren't we all

[instrumental]

She was afraid, people would talk,
what had they said
They looked at her, was it her hair,
why should she care

She like rules, follow the norm,
wear uniforms
Follow routine, keep the knives clean,
like a machine

She did her job, always precise,
not very nice
She had no friends, she did not bend,
and things would end

[echo]
She had a life
But it was small
Going nowhere
Aren't we all

[instrumental]

and then one day, no one can say,
she went away
She was not there, no one new where,
nor did they care

she took her life, she fell from grace,
never a trace
but there are more, girls by the score,
to take her place

[echo]
She had a life
But it was small
Going nowhere
Aren't we all

[instrumental]

and then one day, no one can say,
she went away
She was not there, no one new where,
nor did they care

she took her life, she fell from grace,
never a trace
but there are more, girls by the score,
to take her place


Her Small Life (balls2)

How Could I
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

How could I
know, what you meant to me
How could I
know how happy I could be
I could not, I had forgot, 
but I know now
and I know how, 
you are everything to me

Long ago,
I thought I knew
Long ago,
you made me blue
another life, another time
But that's not today
Today, you're mine
I know, I love you so

How could I know
How could I
know how happy I could be
I could not, I had forgot, 
but I know now
and I know how, 
you are everything to me




How Could I

Chupacabra
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

In the night 
under the moon
You better run 
and get home soon

Abracadabra Abracadabra 
Here comes the chupacabra

Don't stay late
tell him to wait
You better go
Don't hesitate

Abracadabra Abracadabra 
Here comes the chupacabra

[instrumental]

It knows you're there
It loves your hair
It knows your smell
Can always tell

You are its kind
Can find you blind
It's your best friend
Lives in your mind

Abracadabra Abracadabra 
Pocas palabras
Here comes the chupacabra

In the night 
under the moon
You better run 
and get home soon

Abracadabra Abracadabra 
Here comes the chupacabra


Chupacabra

Dresses in Green
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[instrumental]

Green, always green
Her dress is green
Nothing else
Not a thing that's in between

Green, always green
Her dress is green
What she sees
I've never seen

She wore green
Always in green
Funniest girl 
I've ever seen

[instrumental]

She is strange
She'll never change
There's not a thing
I'd re-arrange

She drives me wild
Always green
Please try white
It will be alright

Green, always green
Her dress is green
What she sees
I've never seen

[instrumental]

Please try blue
Looks good on you
Try some stripes
Or polka dots
Or a plaid
You would look hot

Green, always green
Her dress is green
Nothing else
Not a thing that's in between


Green, always green
God damned green
No more green
No more green

Green, 
!ALWAYS Green


Dresses in Green (A)

Pick One Thing - Do the Work
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

Pick one thing and do it well
let the rest, go to hell

Don't try to compromise, 
everything will be half-done
You will never get a prize, 
for things done on the run

The fools who look for balance
Who meet everyone half-way
It only means they care for nothing
and do whatever others say

[chorus]
Dig right in
Make it spin
Do the work
Do the work

[instrumental]

If you don't have a thing
there is nothing you can bring
Go back home and look again
It lurks somewhere in your brain

Pick your vision get started
Don't wait to see it all
It will come as you go
Or may never come at all


[chorus]
Dig right in
Make it spin
Do the work
Do the work

[instrumental]

Don't listen to your friends
Or those that care for you
They will always hold you back
They don't see the real you

Pick one thing and do it well
let the rest, go to hell


[chorus]
Dig right in
Make it spin
Do the work
Do the work


[chorus]
Dig right in
Make it spin
Do the work
Do the work

Do the work

Do the work

[instrumental]



Pick One Thing (Do the Work)

Sometime Around 3
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


I wish there was a way
I wish I could suggest
A place for you to stay
A place where you could rest

A place to bring your wife
Where your children could stay too
A place to stay forever
We both know the answer's never

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

This world is out of room
Lots of space now on the moon
We can't afford the rent
All our money has been spent

Day by day we have less food
Day by day a little sicker
I think I know a way
To make all this a little quicker

Every night a little closer
Every day I push on through
But next morning around three
It might be the end of me

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[guitar solo]


Next Morning Around 3

Sometime Around 3
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


I wish there was a way
I wish I could suggest
A place for you to stay
A place where you could rest

A place to bring your wife
Where your children could stay too
A place to stay forever
We both know the answer's never

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

This world is out of room
Lots of space now on the moon
We can't afford the rent
All our money has been spent

Day by day we have less food
Day by day a little sicker
I think I know a way
To make all this a little quicker

Every night a little closer
Every day I push on through
But next morning around three
It might be the end of me

[bridge]
We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[instrumental]

There is no point in trying
We all know we all are lying
We all know that time is short
and that soon we will be dying

We have no way to leave
And we know that we can't stay
It seems that we are stuck
I guess it's just our luck

[outro]

Every night a little closer
Every day I push on through
But next morning around three
It might be the end of me

[guitar solo]


Take Off the Uniform
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

If I stand in front of you
Can you pull the trigger
How does it make you feel
Is your courage a bit bigger

If you shoot into a crowd
and a child cries out loud
If his mother rushes you
Will you also shoot her too

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

You are a coward and a traitor
You are serving a tin god
Take off the uniform
You should never have it on

You are following orders
You are just doing your job
That is what cowards say
They think they'll get away

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Tell them you can't do it
Tell them you resign
Take you lumps and walk away
Come over to our side

Does what you're doing make you proud
Can you talk about it out loud
You will never have a friend
Best put a bullet in your brain

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Just wait a little longer
You will stand before a jury
They are not going to forget
The ones they had to bury

Remember Nuremberg, remember Abu Ghraib
You can't do what they say
You are a psycho just like them
And for this you'll have to pay

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

Coward!
Coward!
Coward!
Take off the uniform

-/-

Tell them you can't do it
Come over to our side

Come over to our side
Come over to our side
Come over to our side

Take Off the Uniform

The End of the Race
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

We have come, to a sad place
Where no one can share a hope
and no one can raise their face
Each one barely copes

We go to work and go to sleep
So many promises to keep
Our children look at us
and their eyes 
and their eyes
their eyes they see too deep

People struggle to keep up
Some are holding out a cup
Some a laying on the steps
No longer able to get up

We were all consumed by greed
Wanted more than all our needs
While we fought for the last piece
We all died from the disease

All our dreams have now grown old
Hot days are turning cold
All the lies are now the same
All the truth is told in vain

[instrumental]

We go to work and go to sleep
So many promises to keep
Our children look at us
and their eyes 
and their eyes
their eyes they see too deep

People struggle to keep up
Some are holding out a cup
Some a laying on the steps
No longer able to get up

All our dreams have now grown old
Hot days are turning cold
All the lies are now the same
All the truth is told in vain

[instrumental]

We were all consumed by greed
Wanted more than all our needs
While we fought for the last piece
We all died from the disease

We have come, to a sad place
Where no one can raise their face
and no one can share a hope
Each one can barely cope

The End of the Race (B side)

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.  I am, however, solely responsible for selecting them.

The End of the Race (B side)

I and Ai