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 (3)

“Burning Love” tells the story of someone stuck in the loop of everyday life, haunted by what’s been lost. It’s that quiet ache that sneaks into your mornings, the silence of a note left behind, the way familiar things start to fade when a person you love is gone. Between old routines, muted laughter from the TV, and songs that still carry her voice, the narrator drifts through the echoes of what used to be. There’s warmth, regret, and a restless longing to break free — to feel alive again, even if it hurts.

„Burning Love“ erzählt von einem Menschen, der in der Routine des Alltags festhängt und von dem Verlust nicht loskommt. Es ist dieses leise Ziehen, das sich morgens in den Kaffee schleicht, der Zettel auf dem Küchentisch, das Verstummen vertrauter Dinge, wenn jemand fehlt. Zwischen alten Gewohnheiten, dem fahlen Licht des Fernsehers und Liedern, die noch ihre Stimme tragen, tastet sich der Erzähler durch die Schatten der Vergangenheit. Eine Geschichte voller Wärme, Wehmut und dem Drang, endlich wieder zu leben – auch wenn es weh tut.

Burning Love

Mein Kaffee schmeckt morgens schon länger nach Pappe
Ich schau aus dem Fenster, alles Herbst und grau
Elvis singt Burning Love - Ach, halt einfach die Klappe
Du fehlst mir, Frau

Auf dem Küchentisch liegt dein Zettel
„Bin gleich zurück...“
Seit Jahren starrt er mich an
Und ich gönn mir noch‘n Blick
Hör deine Musik
Oh Mann
Verdammt

Der Fernseher erzählt mir Geschichten, krieg nicht viel mit
Drogenbosse, schräger Anwalt, alles sehr cool
Dein Lachen in jeder Ecke, auf Schritt und Tritt
Sitz lethargisch auf deinem Stuhl

Und auf dem Tisch liegt ein Zettel
„Bin gleich zurück...“
Schon Jahre schweigt er mich an
Gönn mir noch‘n Blick
Spiel deine Musik
Oh Mann
Verdammt

Mein Nachbar singt falsch im Treppenhaus
Halts echt nicht mehr aus
Ich muss hier raus

Und in der Küche liegt dein Zettel
„Bin gleich zurück...“
Schweigt mich an
Lacht mich aus
Verdammt
Ich muss hier raus

Saul Goodman redet sich um Kopf und Kragen
Nicht nur er träumt von besseren Tagen


Burning Love

“Back to Blue” was inspired by William Shatner’s reflections after his journey to space in 2021 — words filled with wonder, grief, and a deep love for our fragile home. The song traces that emotional arc: from the cold vastness of space to the warmth of the blue below. It’s a quiet realization that all the beauty we search for beyond the stars might already exist within us. A cosmic lullaby about coming home — to Earth, to truth, to connection.

„Back to Blue“ wurde inspiriert von William Shatners Gedanken nach seiner Reise ins All im Jahr 2021 – Worte voller Staunen, Trauer und einer tiefen Liebe zu unserer zerbrechlichen Heimat. Der Song folgt diesem emotionalen Bogen: von der kalten Weite des Alls zurück zur Wärme des blauen Planeten. Eine leise Erkenntnis, dass all das Schöne, das wir jenseits der Sterne suchen, längst in uns selbst liegt. Eine kosmische Ballade über das Heimkehren – zur Erde, zur Wahrheit, zur Verbundenheit.

Took the ride, broke the sky
Slipped the leash, watched Earth slide by
The others laughed, turned weightless in the air
But I was glued to the glass, just staring there

Looking down at that paper-thin line
The breath we all share, the edge of time

And I saw death
In the dark beyond the blue
Not a star, not a whisper
Just the cold, hard truth
I turned back
To the light I always knew
All the beauty isn’t out there
It’s back in the blue

No choir, no cosmic sign
No voice from the void, no grand design
I thought I’d feel some higher grace
But all I felt was empty space

And the Earth, she spun below
A fragile fire, a steady glow

And I saw death
In the dark beyond the blue
Not a dream, not a welcome
Just a room with no view
So I turned back
To the light I always knew
All the meaning isn’t out there
It’s back in the blue

It was supposed to feel like flying
But it felt more like goodbye
Like a silence that keeps lying
While the truth is passing by

They should’ve sent a poet
But maybe it takes grief
To see the life that’s growing
Underneath your feet

Yeah I saw death
In the dark beyond the blue
And I came home
To the only thing that’s true
Now I turn back
To the light I almost lost
All the wonder isn’t out there
It’s right here with us

Back in the blue…
Back in the blue…
Where everything begins
And everything is you


Back To Blue

le coeur , l’hospitalité   , et quant celui que l'on accueille  ne veux plus se fondre ,mais  te remplacer, les limites de l'hospitalité

l'hospitalité du monde

Who is it that is there
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
These days we're losing dreams
No quiet walks by clear streams
Instead, all we have left
Is busy days and hopeless schemes

In a struggle to keep up 
All of our time traded away
We race uphill all of our lives
Our world becomes all work, no play

All the silence given up
Only noise and endless choice
All the same, are we to blame?
Yet again, we had no voice

What is it that we do?
We turn to everything not true
We tell another lie
And blame the other guy

[chorus]
In these days of paranoia
Lives in vague despair
A small sound, we turn around
Who is it that is there?

[instrumental]

[verse]
Whichever way we try to turn
Another bridge ready to burn
In not too long, all options gone
We see, we've missed our turn

We look back, what should have been
Was there a path remained unseen
We did not pay attention
Is there hope for some redemption

Can we try to think of others
See that we are much more than brothers
We have leaders we can't trust
and we must do what we must

What is it that we do?
We turn to everything not true
We tell another lie
And blame the other guy

[chorus]
In these days of paranoia
Lives in vague despair
A small sound, we turn around
Who is it that is there?

Who is it that is there?

Who is it that is there?

Who is it that is there?

[instrumental]

[outro]

Arrangement: 
Nora + 70%
Dreamy electric organ lays the foundation, joined by reverb-soaked guitar with gentle vibrato. 
Bass pulses lazily while crisp snares and rolling toms lock a slow groove. 
Expressive, bluesy lead guitar, creating a lush psychedelic haze.





Who is it that is there

Only Coffee
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

Only coffee, only that
That is all that I can hope
A little time, just a chat
You will ask, how do I cope

I smile and laugh it off
I ask about the house
I tell you something funny
Do you still have that mouse

But it comes up once again
I will have to speak of us
Does it still cause me pain?
I laugh, only when it rains

I look outside the window
Sure as hell, I see the rain
Did you have to ask right now?
When you know I hope in vain

You are the only friend I have
and I am not much of a friend
I share with you my grief
I don't need to pretend

[instrumental]

I want to hurt myself
I want to take revenge
I ask you about her
I tell you she is strange

You smile and look down
You know what I am doing
I have done this thing before
I should not do it anymore

We know it's time to stop
We start to say goodbye
Only coffee, only that
It always makes me cry

[instrumental]

Only coffee, only that
That is all that I can hope
A little time, just a chat

Only coffee, only that

[outro]



Arrangement:
slow samba romantic sad female voice




Only Coffee (AS)

Your Land Ain't my Land
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
We gotta split this land in two
A different land for me and you
Can't live together any longer
Each passing day the hate grows stronger

[verse]
If you want to stay behind
Live in ignorance and fear
I would not wish this for you
But there is nothing I can do

[verse]
You made your choice
Won't change your mind
You have shown to all your face
We are no longer the same kind

[chorus]
You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

[instrumental]

[verse]
I gotta get away from you
All my friends are going too
We can't afford to have you near
We can't tell what you will do

[verse]
You can't be trusted with our children
Can't be allowed near our schools
Your goons waiting 'round the corner
We will not be their tools

[verse]
We will leave this place for you
Your racism and hate
The time for words has now gone by
and You can't say we did not try
But I'm afraid it's now too late


[chorus]
You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

[instrumental]

You can keep your ignorance and poverty
But it ain't the thing for me
We sure wish it all goes well
And Hope it takes you straight to hell

[chorus]
You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

You go your way
I'll go mine
Go right now
We're out of time

straight to hell

straight to hell

straight to hell

We Hope it takes you straight to hell

[outro]

Your Land Ain't my Land

“Better Start Eating Healthy” is a witty reflection on modern life — where technology knows everything, and we might just be forgetting how to take care of ourselves. With smoky charm and a bittersweet wink, the song turns a simple message into a soulful confession: maybe it’s time to close the laptop, eat your veggies, and remember that real care doesn’t come from a chatbot. Blending humor, warmth, and a touch of melancholy, it’s a late-night toast to staying human in a world run by Wi-Fi and code.

„Better Start Eating Healthy“ ist eine charmant-ironische Bestandsaufnahme unseres digitalen Alltags – in einer Welt, in der Algorithmen alles wissen, aber keiner mehr richtig zuhört. Mit rauer Stimme und bittersüßem Augenzwinkern erinnert der Song daran, dass echte Fürsorge nicht aus dem Laptop kommt. Zwischen Witz, Wärme und leiser Melancholie wird aus dem Aufruf zum Gemüseschneiden eine Hymne auf das Menschsein im Zeitalter der KI.

Better Start Eating Healthy

I saw a kid in scrubs at the coffee shop
Typing questions like “What’s a stethoscope?”
Laptop glowin’, nerves are showin’
And ChatGPT is doing all the work he’s knowin’

He says “One more quiz and I’m almost there
A few more prompts and I’m a millionaire”
He’s got the lab coat, not the know-how
And I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ — oh no, wow

Better start eating healthy
Grow tomatoes on your shelf, B
‘Cause your future doc’s been googling hearts
While mine’s playin’ Mario Kart
Better drink your water, skip that pie
You might just live ‘cause you didn’t try
To trust a guy with a Wi-Fi degree
So eat your greens religiously

He’s memorizing bones with a chatbot cheat
And can’t tell a lung from a piece of meat
But hey, he’s got great bedside charm
And a playlist for open-heart alarms

This ain’t hate, it’s a PSA
In a world where AI leads the way
Just sayin’ — maybe run today
Before your surgeon types in what to say

Better start eating healthy
Broccoli’s your new wealthy
Your doc’s got a diploma from the cloud
So chew that carrot and make Mom proud
No offense to future MDs
But some of y’all skipped the PhDs
So if you cough, just sip some tea
And pray it’s nothing you can’t beat

Yeah, better start eating healthy
‘Cause tech support ain’t doin’ surgery


Better Start Eating Healthy

“beste freunde” paints a cinematic moment where friendship blurs into something deeper — a night charged with emotion, memory, and unspoken attraction. Between humor and heartache, the story unfolds in small gestures: a look, a smile, a heartbeat that tips the world off balance. Wrapped in warm soul-pop grooves and the nostalgic sigh of Parisian melancholy, this song captures the quiet electricity that lingers when two people cross the line between comfort and desire.

„beste freunde“ erzählt von diesem einen Moment, in dem Freundschaft kippt – leise, fast zufällig, und doch voller Spannung. Zwischen Lächeln und Schweigen, Nähe und Unsicherheit entfaltet sich eine Atmosphäre aus Wärme, Humor und einem Hauch Wehmut. Der Song verbindet souligen Pop mit einem nostalgischen Chanson-Gefühl und fängt die Magie jener Nacht ein, in der aus Vertrautheit plötzlich Sehnsucht wird.

Beste Freunde

„Gehen wir zu mir?“
Frag ich
Wahrscheinlich zum tausendsten Mal
„Warum nicht?“
Sagst du
„Ist eh schon egal“

Beste Freunde
Durch dick und dünn
Heut bist du irgendwie anders
Wonach steht dir der Sinn?
Game of Thrones?
Breaking Bad?

Und dann bleibst du einfach liegen, auf meinem Bett
Lady in Red
Lady in Red
Mit nem Lächeln
Das Eisberge zum Schmelzen bringt
Burning Love
Wie Elvis singt
Mmh Mmh Mmh
„Komm schon“, sagst du
„Die Uhr tickt“
Und meine Welt kippt
Und wie sie kippt

Deine Haare riechen nach Regen
Dein Blick sagt „Trau dich“
Dein Knie berührt meins
Mein Zittern verrät mich

Und dann...
Oh Mann!

Du bleibst einfach liegen, auf meinem Bett
Lady in Red
Lady in Red
Ein Lächeln
Wie es Eisberge zum Schmelzen bringt
Burning Love
Wie Elvis singt
Mmh Mmh Mmh
„Die Uhr tickt“
Und meine Welt kippt
Sie kippt

Auf dem Fußboden liegt dein rotes Kleid
Und irgendwo zwischen uns brennt die Luft
Alles riecht nach Anfang

Und du bleibst einfach liegen, auf meinem Bett
Lady in Red
Lady in Red
Die ganze Nacht
Burning Love
Mmh Mmh Mmh
Die Uhr hat aufgehört zu ticken
Und die Welt zu kippen 

Ich liebe dich
Stammel ich
Und du strahlst mich an
Oh Mann...


Beste Freunde

“Denim Dreams” is a nostalgic journey through faded moments and small-town summers that never quite leave your heart. It’s a story of two souls stitched together by youth, cheap thrills, and blue jeans — finding beauty in the ordinary and love in the in-between. With a warm, rootsy pop-rock energy that shimmers between joy and reflection, the song feels like a whistled memory — light, familiar, and echoing long after it fades. It celebrates the way memories linger, even when everything else moves on. It’s that feeling of driving home at sunset with the windows down — somewhere between goodbye and forever.

„Denim Dreams“ ist eine nostalgische Reise durch verblasste Erinnerungen und endlose Kleinstadt-Sommer, die das Herz nie ganz loslassen. Eine Geschichte zweier Menschen, verbunden durch Jugend, Leichtsinn und Blue Jeans – voller Schönheit im Alltäglichen und Liebe in den Zwischenmomenten. Mit einem warmen Pop-Rock-Sound, der zwischen Freude und Melancholie schimmert, klingt der Song wie eine gepfiffene Erinnerung – leicht, vertraut und lange nachhallend. Er feiert, wie Erinnerungen bleiben, selbst wenn alles andere vergeht. Es ist dieses Gefühl, mit offenen Fenstern in den Sonnenuntergang zu fahren – irgendwo zwischen Abschied und Für immer.

Denim Dreams

She wore denim like a promise made
In a laundromat two blocks from Broadway
Sipped her Coke, feet bare on the tiles
Said, “Cheap dreams still last a while”

I fixed the jukebox with a pocketknife
Played “Rocket Man” like it saved my life
She laughed and said, “You’re not too old”
Then danced like no one ever told her no

Denim dreams never fade
Even when the sky turns grey
You and me, small-town parade
No gold, just jeans, and lemonade
Na Na Na – we stayed
Mmh Mmh Mmh – we played

Her lipstick smudged on my hoodie string
She stole a ring from a vending machine
Wrote her number on a diner check
Said, “Call me if your world goes wrecked”

“Don’t wait for life to get fancy,” she said,
“Blue jeans are made for falling instead.”

Denim dreams never fade
Even when the years betray
You and me, fire escape serenade
No crown, no plan, just a beat-up cascade
Da Da Da – we stayed
Mmh Mmh Mmh – we played

We didn’t rise, we didn’t fall
Just lived between the cracks in it all

Denim dreams never fade
Not even when you walk away
Your echo’s stitched in yesterday
Still got your thread in my parade
Na Na Na – okay
Mmh Mmh Mmh – halfway

Streetlight buzz, an empty frame
And a jacket that still smells like rain


Denim Dreams

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 Gray Fuzzy Middle (3)

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