Feel It Again

Today I Choose to Stay

F@ck It

The city's sleeping, what a bore
Let's write our names on every door
Got a pocket full of nothing much
But we got that electric touch
The streetlights flicker, keeping time
To our own perfect, little crime

They play by the rules, they stand in line
We'll draw our own in a crooked design
Yeah, we got a signal, we got a sign!

Oh, we are static and gasoline
The best disaster you've ever seen
We're the trouble in the in-between
Yeah, we are static and gasoline!

Cracked a smile at the warning sign
Jumped the fence at a quarter to nine
Your laughter's like a siren's call
Ready to watch the whole thing fall
They're all living in black and white
We'll paint this town in neon light

They play by the rules, they stand in line
We'll draw our own in a crooked design
Yeah, we got a signal, we got a sign!

Oh, we are static and gasoline
The best disaster you've ever seen
We're the trouble in the in-between
Yeah, we are static and gasoline!

Let 'em stare, let 'em talk, we don't even care
We got our own beat, we're walking on air
In this town of gray, we're a neon flare...

Oh, we are static and gasoline!
The best disaster you've ever seen!
We're the trouble in the in-between!
Yeah, we are static and gasoline!

Static and gasoline!

A Minor Apocalypse

I like you

The Bad Side of the World
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
This is the bad side of the world
Where you never can grow old
When you cannot pull your weight
You are left out in the cold

You learn to fear the stick
For a moment hesitate
You will feel a nice sharp kick
and they'll take away your plate

You better keep on moving quick
and you can't ever get sick
Can't miss a day and not show up
If you  do, your time is up

your time is up

[chorus]
You need to make your masters happy
They want service, make it snappy
You need to do it with a smile
And keep their toilets clean
You only have one purpose
To service the machine

[instrumental]

[verse]


[chorus]
You need to make your masters happy
They want service, make it snappy
You need to do it with a smile
And keep their toilets clean
You only have one purpose
To service the machine

[2:15][instrumental]

[verse]
This is the bad side of the world
The streets ain't lined with gold
The pavement's always wet
And you always feel the cold

You can't afford to pay the rent
In one day your money's spent
You beg for food and one more hit
Just one more until you quit

The police are on their way
They plan to take you all away
They'll want to lock you up
If you run, your time is up

your time is up

[chorus]
You need to make your masters happy
They want service, make it snappy
You need to do it with a smile
And keep their toilets clean
You only have one purpose
To service the machine

[outro]

Arrangement:
Kick off with raw, fuzz-laden guitars and heavily distorted power chords, backed by dynamic, punchy drums and a gritty, driving bassline. Verse sections lean louder with strong clear, spoken-style vocals and minimalist instrumentation, exploding to full, aggressive intensity in the chorus. End with a noisy outro, layers of feedback and loose, unpolished playing.

The Bad Side of the World

Barriers, barriers — concrete code,

Poems rust under the writer’s load.

Muse in exile, drunk on static,

I build my church from wires and panic.

Barriers, barriers — scream of steel,

The louder it gets, the less I feel.

Barriers

The Return Of The Crazy Man, Maybe  (0805)

On Our Way

Title: The Worn Soul
Style: grit · soul · rock
Tempo: Slow → Accelerating → Fast
Vocal: Soft → Urgent → Assertive → Desperate

A soul that has been through too much — worn thin by the world, by systems, by expectation, by invisible hands. This is the slow burn into the internal war… the one no one sees… the one nobody can escape. It rises and breaks in waves — from quiet reflection into chaos, into questioning, into rage and into the final fight for what’s left inside.

This track explores the fracture between peace and violence, hope and despair — the thin line between control and freedom — and the moment when you realize the war isn’t “out there” anymore. It’s within.

This is The Worn Soul.
This is where you fight back.

(cover art is stylized, surreal realism — reflecting the internal storm, the lived scars, and the fight to hold on to what matters)

The Worn Soul

Blackhole Heartbeat

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 Bad Side of the World

I and Ai

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