### We All Are
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

My friends are narcissistic
I am too, but realistic
What I believe for me is true
But not so much for you and you

I don't answer when you call
That is cause I'm autistic
Or maybe I'm just busy
And I may only be artistic

Some say they see wild things
And that they think they are psychotic
I don't think they're wild as mine
and I just think that I'm creative

[bridge]

Some  are convinced they are neurotic
And clean their house like crazy
Some do not clean at all
They are probably just lazy

[instrumental]

Some don't pay attention
They only care about themselves
Some need constant action
They can't get no satisfaction

If you want pity and compassion
You need to have depression
Don't keep it up too long
You may trigger a recession

Some say they're on a spectrum
Which spectrum, I don't know
Some are clearly better
That's where I want to go

[bridge]

Which crazy clearly matters
Some are now in style
If you are the usual crazy
You may have to wait a while

It is sure to come in fashion
Just post it to the book
You know which book I mean
Where you fake the way you look

All this shit makes me depressed
And may be self-destructive
But the logic that they use
It all just seems reductive

[instrumental]

I'm going to take a nap
I won't be here when I wake 
Don't tell me no more shit
Or I'll walk into a lake

I won't be here when I wake 

I won't be here when I wake 

I won't be here when I wake 

[outro]



We All Are (2)

Only Sand
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

I want only to sand
to sand on and on
to sand with my hands
till the roughness is gone

To make stains go away
and for the beauty to stay
To make everything smooth
and the whole world to shine
I want only to sand
one stroke at a time

[instrumental]

I want only to sand
I want to sand what I feel
I want to sand with my heart
and make all my dreams real

Sanding lasts all day long
and to sand I stay strong
Sanding is all that I am,
when I sand I'm not wrong
But when the sanding is done
to the dust I'll belong

[instrumental]

I want only to sand
to sand on and on
to sand with my hands
till the roughness is gone

But when the sanding is done
to the dust I'll belong

to the dust I'll belong

[instrumental]

[outro]

Only Sand

Take a Stand
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

Every day in every town
I see neighbors hawled away
Things have changed, my mind has too
I now feel the same as you

We cannot let this crime go on
This is not who we should be
This is not what we believed
It is up to you and me

There is treason in the air
Revolution close at hand
Our leaders running scared
Up to us to take a stand

There is treason in the air
Revolution close at hand
Our leaders running scared
Up to us to take a stand

[instrumental]

I no longer have a hope
I no longer have the time
The end is close, no time to lie
I can't afford to say I'm fine

At one time the thing to do
We all replied in the same way
I said I'm fine and you did too
No point in "How are you?"

We must admit that we are scared
That we no longer trust
That we are ready for a change
And we will all do what we must

We must admit that we are scared
That we no longer trust
That we are ready for a change
And we will all do what we must

[instrumental]

Every day in every town
I see neighbors hawled away
Things have changed, my mind has too
I now feel the same as you

We cannot let this crime go on
This is not who we should be
This is not what we believed
It is up to you and me

There is treason in the air
Revolution close at hand
Our leaders running scared
Up to us to take a stand

There is treason in the air
Revolution close at hand
Our leaders running scared
Up to us to take a stand

[instrumental]

Take a stand
Lend a hand
It is our land

Take a stand
Take a stand

[instrumental]

[outro]

Take a Stand

More Than a Haircut
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

I was losing all my hair
I watched it fall away
I remained glued to the chair
and I let her have her way

I don't know what made me do it
It wasn't like I cared
But I saw her through the window
She was perfect standing there

She gave me the right smile
I had not had one for a while
I thought I'd take a chance
I'm in the market for romance

[instrumental]

I was losing all my hair
I watched it fall away
I remained glued to the chair
and I let her have her way

For a while I heard a buzz
after that a snip snip snip
I did not want to make a fuss
though my ear had been clipped

[bridge]

She kept on going without pause
There was a razor in her hand
All around me the pool grew
From that chair I would not stand

[instrumental]

For a while I heard a buzz
after that a snip snip snip
I did not want to make a fuss
though my ear had been clipped

She kept on going without pause
There was a razor in her hand
All around me the pool grew
From that chair I would not stand

oohhhhhhh noooooooh, I would not stand

I would not stand

[outro]

Haircut

There's No Need
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

The park is pretty in the fall
A slight chill in this brown world
Red leaves, a little green
A sign of things that once had been

Toil and schedules are all gone
not a thing for us to do
We sit, wait for the sun
our old lives are finally through

We go home and watch TV
wait for calls that will not come
We sit and stare, barely there
In this room that's not a home

It's so strange, we are not needed
There is no purpose to our lives
All the things that we once did
are not wanted, there's no need

[instrumental]

The world is now so strange
We stand in line and wait a while
our portion waits for us prepared
We no longer trade a smile

We rarely see this brand new breed
For us they have no need
Our kind will soon be gone
Hard to believe we once were one

Why bother, keep us alive
So many choose not to survive
We are only grist for the machine
Some entertain or keep things clean

We are fed, and sent to bed
We are like children, we exist
Our dreams, great aspirations
Have now faded in the mist

[instrumental]

The park is pretty in the fall
A slight chill in this brown world
Red leaves, a little green
A sign of things that once had been

Toil and schedules are all gone
not a thing for us to do
We sit, wait for the sun
our old lives are finally through

We go home and watch TV
wait for calls that will not come
We sit and stare, barely there
In this room that's not a home

[bridge]

It's so strange, we are not needed
There is no purpose to our lives
All the things that we once did
are not wanted, there's no need

We are fed, and sent to bed
We are like children, we exist
Our dreams, great aspirations
Have now faded in the mist

[outro]




There's No Need (2)

Empty Benches
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

The benches are all empty
The old people are all gone
Hard to say where they go
Have they really gone home?

They were scattered in the park
Some conservatively gray
Others in bright colors
Like chocolates on a tray

Some alone took up a bench
Or in pairs sat in silence
Some not caring about convention
In animated conversations

Some walked, carried their dogs
Others struggled, pulled along
Headphones on their head
They muttered some old song

[instrumental]

I wish I was a little older
And it was time to go home
As it is I walk the park
I seem to always walk alone

When you are a little younger
You still have dreams and hopes
Still working on your schemes
But you are running out of rope

I wish I was a little older
And I no longer had such thoughts
Whatever dreams I may still have
I think I may have bought

My dreams are not my own
I saw them in a store
Not something I have grown
Left me wanting a bit more

It won't be long before it's time
I will no longer have to walk
I'll take my bench and spend the day
'Till it's time to go away

[instrumental]

It won't be long before it's time
I will no longer have to walk
I'll take my bench and spend the day
'Till it's time to go away

[outro]

Empty Benches (B)

Timber!

here come the lumberjacks dead on our feet
go tell the cabin boy it’s time to eat
we ain’t had no sustenance, not one crumb 
hey, there, cabin boy, fetch us some
We sing, “Timber! Timber! Timber!” all day long

Up every morning before dawn cracks
Fallers do the kinda work that breaks men’s backs
Cut all day long with a crosscut saw
Drop half dead on a bed of straw
We sing, “Timber! Timber! Timber!” all day long

a tree topper’s job takes a hell of a man 
we shinny up trees as fast as we can
lop off her limbs, top off her crown
rig her up for when the yarder hauls her down
We sing, “Timber! Timber! Timber!” all day long

we are the sawyers, yeah, we work like dogs 
choppin felled trees down to smaller logs
it takes a big man to make a tall tree fall
a much tougher man gets it ready to haul
We sing, “Timber! Timber! Timber!” all day long

[solo]

i feed this hard-working, roughneck bunch
breakfast, supper, and mid-day lunch
if i had a dime for every “thanks” i get
i couldn’t even buy me a wet cigaret 

[solo]

the time has come again for me to hit the sack
Fittin for a lonely old lumberjack
dream about women, but i ain’t got none
go tell that cabin boy to fetch me one
I sing, “Timber! Timber! ….

Timber (show)

Empty Benches
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

The benches are all empty
The old people are all gone
Hard to say where they go
Have they really gone home?

They were scattered in the park
Some conservatively gray
Others in bright colors
Like chocolates on a tray

Some alone took up a bench
Or in pairs sat in silence
Some not caring about convention
In animated conversations

Some walked, carried their dogs
Others struggled, pulled along
Headphones on their head
They muttered some old song

[instrumental]

I wish I was a little older
And it was time to go home
As it is I walk the park
I seem to always walk alone

When you are a little younger
You still have dreams and hopes
Still working on your schemes
But you are running out of rope

I wish I was a little older
And I no longer had such thoughts
Whatever dreams I may still have
I think I may have bought

My dreams are not my own
I saw them in a store
Not something I have grown
Left me wanting a bit more

It won't be long before it's time
I will no longer have to walk
I'll take my bench and spend the day
'Till it's time to go away

[instrumental]

It won't be long before it's time
I will no longer have to walk
I'll take my bench and spend the day
'Till it's time to go away

[outro]





Empty Benches (6b)

I write the lyrics. Alfonso Suno composes and arranges.  Performed by the lovely Ai Ongaku and her crowd.

There's No Need (2)

I and Ai