Common Man - American't

Coming Clean (v4)
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

I am sorry in advance
I know that I can't sing
Can't recognize a tone
Can't play a god damned thing

[verse]

I cannot keep a beat
I just keep tapping on the floor
I don't know what I'm doing
And I know nothin' more

I don't claim to write the music
Or play an instrument
I can't do this on my own
I can't hold the microphone

All I do is write the words
I make them sound like what I've heard
All the rest is the machine
You see, I'm coming clean

[instrumental]

I wish that I was better
Don't think that I don't try
I wish that I knew more
All I've got is this A.I.

Some may say that it's not fair
Why do they play my songs?
It may be I don't belong
So, I am, a little scared

No one wants to work with me
All I have is an A.I.
I may be pissing up a tree
But I thought that I would try

[instrumental]

You can take all that I have done
You can use a little bit
Or gut the whole damned thing
And tell me that it's shit
Or you can use it in your song
It cannot be all wrong
Don't tell me to go home
It cannot be all wrong

It would be nice to work with people
It would be nice to have a friend
I could be the Bernie
But I need Elton in the end

I could be the Bernie
But I need Elton in the end

I need Elton in the end

[outro]

Coming Clean


Well moneyed.
Well dressed,
All the cards
Held to his chest.
Never known what going without means.
Nice suit, 
nice car,
Heaven knows 
he’ll go far.
Silver spoons don’t tarnish in this scene.


Right school,
Right voice,
Talking proper,
Ain’t a choice.
Got to have the breeding and the wealth.
Top dog,
Top job,
City gents,
Earn a few bob,
One dozen mansions don’t pay for themselves.


Oh, Mister Moneybags
(la la la la la)
Won’t you spare a sixpence for me?
Oh, Mister Moneybags,
(la la la la la)
Don’t you have a bit to spare for me?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know there’s more to life than this?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know your life isn’t so rich?
 

Got married,
Young wife.
Hates his guts,
But likes the life.
Waited on and pandered to all day.
She cheats,
He strays.
Got the maid,
In the family way
She won’t tell, but he’s gonna have to pay.


All front,
No heart
Nobody taught,
Him the part
Of how to be a decent human being
No friends,
No love,
It may rain money,
From above.
That don’t mean you’re some kind of a king.


All front,
No heart
Nobody taught,
Him the part
Of how to be a decent human being
No friends,
No love,
It may rain money,
From above.
That don’t mean you’re some kind of a king.


Oh, Mister Moneybags
(la la la la la)
Won’t you spare a sixpence for me?
Oh, Mister Moneybags,
(la la la la la)
Don’t you have a bit to spare for me?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know there’s more to life than this?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know your life isn’t so rich?
 
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know there’s more to life than this?
Oh, Mister Moneybags!
(la la la la la)
Don’t you know your life isn’t so rich?

Mister Moneybags

The torture never stops

An 80's hair band version of one of my most listened to songs on here. Hope you dig it!

Forever Mine (80's Guitar Rock Mastered Version)

This Economy
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

They fly in, and they fly out
In their choppers and their jets
Cruise the scene in limousines
There ain't no place, 
that they ain't been

They have elephants for pets
Rooms with bars, are always wet
Not one star that they ain't met
and they never lost a bet

oooooooohhh   oooooooohhh

But look at me, yeah look at me
There ain't nothing here to see
All you have is plain ol' me
Someone who will never be

[chorus]
This economy
Does it ever work for me
This economy
Does it ever work for me
Food, shelter, and some wine
A little care 
From time to time
Why can't it do that for me
Why can't it do that for me

[instrumental]

They wanna live forever
They are building never-never
They will leave us all behind
Never mind, oh never mind
The system ain't for us
We are here to keep things clean
We belong back o' the bus
Never heard and never seen

oooooooohhh   oooooooohhh

But look at me, yeah look at me
There is a little here to see
Just a man who wants to be
Not too much, just time for tea

[chorus]
This economy
Does it ever work for me
This economy
Does it ever work for me
Food, shelter, and some wine
A little care 
From time to time
Why can't it do that for me
Why can't it do that for me

[instrumental]

They are out to settle scores
always fighting secret wars
They never hold a gun
Fools like me get all the fun
We die to guard their oil
Bodies left on foreign soils
We come back, we've been forgotten
Our reward is sweat an toil

oooooooohhh   oooooooohhh

But look at me, yeah look at me
What do I want to be
Be careful where you look
We're tired of playing by the book

[chorus]
This economy
Does it ever work for me
This economy
Does it ever work for me
Food, shelter, and some wine
A little care 
From time to time
Why can't it do that for me
Why can't it do that for me

[instrumental]

oooooooohhh   oooooooohhh

Why can't it do that for me
Why can't it do that for me

But look at me, yeah look at me
What do I want to be
Be careful where you look
We're tired of playing by the book

We're tired of playing by the book

We're tired of playing by the book

[outro]

This Economy

Scars on the soul. Fire in the veins. The long road ahead.
Broken Highway is Frost Livingston’s return to the open road — a blues-soaked, southern-rock journey through heartbreak, survival, and redemption.

Each song burns with truth — from the storm-soaked swagger of “Whiskey Rain” to the late-night ache of “Cold Coffee Blues” and the triumphant fire of “Crash and Rise.” It’s the sound of a man who’s been through hell and came back driving harder than ever.

Gritty guitars, cinematic storytelling, and southern soul collide across 14 tracks that tell the next chapter of a life rebuilt from the ashes.
This isn’t just blues — it’s life behind the wheel, headlights through the dark, and faith that refuses to die.

“Broken Highway isn’t about where you’ve been — it’s about how far you’re willing to go.”

hd_1. broken highway

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

About a man from Oakland, California, who went down to "ground zero" of the blues. 

I Went Down to Clarksdale

One Needs a Reason
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Wave a flag, root for your team
The one god, the beauty queen
A movie star, and a rock idol
It is all, part of the dream


[verse]
When there's nothing in your life
Care little for yourself
When you know you are nowhere
And that you never will be there

You need to find a reason
You'll wait in pain for the next season
You can't take it anymore
Your whole world is in the score


[verse]
The next concert, one more hit
The best song, he can't go wrong
last seen in Rome, His hair in curls
just out shopping, for some pearls


The big scene, can't be unseen
When the beast took her to play
And the chase around the world
Laser guns, androids that pray

[verse]
But the thing that's got them beat
This is really the big treat
An orange pig dressed in a suit
after the world in hot pursuit

That is the thing to see
Hugging a flag, but can't go pee

[instrumental]

[verse]
There's the preacher, all in white
He likes the boys, and little girls
But all he does is right
He loves his god with all his might

And the loud and angry leader
Or the one that sounds so calm
What they say is based on science
All the hate, it does no harm

You know they're so patriotic
They love their master, so despotic
They are hoping for a cut
They run around, bitches in rut

[verse]
But the thing that's got them beat
This is really the big treat
An orange pig in a blue suit
after the world in hot pursuit

[verse]
But the thing that's got them beat
This is really the big treat
An orange pig in a blue suit
after the world in hot pursuit

That is the thing to see
Hugging a flag, but can't go pee

He can't go pee
He can't go pee

He can't go pee

[outro]




One Needs a Reason

Oh To Be an American't - Rant #1
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Oh to be an american't
I can have just what I want
But I gotta keep my job 
If I don't I'll lose my pay
And can't afford my medication
And can't have the operation
And I have to take the drugs
Made by the corporation
That drove me from my home
The ones that gave me my addiction
So I have to give them up
But they know that I will fail
And if I do I'll go to jail
But  they don't really care
They get paid because I'm there
You might say that it's not fair
But the politicians smile
They'll say I had a fair trial
And they want a fair election
Paid for by corporations
And if you think that it's a circle
Well welcome to the club
This is where it all got started
So I'm gonna end my rant
Oh to be an american't

[instrumental]

But just in case you missed it
I will say it once again

[verse]
Oh to be an american't
I can have just what I want
But I gotta keep my job 
If I don't I'll lose my pay
And can't afford my medication
And can't have the operation
And I have to take the drugs
Made by the corporation
That drove me from my home


The ones that gave me my addiction
So I have to give them up
But they know that I will fail
And if I do I'll go to jail
But  they don't really care
They get paid because I'm there
You might say that it's not fair
But the politicians smile
They'll say I had a fair trial
And they want a fair election
Paid for by corporations
And if you think that it's a circle
Well welcome to the club
This is where it all got started
So I'm gonna end my rant
Oh to be an american't

[outro]

Oh To Be an American't - Rant #1

Complete Control- American't Rant #2
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Well they have you by the balls
It is called complete control
You think that you are free
But just try to pull away
You will feel a little pressure
And then a little tug
And if you want a little more
Just think about insurance
And think about the rent
And by the time you've paid for food
Your money has been spent
And it is all about the money
There is nothing else that matters

[instrumental]

[verse]
You know they kidnap children
And you know that they start wars
And the police'll rough you up
And you'll end up in a jail
And it will be across the world
And no one will ever know
'Cause your lawyer cannot find you
So go ahead and tell them
That you don't like what they're doing
But you know that you won't
In the end you just don't care
As long as it ain't you

[instrumental]

[verse]
You will vote for the same monsters
Because they talk about your taxes
And sure, they'll be lower
But you won't have insurance
And the roads won't be repaired
And your children will be scared
But they will charge you for a tariff
Another name for taxes
And that money they will keep
They will give it to the rich
And you won't make a peep

[verse]
So keep doing what you're doing
'Cause they have you by the balls
It is called complete control

[instrumental]

'Cause they have you by the balls

'Cause they have you by the balls

It is called complete control

complete control

complete control

[outro]

Complete Control (American't Rant #2)

American't Leaders (Rant No. 3)
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
Patriotic, idiotic, religious and psychotic
This is what this land's become

You need to stop believing
in your leaders good intentions
They believe in nothing more
Than a world of their invention

They are the cause of most your problems
They say they're doing it for you
They will tell you the same story
Dreams of wealth and dreams of glory
They will tell you that you're great
All you need is some more hate
But when freedom is for some
It soon will be for none

[pause]

This new world is run by liars
Scam artists and grifters
They believe that they are wolves
and that you are stupid sheep
They know that they can trick you
You have always been too weak

[chorus]
No, You don't have what it takes
You don't have what it takes
You are nothing but some sheep
And you always have been weak

[instrumental][1:59]

[verse]
Patriotic, idiotic, religious and psychotic
This is what this land's become

We are all free to believe
Exactly the same way
We all need to return
To a dream of yesterday

These guys that run the world
Golf all day and sail their yachts
Don't you ever stop to think
Where it is they get their money
They don't print it in their basements
It always has been you, honey

[pause]

[verse]
You want a better life
You want to do better than survive
You're gonna have to change your tune
You're gonna have to switch your side
Because the side you are on
They're skinning you alive

[chorus]
No, You don't have what it takes
You don't have what it takes
You are nothing but some sheep
And you always have been weak

[instrumental]

[chorus]
No, You don't have what it takes
You don't have what it takes
You are nothing but some sheep
And you always have been weak

When freedom is for some
It soon will be for none

[4:02]

[outro]



American't Leaders (Rant No. 3)

The Bones Of J.R. Jones "Hammers And Nails"

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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.

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