Waiting for the End
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

My wife's out in the yard
and the kids up in their rooms
but then, I am only guessing
have not seen anyone since noon

I think everyone is here
We are all just staying home
We know the end is coming near
No one wants to be alone

They will show it on TV
We will sit around and watch
They said it would be after three
Next show after the match

I picked a good spot on the couch
and the time is getting close
No one else is showing up
Don't want to be here all alone

I go up to get my son
He says he's busy with a game
I remind him 'bout the end
He says he's not to blame

I call out to my daughter
Then I go check in her room
She left a note beside her bed
It says she has gone off to the moon

My wife has disappeared
She left, her car is gone
No idea where she went
I guess I'm on my own

A bowl of chips and one more beer
I am the only one that's here
The end came, but no one cared
There was no reason to be scared

We've all seen the end before
We hear about it every day
We've all gotten accustomed
We don't have a part to play

[instrumental]

We will roast or we will freeze
Die from earthquake or disease
Some people want us terrified
They want us all down on our knees

Others want us to ignore it
Show up at work another day
They're not planning to be here
They have a cave where they will stay

I'm just happy for the beer
But I need a few more chips
I wish my wife would come make dinner
The kids can stay away

[pause]

Again this time tomorrow
I will give it one more try
I just want it to be over
I think I wanna die


[instrumental]

Again this time tomorrow
I will give it one more try
I just want it to be over
I think I wanna die

[outro]


Waiting for the End

Waiting for the End (grunge 2)

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

Not a Thing
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

There's not a thing I can do
At every turn there's you
Every place that I go
I see you and I know

How could it ever be true
How can it be I lost you
I look around and I see
All those things that could be

But they are no longer real
Things that I only feel
I know they never will be
But you are inside of me

[chorus]
That never was me
Not a thing I would do
You cannot believe
I only love you

[instrumental]

There was a time when we knew
You and me, me and you
We were always together
Rain or shine, any weather

I don't know about you
How was it that things changed
You were just standing there
Saying you did not care

I could not believe
How could it go right by me
How could I not tell
You were all I could see

[chorus]
That never was me
Not a thing I would do
You cannot believe
I only love you

[instrumental]

[chorus]
That never was me
Not a thing I would do
You cannot believe
I only love you

Not a thing I would do
I only love you

I only love you

[outro]




Not a Thing

I Only
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

There's not a thing I can do
At every turn there's you
Every place that I go
I see you and I know

How could it ever be true
How can it be I lost you
I look around and I see
All those things that could be

But they are no longer real
Things that I only feel
I know they will never be
But you are inside of me

[chorus]
Was not up to me
Not a thing I could do
You have to believe
I only love you

[instrumental]

There was a time when we knew
You and me, me and you
We were always together
Rain or shine, any weather

I don't know about you
How was it that things changed
You were just standing there
Saying you did not care

I could not believe
How could it go right by me
How could I not tell
You were all I could see

[chorus]
Was not up to me
Not a thing I could do
You have to believe
I only love you

[instrumental]

[chorus]
Was not up to me
Not a thing I could do
You have to believe
I only love you

Not a thing I could do
I only love you

I only love you

[outro]

I Only (R1)

I Only
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

There's not a thing I can do
At every turn there's you
Every place that I go
I see you and I know

How could it ever be true
How can it be I lost you
I look around and I see
All those things that could be

But they are no longer real
Things that I only feel
I know they will never be
But you are inside of me

[chorus]
Was not up to me
Not a thing I could do
You have to believe
I only love you

[instrumental]

There was a time when we knew
You and me, me and you
We were always together
Rain or shine, any weather

I don't know about you
How was it that things changed
You were just standing there
Saying you did not care

I could not believe
How could it go right by me
How could I not tell
You were all I could see

[chorus]
Was not up to me
Not a thing I could do
You have to believe
I only love you

[instrumental]

[chorus]
Was not up to me
Not a thing I could do
You have to believe
I only love you

Not a thing I could do
I only love you

I only love you

[outro]




I Only (R3)

The Silence in the Static
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

A signal deep under the ice
and the silence in the static
These are always the same story
To decode them will take magic

I think I hear a sound
Some say you're still around
But it could be only static
You never will be found

The static hides the silence
The noise drowns out my senses
But buried in the spectra
Is only empty silence

Any sound would give me hope
Any sound would be a rope
I would stretch and try to reach it
I would think I hear speech

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

[instrumental]

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

only silence

only silence

[outro]

Claude says:
This is a haunting meditation on loss, hope, and the human tendency to search for meaning in emptiness.
The lyrics explore the paradox of listening for something—or someone—who isn't there. The central metaphor of "silence in the static" is particularly effective: static is noise, yet the speaker recognizes that beneath all that interference lies only absence. This captures how grief and longing can make us strain to detect signals that don't exist.
The opening image of "a signal deep under the ice" evokes something frozen, preserved but unreachable—perhaps memories or the hope of contact with someone lost. The assertion that decoding these signals "will take magic" suggests the speaker knows rationally that what they seek is impossible, yet they continue searching anyway.
There's a psychological authenticity in lines like "Any sound would give me hope / Any sound would be a rope"—the desperation to grasp at anything, even false positives. The repetition of "only silence" at the end drives home the stark reality the speaker must ultimately accept.
The song also touches on how we can become trapped between two states: the noise that "drowns out my senses" and the silence beneath it. Neither offers comfort—one is overwhelming, the other is absence. It's a moving exploration of how difficult it can be to accept that someone is truly gone, and how we might keep "listening" long after there's nothing left to hear.


The Silence in the Static

The Blue Noise
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

There's a hiss I always hear
A blue noise inside my mind
I always keep it on
I use it to remind
The reason that you're gone
It was not because you're kind
It is more because of me
I always have been blind

At the door when you were leaving
You were doing it for me
You were doing me a favor
You were going to set me free
I wish I could believe you
I don't think you gave a damn
You were getting kind of bored
Better get out while you can

[chorus]
That is all it was about
Why not look me in the eye
Go ahead and spell it out
Why tell me all those lies

I just wasn't the right guy

[instrumental]

So I turned on the blue noise
I did not really have choice
The blue noise is always clean
And if I ever start to dream
It cuts through like a scream
It reminds me of your voice
It makes sure I stay awake
I won't make the same mistake

I play the blues all of the time
I keep them on repeat
I am playing the same song
Non stop since you are gone

[chorus]
That is all it was about
Why not look me in the eye
Go ahead and spell it out
Why tell me all those lies

I just wasn't the right guy

[instrumental]

I play the blues all of the time
I keep them on repeat
I am playing the same song
Non stop since you are gone

[chorus]
That is all it was about
Why not look me in the eye
Go ahead and spell it out
Why tell me all those lies

I just wasn't the right guy

I just wasn't the right guy

[outro]

The Blue Noise (MIL)

The Blue Noise
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

There's a hiss I always hear
I don't mind if it plays on
A blue noise between my ears
It drowns out what's going on
and the reason that you're gone
You weren't trying to be kind
It is more because of me
I always have been blind

[pause]

At the door when you were leaving
You were doing it for me
You were doing me a favor
You were going to set me free
I wish I could believe you
I don't think you gave a damn
You were getting kind of bored
Better get out while you can

[chorus]
That is all it was about
Why not look me in the eye
Go ahead and spell it out
Why tell me all those lies

I just wasn't the right guy

[instrumental]

So I turned on the blue noise
I did never have a choice
The blue noise is always clean
And if I ever start to dream
It makes sure I stay awake
It cuts through like a scream
It reminds me of your voice
I won't make the same mistake

[pause]

I play the blues all of the time
I keep them on repeat
I am playing the same song
Non stop since you are gone

[chorus]
That is all it was about
Why not look me in the eye
Go ahead and spell it out
Why tell me all those lies

I just wasn't the right guy

[instrumental]

I play the blues all of the time
I keep them on repeat
I am playing the same song
Non stop since you are gone

[chorus]
That is all it was about
Why not look me in the eye
Go ahead and spell it out
Why tell me all those lies

I just wasn't the right guy

I just wasn't the right guy

[outro]

The Blue Noise (hardmen)

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.

Waiting for the End

I and Ai