What I Can Do
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instro]

[instrumental]

You can threaten me with suits
with arrests and hot pursuits
You can say you'll ruin my life
Take every dime I ever had
Take my house and take my car
but you will never go this far

A quick slice across your face
a wicked smile stuck in place
A look that makes old women scared
and makes grown men 
give up their place

[instrumental]

Once I'm done working on you
Once I'm truly done and through
What I can do with my knife
You'll never be somebody's wife
Forever wish 
you had no life

A quick slice across your face
a wicked smile stuck in place
A look that makes old women scared
and makes grown men 
give up their place

[instrumental]

What I can do in just one second
In a flash before you blink
Don't go looking in a mirror
You'll be puking in the sink
And I don't even 
have to think

A quick slice across your face
a wicked smile stuck in place
A look that makes old women scared
and makes grown men 
give up their place

[instrumental]

You better leave me alone
Turn around and go back home
Don't you dare use that phone

I'm not the man you want
Go threaten someone else
I've lost all that I had
You people are plain bad
You don't want to feel my pain
then don't come back again

A quick slice across your face
a wicked smile stuck in place
A look that makes old women scared
and makes grown men 
give up their place

[instrumental]

You better leave me alone
Turn around and go back home
Don't you dare use that phone

I'm not the man you want
Go threaten someone else
I've lost all that I had
You people are plain bad
You don't want to feel my pain
then don't come back again

don't come back again

[outro]

What I Can Do

l'amour c'est inexplicable , mais heureux celui qui le trouve 

Mary

A new day begins in the soft glow of sunrise, where warmth, comfort, and togetherness set the tone. This song drifts into that perfect early-morning moment when everything feels a little slower, a little gentler, and the world can wait just a bit longer. It’s about waking up beside someone who makes the ordinary feel extraordinary — someone whose presence turns quiet mornings into something worth holding onto. With a tender, feel-good vibe, it captures the beauty of staying close, savoring stillness, and choosing connection before the day takes over.

Ein neuer Tag erwacht im warmen Licht der aufgehenden Sonne – mit Ruhe, Nähe und diesem besonderen Gefühl, wenn alles noch möglich ist. Der Song taucht in genau diesen Morgenmoment ein, in dem die Welt draußen kurz pausieren darf und nur zählt, wer bei dir bleibt. Es geht um das schöne, leichte Gefühl, neben einem Menschen aufzuwachen, der selbst einfache Augenblicke besonders macht. Ein sanfter, wohliger Start in den Tag, geprägt von Verbundenheit, Gelassenheit und dem Wunsch, diesen Moment ein kleines Stück länger festzuhalten.

Guten Morgen

Sonne geht auf
Kaffee tuckert leise vor sich hin
So sieht‘s aus und hört sich‘s an
Wenn ich zufrieden bin

Guten Morgen
Wie schön, dich zu sehen
Bist ja wirklich noch hier
War schön mit dir
Denk nicht mal dran, jetzt zu gehen
Bleib einfach bei mir

Bleib noch ein bisschen
Die Welt kann warten
Alle Straßen ohnehin grau
Bleib bei mir, Frau

Guten Morgen
Echt schön, dich zu sehen
Bist tatsächlich noch hier
So schön mit dir
Denk nicht dran, jetzt zu gehen
Bleib bei mir

Licht fällt schräg auf dein Gesicht 
Bleib genauso, wunderschön
Denn so was wie dich
Hat diese Welt noch nicht gesehen
Also zumindest meine nicht

Guten Morgen
Schön, dich zu sehen
Denk bloß nicht dran
Irgendwann zu gehen

Du bleibst von jetzt an bei mir
Ist nämlich verdammt schön mit dir


Guten Morgen

This song drifts through the afterglow of a love that’s already slipped into memory. It follows the quiet moments after goodbye—where a jacket still holds a scent, a laugh still echoes, and the road feels like the only place that makes sense. It’s about letting go without bitterness, about carrying the pieces that mattered, and finding freedom in movement. Warm, nostalgic, and tender, it rides forward with open skies, a full tank, and a heart still humming along with what used to be.

Dieser Song bewegt sich durch das sanfte Nachhallen einer Liebe, die längst zur Erinnerung geworden ist. Er erzählt von den stillen Momenten nach dem Abschied—wenn eine Jacke noch duftet, ein Lachen nachklingt und die Straße der einzige Ort scheint, der sich richtig anfühlt. Es geht ums Loslassen ohne Groll, darum, die bedeutsamen Teile mitzunehmen und Freiheit im Weiterfahren zu finden. Warm, nostalgisch und einfühlsam führt der Weg weiter—unter blauem Himmel, mit vollem Tank und einem Herz, das noch immer im Rhythmus von früher klingt.

Gone With The Radio

You left your denim jacket on my chair
Still smells like your shampoo and smoke in the air
Half a note, torn in two
“Be good to yourself” – yeah, same to you

The coffee’s cold, the sky turned grey
I swear I heard your laugh just yesterday

Bye bye, love, I’ll miss you loud
Like a song that fades in a restless crowd
Your ghost is hummin’ soft and low
But I’m already gone with the radio
Bye bye, love

Drove past that diner on 14th and Main
Where we fought like kids and danced in the rain
It hurts, but I ain’t mad
Some stories end – and that’s not bad

The nights are long, but not unkind
You’re still a fire somewhere in my mind

Bye bye, love, I’ll miss you loud
Like a song that fades in a restless crowd
Your ghost is hummin’ soft and low
But I’m already gone with the radio
Bye bye, love

I ain’t running, just moving slow
With every mile, I let you go
If I cry, it’s just the wind
Taking pieces of where we’ve been

Bye bye, love, I’ll miss you true
But I’ve got a full tank and a sky so blue
No map, no plan, just letting go
And I’m already gone with the radio
Bye bye, love

Bye bye, love


Gone With The Radio

Routine
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

Routine

I hear the sobs, their whiny tone
the awful grind of steel on bone
I turn my back and wipe the blade
I took a life, nothing in trade

I report back, I killed one more
with every day a better score
So many lives, so many dreams
Back in my tent a blur it seems

I fall sleep, this life my fate
My mind is numb, I feel no hate
My soul is cold like a machine
The death I cause is now routine

[instrumental]

I report back, I killed one more
with every day a better score
So many lives, so many dreams
Back in my tent a blur it seems

I fall sleep, this life my fate
My mind is numb, I feel no hate
My soul is cold like a machine
The death I cause is now routine

The death I cause is now routine

[instrumental]

I hear the sobs, their whiny tone
the awful grind of steel on bone
I turn my back and wipe the blade
I took a life, nothing in trade

I report back, I killed one more
with every day a better score
My soul is cold like a machine
The death I cause is now routine

[instrumental]

The death I cause is now routine

just routine

just routine

just routine

just routine

just routine


Routine (MIL)

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.

What I Can Do

I and Ai

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