I Hear the Hounds
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

You were all I ever wanted
I was happy loving you
Why did you stop the ride?
You know that you can't hide

I met you in the park
I waited in the dark
I pushed you in the water
Not that it would matter

There is no time to wait around
It's time to run, 
to get away
I cannot stay
I have to run
to get away
I cannot stay

[guitar solo]

You took the blow
I saw you falter
I saw you hit the ground
You did not make a sound
You would not be found

We could have gone together
We could have kept on riding

There is no time to wait around
It's time to run, 
to get away
I cannot stay
I have to run
to get away
I cannot stay


[guitar solo]

I see the lights 
I hear the hounds
Can't make a sound

There is no time to wait around
It's time to run, 
to get away
I cannot stay
I have to run
to get away
I cannot stay

I hear the hounds

[outro]

I Hear the Hounds

[instrumental]

In the night we see the lights that tell us all the lies
In the night I feel the fright, it wells up in my mind
The hounds out in the yard, they sing to me alone
When the hounds make that sound, 
the devil's in his throne

The sound fills me with fear
It says the monster is now near

[bridge]

Hold on to me
Please give me a line
Hold on to me
Hold on onto my mind

Help, I'm going down
To the bottom
Help, I'm going down
To the bottom

[instrumental]

The sound fills me with fear
It says the monster is now near

Hold on to me
Please give me a line
Hold on to me
Hold on onto my mind

Help, I'm going down
To the bottom
Help, I'm going down
To the bottom

[instrumental]

*howling*
"aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The hounds are at my side
The hounds are in my mind
The howls are in my ears
They never have been kind


Hold on to me
Please give me a line
Hold on to me
Hold on onto my mind

Help, I'm going down
To the bottom
Help, I'm going down
To the bottom

[howling]("aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu")
[howling]("aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu")
[howling]("aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu")

[instrumental]

Hold on to me
Please give me a line
Hold on to me
Hold on onto my mind

Help, I'm going down
To the bottom
Help, I'm going down
To the bottom

[howling]("aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu")
[howling]("aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu")
[howling]("aaaahhhh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu")

[instrumental]


The Hounds (v45 cy)

Yeah, Right!
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

Yeah, Right!

Assonance, dissonance, and rectitudinal insolence
I appear and retreat
I traverse the horizon
I intend to give in, to relinquish all hope,
to withdraw in defeat
But return without reason
I do not sound the same 
I disturb your entrancement
I apply my own rules
with no regard for the moment

Yeah, Right!

A flirtation with chance
A neglect of romance
The entrance suspicious
The appearance audacious
The reaction delicious
My motives ambitious
Then ambivalence strikes
And we return to the dance

At the center of motion
With unequaled attraction
With the smoothness of lotion
And no hope of retraction
We avoid interaction
In a spasm of fury
Without entering a plea
We abandon the jury

And we are gone
And we are gone
We can't hear the tone

We are gone

ooommhh papa dowahhh
ooommhh papa dowahhh
ooommhh papa dowahhh
a choo cun cun a choo cun cun

!YEAH, RIGHT!


Yeah, Right! (IM Jimmy)

Yeah, Right! (w/fuzz)

What Is Life
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]


What Is Life?
I don't know, ask my wife

If I knew, would it matter
In an ocean of water
It's a drop with no name
They all are the same

[instrumental]

Life is debt left unpaid
full of words left unsaid
It is hopes spent on dreams,
vague thoughts never seen

Lived on lands never been,
all our plans only schemes
Wild desires never shown,
burning fires all alone

What Is Life?
I don't know, ask my wife

[instrumental]


Things like that
I don't know
Thoughts like that
I don't show

I keep them inside
Only place I can hide
I go to work when it's nice
I don't tell the guys

They don't ask about that
They don't care anyway
You can walk up to them
and ask plain as day

What Is Life?
But you know what they'll say
I don't know, ask my wife
Ask my wife

Ask my wife

[outro]


What is Life

What Is Life
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

What Is Life?
Yeah, What Is Life?
Don't ask me
I don't know, ask my wife

If I knew, would it matter
In an ocean of water
I'm a drop with no name
We all are the same

[instrumental]

Life is debt left unpaid
full of words left unsaid
It is hopes spent on dreams,
vague thoughts never seen

Lived on lands never been,
all our plans only schemes
Wild desires never shown,
burning fires all alone

What Is Life?
I don't know, ask my wife

[instrumental]

Things like that
I don't know
Thoughts like that
I don't show

I keep them inside
Only place I can hide
I go to work when it's nice
I don't tell the guys

They don't ask about that
They don't care anyway
You can walk up to them
and ask plain as day

What Is Life?
But you know what they'll say
I don't know, ask my wife
Ask my wife

Ask my wife

[outro]

What is Life (very retro)

At Three in the Morning
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

It is three in the morning
And here I am, one more time
At three in morning
I can write, I have time

At three in the morning
A time you think is night
Everything is so much clearer
Everything just comes out right

I can think, I can dream
Ponder stuff, and make up schemes
I can worry, with no hurry
And some things, well, I can bury

[instrumental]

When I get up way too late
With voices all around me
With dogs that want attention
I can't worry 'bout redemption

You cannot have the deep thoughts
Too many things will get forgot
They come up in your mind
Among barks, they're left behind

[bridge]

But, at three in the morning
At three in the morning
Before the day is dawning
I can write, I can write

[instrumental]

At three in the morning
A time you think is night
Everything is so much clearer
Everything just comes out right

I can think, I can dream
Ponder stuff, and make up schemes
I can worry, with no hurry
And some things, well, I can bury

[bridge]

But, at three in the morning
At three in the morning
Before the day is dawning
I can write, I can write

[outro]

At Three in the Morning (clear squeaky)

Coming Clean (B side)
(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've heard the words four-four
But I don't know what they mean
And I don't 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 I have 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 did they let me in?
It may be I don't belong
So, I am, a little scared

All I have is an A.I.
No one wants to work with me
It hurts but I don't die
Like a sharp stick in the eye

[instrumental]

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

I Am an Old Man in a Room
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

I am an old man in a room
And the room is pretty nice
It is quiet and a bit gloomy
But I have plenty of lamps
It is warm enough in winter
And cool in summer too
But I have a real nice sweater
And I always wear blue

It has a bathroom round the corner
and a mattress on the floor
A closet for my stuff
I don't need very much more

I keep it pretty clean
Cleaner than my jeans
I have my little broom
and a vacuum with a battery
I will use it real soon

[instrumental]

There are bugs stuck in my ceiling
I sometimes see them while I'm writing
and I wonder what they're thinking
I think that they are laughing

At night I hear mice
They scratch inside the walls
I have seen them, they look nice
But they poop and eat my rice

[bridge]

But I'm an old man in a room
And though the room is pretty nice
Just sitting here alone
It's bound to have a price

I have time to write some songs
But I don't have very long
Maybe I should go out
But I always act all wrong


But I'm an old man in a room
And though the room is pretty nice
Just sitting here alone
It's bound to have a price

It's bound to have a price

It's bound to have a price


[outro]

I Am an Old Man in a Room

It's a Woman's World
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

Women run the world
and they talk a real good game
They say that it's the men
That it's the men who are to blame

I don't really believe it
It is not like that at home
I do all that she says
But she won't leave me alone

[bridge]

I don't really want to work
I want to stay at home
But she says she has a job
And to stop being a slob

I want to just eat junk
I don't want for her to bother
But she cooks just what she wishes
I have to do the dishes

[instrumental]

When her birthday comes around
She says I should remember
I know it's on a day
I just don't know the number

I get tired of the same story
They say it's us that they adore
It is men who have to worry
When they see purses at a store

She remembers when we married
I have tried to forget
I was drunk when I proposed
and to the judge she had me carried

[instrumental]

My life is all like that
I don't think men run a thing
I just get told we need to chat
and I find out just where I'm at

Women run the world
and they talk a real good game
They say that it's the men
That it's the men who are to blame

[instrumental]

My life is all like that
I don't think men run a thing
I just get told we need to chat
and I find out just where I'm at

Women run the world
and they talk a real good game
They say that it's the men
That it's the men who are to blame

it's the men 

it's the men 

it's the men who are to blame


[outro]


It's a Woman's World (cool)

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.

Yeah, Right! (IM Jimmy)

I and Ai

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