Moment of Truth

Wondering Why

Old Age

Another older man song. Sorry. I'm an older man. Maybe someone out there can relate to this song of reflection.

When I Was Young

I Miss You

Humans at the Gate
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

There are humans at the gate
They are hungry and afraid
All I feel is hate
They can't come in, they have not paid

There are humans at the gate
They have their children on their backs
They are sick, and cannot wait
They better move on down the track

We don't want no more of them
We have enough, maybe too many
We only let them stay
Because they work for just a penny

[instrumental]

More humans we don't need
They will pollute our sacred race
We can't become like them
Don't look them in the face

Don't look into their eyes
You may just start to cry
You can't afford those feelings
You know you'll let them die

More humans we don't need
We know what they are like
They are a lot like us
But belong back of the bus

[instrumental]

More humans we don't need
We know that they will breed
They will marry our children
One thing that we don't need

When our children become human
How can we send them back?
Not a thing that I could do?
Am I a human too?

When our children become human
How can we send them back?
Not a thing that I could do?
Am I a human too?

There are humans at the gate
They are hungry and afraid
All I feel is hate
They can't come in, they have not paid


Humans at the Gate (lounge reggae)

A Feeling in my Bones
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

There's a feeling I can't shake
there's fear deep in my bones
What we did was a mistake
we won't suffer on our own

We did a bad bad thing
We ignored all the warnings
Now we have run out of time
We don't have another morning

Every day another story
Every one fills me with worry
Grief is coming down like rain
We are going to be sorry

[instrumental]

Some are caught up in a storm
Every one watches the skies
In the west there are the fires
Every where there are the lies

Some places grew around a lake
The water is going away
Poisons laying in its wake
You won't have the time to pray

Where fields once grew corn
All we see is dust
The tractors in their sheds
are all turning into rust

[instrumental]

Every day another story
Every one fills me with worry
Grief is coming down like rain
We are going to be sorry

[instrumental]

Some are caught up in a storm
In the south they're under water
Everyone fears the wind
Leaders act like it don't matter

People are dying of the flu
Some don't want any vaccines
Some may be too close to you
But don't you go making a scene

The bankers in their homes
Always talking on their phones
This is just another deal
They don't care how you feel

[outro]

We did a bad bad thing
We ignored all the warnings
Now we have run out of time
We don't have another morning

We did a bad bad thing
We ignored all the warnings
Now we have run out of time
We don't have another morning



A Feeling in My Bones (jazzy blues)

Just Give Up
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

It is now time to give up
there is no justice in this land
the rich do what they want
while the poor lend a hand

We spent our lives on-line
Where we idolized conceit
We lived fawning over fools
Who will now make all the rules

Think only of yourself
Take care of what you need
There is now only one rule
Our religions always greed

[] 1:00

Don't listen to the hopeful
To those who talk solutions
There is no hope for the weak
We can not wish for revolution

It is now time to give in
I no longer want to see
Bad things are on their way
What will be is what will be

The world is ending anyway
it is arriving just in time
if they wish, then they can stay
We all are going anyway

[] 1:48

Don't listen to the hopeful
To those who talk solutions
There is no hope for the weak
We can not wish for revolution

It is now time to give in
I no longer want to see
Bad things are on their way
What will be is what will be

The world is ending anyway
it is arriving just in time
if they wish, then they can stay
We all are going anyway

[] 2:37

Don't listen to the hopeful
To those who talk solutions
There is no hope for the weak
We can not wish for revolution

It is now time to give in
I no longer want to see
Bad things are on their way
What will be is what will be

The world is ending anyway
it is arriving just in time
if they wish, then they can stay
We all are going anyway

The world is ending anyway
it is arriving just in time
if they wish, then they can stay
We all are going anyway

[guitar solo] 3:50

The world is ending anyway
it is arriving just in time
if they wish, then they can stay
We all are going anyway

[guitar solo] 4:45

The world is ending anyway
it is arriving just in time
if they wish, then they can stay
We all are going anyway

Just Give Up (kazoo)

Change The Tides

A song about the little pig King Neptune, whose body parts were auctioned off to raise money for World War II. He was so cute, the buyers told them to keep the money and let him live. He raised nearly a million dollars for the war effort by being a brave little pig. 

King Neptune

"Perfect Four-Four Time" captures the magical interplay between two dancers through classic jazz duet styling. With gravelly male vocals playing against smooth female tones, it creates a playful conversation in music. The song weaves dancing metaphors with jazz sensibilities, supported by traditional swing band arrangements. Through call-and-response verses and harmonized choruses, it tells the story of two people finding their perfect rhythm together. The arrangement maintains the sophisticated charm of golden-age jazz while adding fresh lyrical perspective.

Perfect Four - Four Time

Heaven's Quiet Blaze

Multi-Genre paradise. Rock, pop, jazz, indie, r&b, hip hop, folk, classical, country, easy listening, adult contemporary, grunge, blues, and Americana. Take what you like and like what you take. Except where noted, I wrote them all. If you like a tune share it with your friends or even better repost it.  This is a new art form and should not be compared to those with great talent to play or sing. AI songs deserve a genre of their own to separate them from traditional musicians as a gesture of respect to them. But music is still music and none of these songs existed until I conceived and created them.

Heaven's Quiet Blaze

Charles Hugh Brown