If It Don’t Get Better, It Will Pass

The Lessons in the Yard
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

The boys ran to the yard
They had their bags of marbles
They knew the game was hard
But they had a trick this time

Some sharper than the others
They had their spots marked out
They stacked marbles at one end
Come and get them they would shout

Roll your marbles if you got 'em
If you hit them you can keep them
If not you lose the bet
And go home with your regrets

[chorus]
I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser, 
But I learned to loose and smile

[01:58][instrumental]

This was a game for suckers
And I was one of them
The marbles cost me money
All that I had to spend

I alway lost more than I won
I don't think that it was fun
We were trying to be tough
To show we were a man

My dad he called me "boy"
He rarely called me son
He'd say "boy, you're going to loose"
"It is time for you to choose"
"You cannot be the roller"
"No one is your friend"
"The only way to get ahead"
"You gotta own the game"

[chorus]
I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser, 
But I learned to loose and smile

[04:24][instrumental]

My dad he called me "boy"
He rarely called me son
He'd say "boy, you're going to loose"
"It is time for you to choose"
"You cannot be the roller"
"No one is your friend"
"The only way to get ahead"
"You gotta own the game"

[chorus]
I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser, 
But I learned to loose and smile

[instrumental]

I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser, 
But I learned to loose and smile

[instrumental]

[outro]


The Lessons in the Yard

A soulful, nostalgic groove wrapped in baby blue. “That Colour” tells the story of a lost jumper and the quiet ache it leaves behind,  a memory stitched into rhythm. With a driving beat, syncopated bass, and Motown-inspired textures, this track blends vintage soul with modern warmth. Passionate vocals and lush instrumentation carry themes of love, loss, and the way small things linger. For anyone who’s ever missed something soft, familiar, and gone too soon.


That Colour

Mama taught me silence before I could cry,
How to keep small when the thunder rolled by.
Her love came heavy, sweet and rough,
And I learned early that enough ain’t enough.
They said a girl should fade like dusk —
Soft on the eyes, quiet with trust.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
Learned how to vanish just to get through.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe, just to stay alive.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Dinner plates shining, voices tight,
I learned how to fold myself at night.
Chairs scrape slow, the air don’t move,
The rhythm of shame’s a hardened groove.
And all that weight, it don’t belong —
But I’ve been carrying it too long.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
Born in the quiet I couldn’t refuse.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe beneath the sky.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Somewhere between the ribs and spine,
Lives a whisper that won’t align.
A hollow temple, a steady beat,
A ghost that hums beneath the heat.
And I, the echo dressed in skin,
Keep on living where I’ve been.

Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues,
I shine like sorrow in the dew.
Still I rise with the wind’s slow sigh,
Still I breathe, and the world walks by.
Yeah, I got the Invisible Girl Blues.

Invisible Girl Blues

Lights low, my guard on mute
Heart talkin’ in substitute

I can be heat when the air turns thin,
Hands find space where words begin.
I can be skin under your breath,
Every touch a slow confess.
I can be pulse under your fist,
Beat for beat we co-exist.

I’m not tryna play safe tonight,
I just wanna feel what’s right.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
Just move intentionally.

I can be frame for your shadow’s fall,
Shoulder to shoulder, we take it all.
I can be breath in your collarbone,
Heat translates in undertone.
I can be wave when the tempo slides,
Bodies speak where sound hides.

I’m not tryna play safe tonight,
I just wanna feel what’s right.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
Just move intentionally.

No control, just clarity,
Two souls in polarity.
If the night decides our names,
Let the heat forget the shame.

Make what you want with me,
I’m open, honestly.
Let the silence set us free,
No need for prophecy.
Make what you want with me,
I’ll still be who I mean to be.
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Lights low, my guard on mute

Make what you want with me (Sensual Soul reload)

Βασισμένο σε στίχους του Κώστα Καρυωτάκη.

[Verse 1]
κι αν έσβησε σαν ίσκιος τ’ όνειρό μου,
κι αν έχασα για πάντα τη χαρά,
κι αν σέρνομαι στ’ ακάθαρτά του δρόμου,
πουλάκι με σπασμένα τα φτερά.

[Verse 2]
κι αν έχει πριν ανοίξει το λουλούδι,
στον κήπο της καρδιάς μου μαραθεί,
το λεύτερο που σκέφτηκα τραγούδι,
κι αν ξέρω πως ποτέ δεν θα ειπωθεί.

[Chorus]
κι αν έθαψα την ίδια τη ζωή μου,
βαθιά μέσα στον πόνο που πονώ,
καθάρια πως ταράζεται η ψυχή μου,
σαν βλέπω το μεγάλο ουρανό.

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
η θάλασσα σαν έρχεται μεγάλη,
κι αγγίζοντας την άμμο το πρωί,
μου λέει κάτι γνώριμο ακρογιάλι,
μου λέει πως κάποια ρούφηξα ζωή.

[Bridge]
μου λέει πως κάποια ρούφηξα ζωή…
μου λέει πως κάποια έζησα ζωή…

[Chorus]
κι αν έθαψα την ίδια τη ζωή μου,
βαθιά μέσα στον πόνο που πονώ,
καθάρια πως ταράζεται η ψυχή μου,
σαν βλέπω το μεγάλο ουρανό…

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Tempo: 88 BPM]  [ male voice, male singer ]
[Key: F minor]  
[Intro – soft lofi drums, Rhodes chords, distant vinyl crackle, bass groove slowly fades in]

🎙️ [spoken-rap / half-sung tone – relaxed, introspective delivery]

Sitting by the  dirty window,  dusty morning street, 
watching cities slide like dreams.  
Every street’s a heartbeat,  like a stroke of heart
every stop another thought I leave behind.  

🎙️ [vocal – smooth, half-melodic phrasing]

Coffee’s cold,  
but my mind’s still working on memories with you
Yesterday’s light still stuck  
on my sleeve., 
I don't mind, you had to leave...

🎙️ [spoken – deeper voice, slight rhythmic flow]

People run,  
but I stay still.  
Some rush to catch the world,  
I’m just trying to feel ..
the scent, the smell, pain and pleasure
you'r the one
who started this game.

🎙️ [chorus – sung falsetto, soft harmonies behind]

Window seat —  
my private film., monochrome, black and white
Sky’s the script, which someone's stolen
and I’m just breathing in the lines, which do not exists...

🎙️ [short instrumental break – mellow guitar riff, brushed snare pattern]

🎙️ [spoken – rhythmic phrasing like Chance or Saba]

Somewhere between  
hope and habit,  
I find my rhythm.  
Between chaos and calm,  
I find me.  

🎙️ [outro – quiet, intimate delivery]

Bus keeps rolling,  
heart keeps timing.  
I’m not lost —  
I’m arriving.  

[Outro – fading Rhodes and vinyl hiss, faint sound of rain on glass]

window seat (soul tape. 3)

Shadow Songs - is a lament and a reckoning. It tells the story of a world so saturated in distraction, violence, and digital detachment that we no longer recognise darkness when it rises. Children die on screens, injustice scrolls past in silence, and the truth is buried beneath comfort and convenience. The song follows a narrator who refuses to look away, who hears the hum beneath the headlines, the quiet song of suffering we’ve all learned to ignore. Through bluesy cadence and prophetic rhythm, the track warns of the cost of collective silence and the weight of complicity. The darkness doesn't scream, it sings. And it sings in our name.

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