Doesn't it amaze you how two people can fall in love? That on a planet with 7 billion people, two people were at the right place at the right time, said the right words, took some chances, made the time, laughed at the same joke... and somehow, all these things added up to create just one thing, a four-letter word: love

Dance me to the end of love - Sophie Milman

What To Do On Earth
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

What things to do on Earth 
when you are dead?
What thoughts are now crossing
through your head?

Are you beginning to wonder?
Are you starting to doubt?
Are you about to start talking?
Pretty soon you will shout

Are there things that I missed?
Who should I have kissed?
Does it matter this late?
and why did I wait?

Should I call her right now?
Would she care anyhow?

aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah

Would she care anyhow?

[instrumental]

What things to do on Earth 
when you are dead?

When you know that it's over
When you have nothing to lose
What would you do?
How would you chose?

What things to do on Earth 
when you are dead?

When you know that it's over
When you have nothing to lose
What would you do?
How would you chose?

[instrumental]

Are there things that I missed?
Who should I have kissed?
Does it matter this late?
and why did I wait?

Should I call her right now?
Would she care anyhow?
Would she care anyhow?

aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah

Would you try to save something
Would you say "what the hell"
Would hope for some magic
Would you try cast a spell

Would you ask for forgiveness
be let out of this mess
Would you look in her eyes
Would you crave her 
crave her caress

aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah
aaah aaaah aaah

Would you try to save something
Would you say "what the hell"
Would hope for some magic
Would you try cast a spell

Would you ask for forgiveness
be let out of this mess
Would you look in her eyes
Would you crave her caress

[bridge]

There is no way to know
You can't say in advance
We will all have to stay
And finish the dance

There is no way to know
You can't say in advance
At the end of the show
We will all have to go

At the end of the show
We will all have to go

[instrumental]



What To Do On Earth (2)

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
A lonely lullaby,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,

lay, lay, 

rest your dream,

ohhhh,

Sprit comes into your head,
says,

Do You Live in the Rain?
hmmmmm,

Do you dwell
Where darkness crys?

ohhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,
hmmmmmmmmmmmm,
A lonely lullaby,
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A lonely lullaby,




The lights decay—
Time gets lost
And fades away.


Beneath your bed—
Rain taps soft
Where dreams have bled.

Do you breathe
In thunder’s name?

Drip by drip,


Down haunted halls—
No one knocks,
But someone calls.
A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

Do you sleep

Until the dawn.

Eyes like glass,
Hands of pain—
You exist
But don’t resist.

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,


Rain begins,
You never run.

Tell me now,
Through windowpane—

Do you live
Inside the rain?

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby,

oh, A lonely lullaby,

A lonely lullaby

1930's Retro Jazz | Vintage Jazz

We don't smoke much anymore... but we still burn.
"Vapes" is a spoken word piece about how silence got replaced by screens, and cigarettes got traded for flavored fog.

It's not nostalgia – it's awareness.
It’s the realization that the rituals are gone,
but the ache remains.

Vapes

Track from the ToneBoneMachine album "Fool's Fire".

Fool's Fire

Tourist Trap

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The Lyre's Lament

I’m the little sister, always looking low,
Two round buns like Mickey Mouse, they follow where I go.
Drawn like a fancy letter, curled and kind of neat,
Quiet on the paper, but I’ve got a steady beat.

My brother loves the spotlight, he sings up high and loud,
With flutes and shiny violins, he’s playing for the crowd.
But I’m the one who rumbles, where the deeper voices play,
The tuba and the cello keep the music on its way.

I’m your little sister, down below the song,
I keep the music moving, I help it roll along.
You may not always see me, but the truth is clear and sweet:
Without my lower heartbeat, the tune is incomplete.

I’m quiet but I’m needed, hear the left hand on the keys,
The bass guitar, the drumbeat, the buzzing bumblebees.
I hum a soft foundation, I’m gentle but I’m strong,
I’m the little sister, keeping rhythm all day long.

I’m your little sister, living down below,
With two small dots beside me, like a secret wink, you know.
You might forget to thank me, but I’ll always help you see:
Without my steady heartbeat, there’s no melody.

I'm the little sister

Justice without mercy, Corruption exposed, Final reckoning, Hell-bound journey, Sin and consequence, No turning back.

Train to Redemption

guy comes to terms with how he squandered his life yet has no regrets 

Slimeball

Rain Check

Marcel was born in a hospital and became a child at a young age, showing much promise as a toddler, he was already illiterate in 3 languages before finishing elementary school. As a result of his relentless curiosity and lack of respect for social norms, he navigated successfully around receiving a formal education and entered into the work force in his teens, playing piano, performing magic tricks and stand-up comedy in exchange for money and respect.

Before reaching 20 he was already a regular at comedy clubs around Toronto, occasionally winning laughter and applause from his audience when not being booed off stage.

After working on a documentary film for a couple of magicians in China in 1999, he began to spend more time back in the motherland and became a bi-cultural jack of all trades and dabbled in many roles, taking part in everything from Beijing Music Festival to Magic shows on CCTV.

Working as a freelance creative meant he would take jobs ranging from writing to directing to acting to producing sound track for commercials and assorted video/audio projects... 

But above all, he is most proud of his work done out-side of the context of getting paid, when he writes ditties of music and songs for no purpose other than to capture a sliver of inspiration from muses who occasionally visit him in his waking dreams.

I'm the little sister

WDTSF

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