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Sailing the World Alone
03:43
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“Sailing the World Alone”
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2014 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2014 (ASCAP)
Hoisted my sail, got the anchor inside
I hit the seas out high tide
There ain’t no place in this world I wanna’ call my home
I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
Did no good being on dry land;
Gonna’ try my luck as an old deck hand
Listen to that wind whistle and moan
Now I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
Brothers and sisters, I bid you farewell
Where destiny takes you, you never can tell
I’m headed into the great unknown
I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
I had a woman once, she done gone bad
She took it all, everything I had
Now I’m just an old dog that ain’t got no bone
I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
I reckon I’ll be gone a good long spell
Riding the waves from heaven to hell
Up on the deck, it’s gonna’ be my throne
Now I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
Brothers and sisters, I bid you farewell
Where destiny takes you, you never can tell
Headed into the great unknown
I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
Said goodbye to my friends and my enemies, too
I did my best, all that I can do
Everything that you gave me, let’s call it loan
While I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
While I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
While I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
While I’m sailing, sailing the world alone
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Connemara Ponies
03:08
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3. |
Red Mountain Blues
04:55
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“Last of the Twickham Blackbirds”
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2014 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2014 (ASCAP)
There’s a method in the madness, all the spirits of the night
Howling at the questions, staring into the light
I knew a man like that once, he would tell us of his past
His stories would fill us up just like sails on a mast
He said, I’m the last of Twickham blackbirds. My story must be told
I’m the last of Twickham blackbirds. Such a sight to behold
He said, I’ve run off to see the world, been in love with a girl before
I won and lost a few fortunes and I been beaten down to the floor
I’ve seen the houses of the holy, I’ve heard the song of the whippoorwill
I don’t answer to nobody, I walk of my own free will
He said, I’m the last of Twickham blackbirds. My story must be told
I’m the last of the Twickham blackbirds. Such a sight to behold
Like myths upon the water, red and black against the grey
I’m the last of Twickham Blackbirds, and we will fly again one day, we will fly again one day
He wore a wool coat and a bowtie, and he rubbed his chin in time
Telling stories of his life, his adventures, his crimes
As the sun faded from the window he bummed yet another beer
When he finished he slammed the glass down, began to sing loud, so clear
He said, I’m the last of Twickham blackbirds. My story must be told
I’m the last of the Twickham blackbirds. Such a sight to behold
Like myths upon the water, red and black against the grey
I’m the last of the Twickham blackbirds and we will fly again one day
We will fly again one day. We shall never fade away.
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“Kitchen Girl”
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2014 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2014 (ASCAP
Blue gingham dress, second-hand shoes
Dirt on her fingers like some second-hand news
She’s washing the dishes, she’s singing a song
Gonna sit on this porch until she comes along
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
She come down from the holler, works for my family
She got sisters and brothers living in poverty
Her daddy had a still, found his bones up near the creek
Poor thing so hungry she could hardly speak
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Momma taught her how to cook, how to use a needle and thread
She took care of us kids, she’d bake us gingerbread
Grew up tall and pretty, with a smile from heaven above
I swore to the angels she’d be my only love.
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
But Daddy took a fancy as that girl came of age
His hunger knew no bounds, like a possum in a cage
They stole off together, heard that old truck drive away
Been 30 years now, I hear the sound to this day
The world is a wild place, full of twists and turns
Like a fire in forest, it knows not how it burns
I still dream of that girl, my true love she'll ever be
And late at night I wonder, if she ever thinks of me
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
Kitchen girl, kitchen girl
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6. |
Small Wonder
04:52
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“Small Wonder”
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2017 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2017 (ASCAP)
Daylight sneaks in, at its own pace
You lay beside me, sweet hair across your face
Just when I was thinking the world ain't fair
How lucky am I that I found you out there
Like a raging river, like treasure to plunder
Like a sea of stars that we lie under
It's a small wonder, it’s a small wonder
I've made every mistake, that a man can make
But you got to live with yourself no matter what it takes
I bet it all when the chips were down
And when the smoke settled I saw you stood your ground
Like a raging river, a treasure to plunder
Like a sea of stars that we lie under
It's a small wonder, it’s a small wonder,
It’s a small wonder.
Two hearts beating, such a beautiful sound
I was lost in the wilderness, but now I'm found
The cars are all racing by, there's so much to all take in
I'm always want to thank you, I’m never sure where to begin
Like a raging river, like treasure to plunder
Like a sea of stars that we lie under
It's a small wonder, it’s a small wonder,
It’s a small wonder.
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7. |
Caves of Killala (LIVE)
08:33
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“Caves of Killala” (LIVE)
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2017 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2017 (ASCAP)
They smuggled in Springfield rifles, leftover from the Boer war
Hid them in a cave on a cold Killala shore
Our people in bondage, tested and tried
The fires of insurrection, guns by our side
While the forces of human nature gathered up its woes
The brotherhood stood waiting, waiting for the time to go
Men started gathering, there was the talk in the fields
And in the dusty pubs where the lads took their meals
In a cave in Killala lie the guns that will set us free
While we wait to march again from behind that hanging tree
No more words and no more talk, it's a terrible beauty
In a cave in Killala lie the guns that will set us free
My grandfather lived through the famine, he heard his sisters cry
He roamed those fields eating grass while his family slowly died
My father was a true republican, thought the devil was in the crown
I was just twelve years old, the night they shot him down
Now it’s true I'm my father’s son for he taught us to be brave
And my brothers and I grew up, playing soldiers in those caves
Now we meet at the stroke of midnight all the brothers of our cause
Eight hundred years in the chains they call English law
In a cave in Killala lie the guns that will set us free
While we wait to march again from behind that hanging tree
No more words and no more talk, it’s a terrible beauty
In a cave in Killala lie the guns that will set us free
In a cave in Killala lie the guns that will set us free
While we wait to march again from behind that hanging tree
No more words, no more talk, it’s a terrible beauty
In a cave in Killala lie the guns that will set us free
In a cave in Killala lie the guns that will set us free
In a cave in Killala lie the guns that will set us free
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8. |
Hard Bargain (LIVE)
04:51
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“Hard Bargain” (LIVE)
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2017 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2017 (ASCAP)
Out in this world doing what I can do
Hauling my load just to bring it to you
I get home no peace do I find
All I got is a worried mind
It’s a hard bargain, it’s a hard bargain till the end
I’m gonna break if you don’t bend
Momma drove Daddy hard day and night
He did what he could, but could not make it right
So, he took to the bottle to drown out the sound
Now Momma cries cause Daddy ain’t around
It’s a hard bargain, it’s a hard bargain till the end
I’m gonna break if you don’t bend
Swing that sledge, load that coal
Get your ass back down in that hole
Been up for a minute to feel the sun on your face
The boss man says “Get back in your place!”
It’s a hard bargain, it’s a hard bargain till the end
I’m gonna break if you don’t bend
Swing that sledge, load that coal
Get your ass back down in that hole
Been up for a minute to feel the sun on your face
The boss man says “Get back in your place!”
It’s a hard bargain, it’s a hard bargain till the end
I’m gonna break if you don’t bend
This old world it will get you down
Bring you to your knees down on the ground
It will take it all and ask for more
Leave you nothing but a pout on the floor
It’s a hard bargain, it’s a hard bargain till the end
I’m gonna break if you don’t bend
I’m gonna break if you don’t bend
I’m gonna break if you don’t bend
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9. |
Music for a Feast
03:33
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10. |
Cape Horn
03:40
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“Cape Horn”
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2017 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2017 (ASCAP)
When I get back from old Cape Horn I’m gonna pour myself a jar
I’m gonna buy a round’ for all my friends at that old wharf town bar
Though I’ve been wet and cold as sin with my hands upon the wheel
And if you make it around the horn you got the better end of the deal
When I get back from old Cape Horn I’m gonna find myself a lass
With rosy cheeks and a sweet singing voice and cherry lips like glass
If your luck runs out around the horn to the next life you are bound
The mighty sea it must be fed, its hunger knows no bounds
Around Tierra del Fuego and through the sailor’s graveyard
Took water in Boundary Passage when the wind was blowing hard
I’ve been every clipper route, in the storm I was born
I’ll tell you all about it when I get back from Old Cape Horn
I’ll tell you all about it when I get back from Old Cape Horn
When I get back from old Cape Horn my sins are washed away
I’m gonna take a bath once a week and go to church every day
Many men find religion on the watch late at night
With nothing but the salt and sea and the dawning’s first light
Around Tierra del Fuego and through the sailor’s graveyard
Took water on in Boundary Passage when the wind was blowing hard
I’ve been every clipper route, of the storm I was born
I’ll tell you all about it when I get back from Old Cape Horn
Around Tierra del Fuego and through the sailor’s graveyard
Took water on in Boundary Passage when the wind was blowing hard
I’ve been every clipper route, with the storm I was born
I’ll tell you all about it when I get back from Old Cape Horn
I’ll tell you all about it when I get back from Old Cape Horn
I’ll tell you all about it when I get back from Old Cape Horn
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11. |
Vernon Tool & Die
04:09
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“Vernon Tool & Die”
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2014 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2014 (ASCAP)
There is an old factory out past Route 95
Been there forever more dead than alive
Heard stories growing up I was scared I won't deny about Vernon Tool & Die
On an old hill, surrounded by a gate
Been in the same family since 1928
They don't talk to nobody, and nobody does pry at Vernon Tool & Die
You can see the smoke pouring out hell's own chimney
The devil’s playground, now what could that be?
Crows on the fence, gun metal dark skies at Vernon Tool & Die
The trucks move at night, never during the day
The drivers all seem nervous, they always look away
I wonder what they would say, if called to testify about Vernon Tool & Die
You can see the smoke pouring out hell's own chimney
The devil’s playground, now what could that be?
Crows on the fence, gun metal dark skies at Vernon Tool & Die
I hear the train whistle, the ‘two-forty’ from Galveston
The factory lights are on, midnight shift has begun
One day they will have to answer I hope they can justify about Vernon Tool & Die
You can see the smoke pouring out hell's own chimney
The devil’s playground, now what could that be?
Crows on the fence, gun metal dark skies at Vernon Tool & Die
You can see the smoke pouring out hell's own chimney
The devil’s playground, now what could that be?
Crows on the fence, gun metal dark skies at Vernon Tool & Die, at Vernon Tool & Die
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12. |
High Country
05:05
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“I Swear I’m Going to Learn this Time”
words and music by Chris Murphy © 2017 (ASCAP)
published by Chris Murphy Music © ℗ 2017 (ASCAP)
I was on my way, I had someplace to be when a little bird started to singing to me
Her voice was sweet it was a song that I knew, I plum forgot where I was going to
I swear I’m gonna learn this time
It’s hard when your heart’s beating in rhyme
It feels so good, it’s shame, it’s a crime
I swear I’m gonna learn this time, but I swear I’m gonna learn this time
Champagne my dear? What girl can say no, just one sip before I go
Now we’re on the third bottle there’s no end in sight. It’s turning into one of those nights
But I swear I’m gonna learn this time
It’s hard when your heart’s beating in rhyme
It feels so good, it’s shame, it’s a crime
But I swear I’m gonna learn this time
I knew I shouldn’t but it’s just too late, my pulse starts racing and I can’t think straight
Been down this road as it starts to climb, but I swear I’m gonna learn this time
I should know better after all I been through, but one caress and I fall for you
I hear Mama’s voice “Girl you better beware,” as you run your fingers through my hair
I swear I’m gonna learn this time
It’s hard when your heart’s beating in rhyme
It feels so good, it’s shame, it’s a crime
But I swear I’m gonna learn this time, I swear I’m gonna learn this time
I knew I shouldn’t but it’s just too late, my pulse starts racing and I can’t think straight
Been down this road as it starts to climb, but I swear I’m gonna learn this time
No one’s accused me of following rules, when it comes to love you know I’m just a fool
I like to double down on my last dime, but I swear I’m gonna learn this time
I swear I’m gonna learn this time
It’s hard when your heart’s beating in rhyme
It feels so good, it’s shame, it’s a crime
I swear I’m gonna learn this time, but I swear I’m gonna learn this time
But I swear I’m gonna learn this time
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14. |
The Hunter & the Fox
06:54
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Chris Murphy Santa Monica, California
Chris Murphy is an American musician, singer/songwriter \ multi-instrumentalist , composer, arranger, and producer. His music influences come from jazz, blues, country, classical, ethnic and electronic, resulting in a distinctly original and powerful voice. Cyrus Rhodes of NO DEPRESSION considers Murphy to be “one of the best songwriters in popular music unjustly flying under the radar.” ... more
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