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OUT OF THE SYSTEM

by Adam Murphy

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Song 03:29
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I may be gone before you hear this song But it may help you to carry on Carry you away to another space Whatever your place Whenever is your day I may be gone before you hear this song A little light from this soul has shone However brief, weak or strong I throw my tuppence worth into the pot of song I hear things that make me hum-de-dum And a humble jumble of things I think That come to mind, maybe petty or big Silly or grave, some I see fit to say this way I may be gone before you hear this song It may help you to carry on Or drive you away or leave you cold I hope I’m wrong there - it’s just my way to say “hello” I may be gone before you hear this song It may help you to carry on But if you’ve got a mind too far from mine Though you may be next door, I’ll still hum-de-dum Dee-dum-de-dum I hope this one is not my swan I have a few more to hum-de-dum Dee-dum-de-dum………….
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Shh 03:25
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Shh…a tree falls, no-one hears Shh…concluding a thousand years Shh…another long life ends No-one hears silent tears Shh…to see a shooting star Shh…away in time and space so far Done and dusted long before Anyone was here A genius sings Ingenious songs To no-one knows Except her goats No written notes No microphone But the notes Fly far and wide
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I Heard a Sound 03:43
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I heard a sound It drew me near I follow on So strange to hear It’s so so sad And full of joy Always so new And full of time I heard a sound It drew me in Swirling around and round around Mysteriously If I could only hold Just once see the whole song But piece by piece It leads me along
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Hum 04:33
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When you’re sad twill make you smile When you’re low it can get you high If you’re bad you may come good If you’re empty you’ll be full If you’ve been burned twill help you heal Must be mad - that’s part the deal Lives and breathes and heaves a sigh Of bliss on me I hear the sound I feel the touch It wakes me up To peace When I feel the dream alone Or share it with a crowd I think I’ll be a child a while And tap into those childish things With wondering eyes, pure songs sing In oceans of time I’m looking at the little box A world inside the magic tune With wondering eyes, pure songs sing As if I’d always known I feel the hum Of warming days It pulled me through The storm
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Some Like 05:06
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Some like it sweet Some like it strange Ornette made it on the spot Not neatly prearranged Folks spread by ear Never wrote or read Then there’re those who write note for note What in their head they hear Rudi lived to dance Had multitudes entranced Many like to ease their troubles Crudely jigging legs and hands Lemmy wants to rock The lady’s out to shock Dan does it bland as he can make it Yet the grannies flock Tom has no golden voice But boy can he sing Ed and Ella say it doesn’t mean a thing Without that swing Louis blew the dirt Off his urchin shirt Became quite the gent and a giant legend Of this wonderful world You can put anything in a song now Len learned from Bob So he put his poems to guitar And got a very good job Take a sad song And know you’re not alone Or write a jokey hokey-pokey-cokey And hope you laugh along You can play for fun You can play to woo To release some grief and try to heal Or just something to do Some come from the head Some from the heart I like it most myself When it swells my soul with love and art
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Sound Supreme 03:55
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Music is a magical journey of the soul Heart beats binding notes and tones Resounding down the ages, passing through folks’ Fingers, breath and strings, brass and bows Dissonance releasing grief To harmony and rhyming peace The sound supreme Of human being Reaching deep Inside Music is a magic journey of the soul Waves sweeping under skin and bone Weaving through the air, winding through the trees Whistling with nature, humming with machines From ink and quill, dots and staves To bits from phonograph and tape The sound supreme Of human being Reaching deep Inside and to find how To tell how it feels to be Here and now alive Sing what’s on your mind Play what’s in your heart Feel yourself apart Feel yourself a part Marking time Transcending time Dance to the vibe Whatever type or kind Fill the house with music Feel the vibe and dance inside Music is a magical journey of the soul A gift for life not just for show Universal language intersecting spheres Breaking through barriers, calling down the years The language of love, empathy and tears Rhythm of the chains and dreamers trains Hold the keys to the getaway Set the imagination free The sound supreme Of human dreams Its own means For its own sake For the sake of love For the sake of life A sound supreme……
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Play Anyway 03:19
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I knocked on the door till my knuckles were sore I swore I wouldn’t do that anymore Because I want to save my fingers to play Though they slam it in my face I’m going to do it anyway Got a baby son ‘oh what have I done’ Before I could think I got another one Cooking, cleaning goo and picking up all day With little time to play I do it anyway I once had a band rehearsed to the ground Beat ourselves up before we ever got around Maybe too unsure or insecure For all the mistakes we’d do it anyway Made some demos and sent them down the hole Listened for an echo from the dark black cold Hoping for a call to lead the way Through an endless wait we’d do it anyway The market is soaking in a din so loud Couldn’t get a stall in the weary crowd So I crawl back to the warm bosom of my drawing board Lick my private wounds and record for no paid reward So here I’m on my own, sure I’ve grown Older but with more fiery songs to fill a tome I hum and tap and juggle tunes and words all day Pay or no pay I do it anyway I rapped on the door till my knuckles were sore I swore I wouldn’t do that anymore Because I want to save my fingers to play Pay or no pay I’m going to do it anyway
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The Don't Song 05:17
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Don’t hold that note too long Don’t strain the crowd with your song Don’t forget they need to sing along Don’t forget they need to know the song Don’t stretch their ears with something new They’ll be confused, know not what to do So make your music quickly gratify the throng I can’t believe you wrote that song And didn’t try to be a top salesman I logged on to see the tune you wrote But all that I could find was an audio How can I know what to think or do What-s the use if I can’t look at you Dancing like an eeeed up Marcel Marceau Did you really write that song all by yourself? Well no, I got six others’ help In the chorus the baby baby baby bit Didn’t quite fit the formula for a hit So one suggested what about “I love you”? And we all cooed “woo-woo-woo-woo” Now we’re know-all bigwigs rolling around in the it Don’t use real blues in your song Too sad to win our competition What’s the point in music that won’t sell Just give us your dough and your soul and we might help If you want to make your million Just do what we say but even then You’ll only have a little farter’s chance in hell So don’t hold your breath
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Waste of Time 03:36
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This is a waste of time Someone’s wasting space Don’t care if it’s yours or mine Too busy saving face There’s no vision in the line It’s not kicking into place Can’t see the welcome in the arms Or the humour in the tease I can make myself be calm Yet still more ill-at-ease Waiting for you to come through Being a part of nothing And apart from it all I’m following you on Till I slap me in the face I’m giving up this chase Because his is a waste of time This is a waste of time I hate to hear me whine Just ‘cos I’m rendered lame This is a waste of time And I have no-one to blame I know first impressions fool And fools make them last I can’t wait till this is past As this is a waste of time
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Back to the Land of Music 03:58
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I’ve been wading through the muddle of the day-to-day game Paddling through the puddling and piddling rain I was stupefied by dealing with practical issues But when I came to I simply knew what to do Go back to the land of music I’ve been locked up in a cold and bleak and silent cell Where the air was so oppressive it was making my nerves unwell And every little move I made was analysed to death But now that I’m free I know where to go to next Back to the land of music I’ve been caught in a chain, a cog in the machine Deafened by the clanging and blinded by the steam I’ve been shaded by the buildings closing in on me But I know where to go when I really feel the squeeze Back to the land of music Sing to me in harmony With your fingers or your mouth Play it sweet from start to end That’s what it’s all about I’ve been flicking through the channels, absorbing all the lies Crumbs of useless information flashing before my eyes They all add up to nothing and I need something whole When I’m cluttered inside I where I gotta go Back to the land of music
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Paudie 03:20
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Paudie sold his soul but he’s beck now in the hole The LCD didn’t like him when they’d stopped being told By the pedlars of shit who said they’d make him stick Splattered him all over till fifteen minutes passed They knew that what they threw was the cheapest stinky glue Dizzying but never holding fast Then they cut him off the roll Switched the hyper bull And the deep brows who’d been curious Now wrote him off as sold Paudie made a home in the corner of the hole Making greatness never to be known
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Crap Song 03:11
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There’s a crap song on the radio from thirty years ago Why they played it then why they play it now, no-one seems to know It has got no heart and it has got no soul and it’s plagued with old clichés There’s an eejit screeching between the ads as if everything is great Crap song! There’s a bland pop brand who do what they’re told and they struck money gold They can’t write or play but can dress and dance - a chart-topping all-singing band The leader, they say, can actually sing and he’s world famous for it Yet he whinges that he doesn’t get due respect though even he must admit that they only do Crap songs! Crap songs! You’re rich and you’re famous and you’re shite You’ve been lucky but you’re whining so shh.. be quiet You conned them, they bought it and you won So why don’t you just shag off to the sun There’s a lot of good music being made out there and some of it is great Everyone’s entitled to their point of view and you can’t legislate for taste Some is touching souls for hundreds of years, some just fun for a day I’ve written songs that I’ve buried away - maybe this is one I’ll never play, if it’s a Crap song! There’s a crap song playing insulting my brain Do we really have to hear it again and again? Come on people and raise the game Tell Mr. Deejit life is too special For those crap songs
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Hopin' Mike 03:31
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Hopin’ Mike sang happy clappy Fed the folks some instant pap He wanted so much to be famous Couldn’t wait to get down and shameless And worship at the shrine of empty souls Hopin’ Mike sang happy clappy Sold the crowd some phoney crap He wanted so much to be famous Felt he could be just the same as The latest empty vessels on the waves And when at first he met derision Knocked it down as cynicism Said “I’ll do what it takes to make it Smile and cry and lie and fake it I’ll make millions buy - I’ll do it I’ll fool millions — watch me prove it So then they can’t deny I’m really good” Hopin’ Mike played happy chappy Needed to hear masses clapping Wanted so much to be famous He saw music’s focal aim as A quicky picky ticket to the club who sabotaged the pie
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Cold World 03:11
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It’s a cold cold world If you’re down, if you’re alone, if you’re lost in the Cold cold world When you’re lost in the horde And you’re trying to get heard The deaf ear is shouting down your words Then you know It’s a cold cold world You have to be you but it doesn’t seem to do When the laughter has ceased And you find your friends are not real When you’re trying to find your way “Thank you no good-bye again” they say Well I never meant to play it straight anyway No matter how weak or strong No matter how right or wrong For however short or how long Life will go on when you’re gone Nobody needs to know your song In this cold cold world
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Sheepdog Seán 02:37
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Sheepdog Seán got them all to buy his song He thought it was love but it didn’t last for long Till the maasses moved on having cottoned on Yet happy with the plan for the bland to lead the bland Blinded by the glam flash in the pan Now a gleam gone glum and a dream hum-drum Soap Opera Joe had sung for show For the glisteners to vote for the puppet not the poet Strung by marketeers with their market ears Aural buccaneers out to wreck our ears With their hideous hit-parade of idiots They think it’s it to out with insipid twits Robbie gave his soul to play us the blues Rony sold his to be pictured on a cruise Thanks to Louis who he knew he could sell the old as new Continuing the trend of singing out the business end With their bottoms lined, pockets full of knives To divide the weedy pie of baked young lives Mainstream dumbed down to a shallow dung By the schemes of scum mean for the mun From the screaming scrum now a gleam gone glum And a dream humdrum, a bum beam now And the seam unspun, the cream unsung The theme a thrum raised to the top rung of the ladder hung Then back down flung to the ding-dong dung And the bing-bong bung and the ping-pong pung
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Tough 03:59
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It’s tough at the bottom — quit your moaning Tough at the bottom — it’ll get you nowhere It’s tough at the bottom — no-one wants to know Oh but at the top it’s so lonely People want to own you If you shun them they will stone you It’s tough — but so are we Tough at the bottom — quit your moaning When you’re stuck at the bottom it sucks at the bottom Well you know — it’s a pox at the bottom Stop droning on and on Oh but at the top it is lonely People fawning phonily They want to be your crony Can’t please everyone — or anyone? Oh you’re never really at the top though There’re always those above you Know the more you have the more you have to do and lose Better be known well than well known? It’s tough at the bottom — quit your moaning Tough at the bottom — it’ll get you nowhere Tough at the bottom — you’ll be worn down to the bone At the bottom — there’re always those below At the bottom — mind what you have said At the bottom — switch the bitch off in your head
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Fang 05:18
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Well I figure everything’s a fuggy mess and I’m Befuddled in distress in trying to Free myself from stress when in fact I’m Making myself much worse I’m foisting Didgeridoo gobbledeegook and Unfocused foggy dross at the fickle flock Who are at a loss as to how to Force me to stop flogging the Accursed dead horse I find of course In trying to unwind and chill and relax and Chillax and have a laugh Unfortunately I’m firing Futile flak, my faculties a-lacking And my mettle in a flap all this Festering muck is spewing out like an Unfettered factory’s filthy sludge I bitch in my head I bitch in my heart There is no good word I have to impart I’ll be bitter and poor A lonely old boor My hopes were unworthy From the very start Everything’s a feculent mess and I’m Forever stressed and with any due respect I don’t give a fig or care less what Folk think or say ‘cos they don’t Think anyway, just fill the space with A raft of flatulent platitudes fishing for Flatitudinal gratitude I lack And I’m only trying to Find a way to chill and relax and to Have a big laugh but they’ve got their Knickers in a knot and their Bit’s in a twist and I’m fed up of Folk who insist on positivity Forcing frivolous phony fluff I must favour as fantastically Fabulous but nothing’s further From fact and I wouldn’t like that crap Even if it were the best thing in the whole universe I made many friends I thought all around But one by one They each let me down They eloped from my world And left me behind To seethe and to sneer At their cosy blind lives I bitch in my head I bitch in my heart There is no good word I have to impart I’ll be bitter and poor A lonely old boor My hopes were warped From the very start
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There Must Be Something Wrong With Me 02:32
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There must be something wrong with me I’m tripping over my own feet I’m getting dirty looks for free I beg your pardon on my knee I didn’t mean to be a fool But you got me caught between two stools There must be something wrong with me I think I’m getting a raw deal See shaking heads behind my back I hear the words they’re afraid to say And I try to keep my cool But it’s too late They already know That I’m paranoid
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Odd 04:24
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I’ve got two left feet and two very strange heads Must have been something that I said It was warmth yesterday but stone cold today A wasted effort getting out of bed Smiling so bright but now scowling like a sow I wish you would shed some light If I’ve done something wrong I wish someone could be strong enough To stand up and tell me what’s not right I was flavour of the month but now I‘m treated like a runt Left limping around lamely in the dark I can’t say correct things or pull the right strings I put my foot right in the middle of the apple cart Because I’m odd Odd as two left feet Odd And all I ever wanted was to fit Strange is my name and weird is my game Such an awkward place to be I can’t click with the clique or meet up to the chic They’re way too deep for me to reach The shoulder got colder as I desperately pressed harder Now I really feel the squeeze Brushed away like a fly and cast off without a line That’s fine now I’ll be proud of life as a freak Because I clearly see the way that I’ll be turning in my grave Before they ever get a hold on me I’m odd Odd as two left feet Odd And all I ever wanted was to fit Odd Odd as two left feet Odd And I’m even right out of the left field I’d even be left out of the right field
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One of these Days 03:29
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One of these days I could wake up dead With the sunshine burning up my body in bed And the rays of dust revolving round my room The only movement in the deepening doom And I’ll look at myself And think “you left it all too late” One of these days and it could be soon I won’t awaken with the usual gloom No sawdust mouth, no more creaking head No crampy stomach, no ‘cos I’ll be dead And I’ll look at myself And think “boy you left it all too late” And I won’t feel guilty and I won’t be sore I won’t have to put up with all the bullshit anymore No more woman trouble, no more money grief But I’m afraid of all the good times that I’ll miss in my grave Looking at myself And seeing before my name the words “the late”
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Nuttin 05:34
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I’m walking down a road that no-one’s ever been before Coming to a city that no-one’s ever seen Where spiral Stira stairways wait in attics of our dreams The hatches with the access are stuck up in glass ceilings Riding on a train that’s never seen my likes before No-one’s ever been here since the age of dinosaurs Listening to the scribbling on a wall that no-one’s seen Invisible graffiti says ”no-one lied here” Hey! You with me? Are you listening? It’s me! Eve held up an apple she had hidden in her clothes My figuring made me believe her that it’s just a pose The original I swallowed is still stuck in my throat My figurine and hers will forever juxtapose 6 a.m. one sunny night and everything was quite loud In a desert aisle and I whispered to the crowd We all live on planet me since my birthday Now I’m here rest assured everythings will always be o.k. The fat lady howled her swansong Though the commentators’ prophesies were all wrong She’d had enough But had to carry on and on Who wrote this stuff? I’m gonna be the first to write my dreams like those heroes Fighting all those battles that no-one ever won Singing all those praises that no-one’s ever sung Feeling thoughts that no-one or nobody thought before Eking out originals that no-one ever sought Writing all those hits anew that no-one ever bought Making up a tune that no-one wrote before Made it up myself from some anonymous old source But I had no words so I stuck them to a tune So now I can go whistling it I know I am no loon I want to sing about nothing My new song about nothing I’ll get renown for nothing Get paid a lot for nothing Look at me doing nothing Look at me I’m not nobody Anyway it doesn’t matter The words doesn’t matter The grammar don’t not matter ‘Cos I’m my own master I know what I’m after Nuttin
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V.I.P. 03:16
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Sheep aping parrots, rolling out the bull Going forward chasing carrot-sticks pull down the wool Hack pack of wolves making monkeys slap their backs Sharks snap numbskull gulls for a snack Pigging out and digging in Rabbiting around the greasy stew Yakky yakky dakky Tweedledum as tweedle doo Dog eat cannibal cog cats coo Lazily lyin’ cheering lemming tiger whom The goose paid for Christmas praying mantras seduced Vultures in progress closing circles in the loop Sheep aping parrots, in terms of the bull…
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Old Bandwagon 05:32
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Let the loaded down old bandwagons rock from side to side We’ll find our way around them even if they’re ten lanes wide Don’t look to the leeches with their tongues sticking out in smiles They’re only bringing up the reared but so proud to have their ride They lie their way through the station to catch the gravy train Kick the ones who gave them a leg up then sit pretty and smug inside And now that you’re in there yourself you’re desperate to shut the door You’ve all got your little niches now there’s no room for any more Scared sad fools Fair enough now I fucked up and now I’m on my arse Lying on the roadside I hear ye babbling as ye pass me Holding out my tin cup for a crumb of that fiscal pie But in your mad blind and crazy haste you’re kicking dust into my eye And I’ve become a mere speck of it in your massive waste I might have been a winner once but I somehow left the race So go on ahead now young one and chase that dream Just remember what\s not a a game and not much is as it seems Scared sad fools Scared sad fools
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Celebrity 05:22
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I….. I want it all for me….. I want it all it’s mine….. I want it all right now Basking in glorious stupidity, vulgarity, obscenity and vanity Mental mundanity, bent on banality in a superficial fantasy I’m a celebrity — look at me In-your-face extravagance, my every headline-grabbing dalliance Is raised to such importance as to keep events of consequence From the masses of indifference, propagating ignorance But I do my bit for charity — ah look at me doing my charity Famous for what? Being a nasty prat? Being less fat? Shoot me on my yacht, surprise me looking hot Now that i’m more booby I’m not nobody I’m a celebrity — it means everything Hype me up pump me up pipe me up build me up Don’t knock me down don’t knock me down don’t knock me down Oh my god, I’m like so oh my god I don’t like those lies Go away! Leave me alone! Begone! Get off my lawn Oh good they’re gone Oh god! Where’d they all go? Where’s everyone gone? Come back! What about me? Look at me! I just want to blow my horn, but now my bubble’s torn Nobody cares about my ego anymore my poor ego Nobody cares about my ego anymore I can reveal now Look at me — I’m on drugs, I’m too thin, I’m obese, I got new skin Look at me. Hey you! It’s all your fault! You….. it’s all your fault never mine….. I want it all for me….. I want I want I want I…..
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The News 03:10
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Now across the whole wide world This is The News For all you grown-ups Fifty thousand people died in an earthquake today in faraway Darkistan Fortunately there are no reports of any white English-speaking casualties But we can’t get any good graphic pictures yet So moving on back to Normaland Today Prince Wally burnt his finger opening a can of thorns It is unclear so far what nails he was using Or indeed why he was engaged in such a prickly meaningless and menial task His sex-life appears to be unhindered though says Lady Dolly Phew! Now this is Spy Lie Toxic Poxic Noxious Shocks News Finely balanced on one side For all you important decent folk Now in world news Ms Exfatter has split up with Puffy Twocox They were too hard, she claims Now in Redtop Whyunknowing Cutie Doggie has lost his battle for a light After his ascent of Murder Empire Mountain ended In being dumped down with schadenfreude You must know this For more on the tail goto wwwwwdottydottydottytweetytweetytwattyashyhashyappyyappyracketonyourfattybum Terms and conditions are sly This is Duh News Scrolling unfolding and breaking Rolling out the clichés In terms of going forward Look at this look at that Read again and again and again Look at my hair, my glossy tie, what do I wear? Any or only underwear? Now to the warts news and our heroes having crushed the current bad guys Are preparing new future enemies on which to test our weapons of ingenious genocide And enrich our top-notch captains of injury Collateral damage is inevitable but very very exciting And tremendously news-worthy
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The Complainant 03:40
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After many months down in the dumps he tried to get away Saying “that was none too pleasant — there must be an easier way And surely there are truer tonics than downing a drump of gin With the beasterly north-easterly chewing at my chin But I feed the mouths that bite me like you kill the thing you love Though I never knew quite what that meant, I’d murder a steak right now To help me on my feet again and keep me off the street Set me on the road to on the road to where I’ll be Woke up insane one funny day and without any shame One dreadful headful made me free to aimlessly complain They used to sell their soul for blues but now it’s just for cash Filling up new glossy bins with freshly packed old trash And they used to keep superlatives for things that meant a toss Now there are no names left, it’s all just in their dross They’re pissing on the poet, stubborn in his trench And snorting at the artist who won’t colour their defence I used to write songs to write the wrongs, have something to be said But things got worse I was about to burst with the arseholes in my head They’d begrudge me my begrudgery as I slowly sank Smuggy in their drudgery as they slavishly ran to the bank But whether you know all about ignorance or nay Or whether you are blissfully innocent of its ways I’d say when asked you’d point at me and think you understand But I was shooting for the stars with my head stuck up my arse
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When Things Fall Through 03:56
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When things fall through What can you do? Just pick it up and start anew When things fall through When things fall through It’s really nothing that new You’re not only one of a few When things fall through When things fall through Hopes dashed once more After all the trying you’ve been through To pick it up the times before Look up not down Look ahead not back Try and chase the frown And have a laugh When they say “cheer up, my friend” And you feel like hell Don’t give out or put on a face Shur you know they mean well They just don’t want you to spoil their game “We’re having such a good time” So just join in or go away When things fall through Woe woe woe woe woe is me But I’m really not too bad I can always just go off and die And no longer be sad Look up not down Look ahead not back Try to chase away the frown And have a laugh When things fall through What can you do? You’re not only one of a few When things fall through When things fall through Just say “well, tomorrow’s another day’ And when that turns out to be just as bad I’ll repeat the same
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Sing-Song 03:15
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People like tennis, people like songs Climb up a mountain or suck on a bong Study the stars or the pool in a bar Queue at the table for crumbs in the throng People like honey to hold them and squeeze Don’t want to be stung by the bees’ disease People like money talking in tongues To show to the cunning spinner they’re spun People like playing pingy-pong In a stinky-stonk pungency room Me I only do silly singy-songs In a plinky-plonk honky-tonk croon People like puppies Like them they like meat Have to eat something teeth or no teeth People like paper taps and WCs Don’t realise till there’s a lack or a leak People will go dingy-dong To get you to the door But they never want to linger too long On the question of what they’re here for People like poems and feathery tomes Write ‘em and show ‘em or stow ‘em at home Some are averse thought to metre and rhyme They think it’s antediluvian to rhyme all the way through People like ten-team tennis in songs Twisting necks and heads to write it all wrong Can’t please ‘em all but try to do it well Though sometimes ’twill descend into dodgy doggerel

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Adam’s seventh album, ‘Out of the System’, is a two sided set reflecting on (1) music; and (2) life at the bottom of the music business, with its characters, thoughts, and myriad of swinging emotions.

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released April 11, 2017

ADAM MURPHY: vocals, guitars, piano, keyboards, melodica, kazoo
RAY DIAMOND: lead guitars
FERGAL GALLAGHER: bass
CORMAC DUNNE: drums
BERTIE HUVÉ: saxophone, flute, clarinet
TRACY BRUEN: backing vocal
DMITRI NESTEROV: blues harp, Jew's harp
All songs by Adam Murphy © 2017

Engineering: Ray Diamond
Recorded and mixed at
The Forge Studio, Galway and Ray’s house
A MURPHY DIAMOND PRODUCTION

Cover picture: Dmitri Nesterov
Design: Ann Kelly


With thanks to;
Fergal Kavanagh and Moira Macnamara for lending the ear;
Louis & iSupply for printing; Citóg Records; Ann; and all supporting family and friends.

WEBSITE:
www.adammurphymusic.com

WEBSITE DESIGN: barrymccarthyvisuals

EMAIL:
adammurphymusic@gmail.com

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Adam Murphy was born and raised in Cork, Ireland, but is a long-time Galway resident after periods living and working in Europe, USA, and UK.
‘Progress’ is his ninth album of original material. Each collection has a discrete flavour and is a set of thematically linked pieces. His work has been aired regularly on RTE and other radio stations in Ireland and abroad, most recently in the Far East. ... more

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