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POST MAN

by Adam Murphy

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Things that make you think And things that make you feel These things would make you sing a song Things that make you love And things that make you laugh Sing to help you carry on Things that make you jump And things that make you slump Somethings you need to drive along Things that make you sad And things that make you glad Reasons all to sing a song Songs to get you up And songs to calm you down Sing yourself a lullaby Tunes to space you out And songs to dance about Till closing time and sing “good night” Sing to spread the joy And sing to ease the pain No further need there to explain Songs of empathy, of grief To find relief Sing and hope to help to heal Songs to get through work And rise above the dirt Hope to help to write the wrongs Songs for reaching deep Sing instead of weep Make spirit turn from weak to strong To save a sinking heart Songs of ageless art Forever crossing time and space Things that make you think Things that make you feel These reasons for to sing a song Things that make you feel And things that make you think You should be doing it all along
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Happy happy clappy land – let’s all go to happy land Happy happy clappy land – we’re all off to happy land Take your head out of the sand And fly off to cloud cuckoo land If I believe it then I can Just wag my tail and flap my hands Need no map and need no plan No need to try to understand Need no grappa, need no ganj Just shake your bum and flap your hands Happy happy clappy land – let’s all go to happy land Every good girl and good man will end up in happy land Just be an unthinking fan Say your prayers and you’ll be grand Unless you never ever want To go to heaven, or have no desire for nirvana Everything will be alright For every day and every night For a trillion years of no change Until one day well – It’ll stay the same forever And ever and ever more Until it’s over
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Power 04:42
Power power power power get down off the stage Power power power or we'll blow you off with rage Power power power power it is time for change People sick and tired of the same old clichés You are doing no good you only wreck the place Nothing ever happens here since you came We expect much better in this day and age So we're going to tear it down and start again So go go go go go go go Why do you want to stay? Go go go go go go go And get the golden handshake Go go go go go you could go live and die in peace A life of luxury instead of pressure and the grief But no no no no no — no no no no no No don't you know I love No no no no no — no no no no no No 'cause you know I love Power power power power power is my drug Power power power power aphrodisiac Power power power power keep me on the stage Power power power pow I promise to assuage My people that I love just as a fisherman his fish Hook and cook them up into a tasty dish How I love my people like the shepherd loves his sheep And how they make him mighty with their easy meat Oh no no no no no no no Now it is my turn So go go go go go go go go Or you’re going to burn I will get them thinking that it can’t be any worse Give them new belief that now the sun shines out my arse Power power power power put me on the stage Power power power power tap into the rage Power power power promise I will end the rain With my power magic wand and stop all your pain Power power power power poweryes I win! Power power power power now I’m in! Now give me all the power and I promise I’ll be nice And take tough decisions to bring you back to paradise No no no no no no no no no no No no no no no no way No no no no no no no no no no No no no never again No no no no no no no no no no No, won’t fall for that one again
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Patriot 03:17
I loved my land all the people were grand Friendly and gentle around here All knew what's what and what to do Only had gods to fear Looking out for each other, a band of brothers Never in doubt who's who I love my land most folk are grand Same as anywhere like here Much has changed, new people came from afar yet very near To feed their kids and work and play, hoping, open and safe ~But there's still the corrupt and those to disrupt ~While putting on an honest face ~Who say they've enough of what they're up to ~Only waiting to take their place ~And now we turn a blind eye of a different kind ~Wash hands of a modern dirt ~And pump it into soil and air and surf ~Can the next lot clean it up? I love my land, it used to be grand All pure and green and clean Now all it's needing to revert to an Eden Is for everyone to leave
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Oh my god, god it’s queer What people do down here Inhumane , in his name God, oh god it’s queer The things they think down here Why bother with this brain? Repeat ad nauseam “god we really think you’re it” In case he doesn’t know already you’re full of faith Or are you scared he’ll make you go if his ego isn’t stroked To his eternal torture chamber – a hades with no escape? Oh god, god it’s queer What people do down here In his name, inhumane He command “do not kill” But they always did and will Finding shifty ways to explain Twist the words to suit as they load up to shoot And jet off on their jihads and crusades It’s written clear as blood so they can tell you what’s bad or good Choose a verse to excuse your beloved hate Oh god, god it’s queer What people do down here Inhumane in his name Some say he died for our sins And millions slaughtered for him since What great prize did they claim? Zillions of millennia safe and smug among your type Laughing at those losers who shunned our advice To know they’re burning mad in hell won’t stop us being glad and well Because in heaven you cannot be sad Oh god, god it’s queer What people do down here In her name, inhumane They tell you “god is love” Unless it’s a love they disapprove of Dare not speak its name We were given here a world closest to paradise But ravage it like mindless parasites And after playing our part in this savage wiping out We think some fulsome praying will fool our way into his lovely house Oh god, god it’s weird The things they think down here In its name, inhumane God, god it’s queer The things they do ‘round here….
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Baby Soul 03:47
Baby - maybe with a soul inside there Imagine if you could decide when The time is right then Maybe better wait till later Situation's more in favour For you to be out here And receive real love from those you're in the care of With what I you need to move and breathe Head and body ready enough To let you grow and get to know The beauty that is here Baby - maybe soul is never-ending Merely pending or suspending A life postponed So you can get to start it over Imagine if you could decide where And when but not the womb What would you choose with chance to win or lose A life that's full, free from constant cruelty And grief and hunger and dread Nice to conceive but we need what's real To grow and feed, freely move and breathe Head and body ready enough To let you know and show The beauty of being here
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AI Song? 03:23
The postman goes door to door Some call him a snail But when the power’s down he can cycle ‘round And I still get my mail My baby came back down from bed Saying her book is dead I said “I have a paper one You can go try that instead?” When the goggler’s down and the screen is blank I can still carry on With paper, pen, piano, fingers, pick and axe I can still write my songs My phone will never be smart enough My feelings to compose As we know from that old line to quote You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows I worked out how much sleep I got By two checks of the clock I know about how far I ran By counting trips around the park Because of the Amazon I can breathe And birds can send their tweets We may be wrapped in plastic bubble But real apples need real trees They can hack your bank, hack your ideas With permissions you allow But they can’t hack into head until you let them Upload it to the clouds Well I know you do a lot of great things But you’re still just a vassal machine So just do what you’re told ‘cos you’ll never have the soul Of your master human being
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Better Days 04:53
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Hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry make haste Wait and wait and wait and wait and wait! What a waste! Trapped in an interminable wait At the terminal gate Do undo redo ever done? Double back the way ahead to where you had begun Run run run a sum Infinity plus one Know unknow learn unlearn Knowledge got forgot and lost Repeat repeat repeat re – don’t repeat again Don’t repeat repetitious repetition Never never ever reiterate again I repeat! Aw don’t again! Don’t say don’t stop saying stop Never say never ask why? Why not? What is the question we’ve got what? Thou shalt not ask what! Why not? Hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry hurry wait! Waiting waiting waiting waiting oh what a waste Rushing to an endless wait A strange yet universal fate
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Red 02:47
Oh red oh red oh red oh red I’m sick of seeing you Oh red oh red oh red you make me Curse all I do That’s not really me but just a monster I’ve inside Flaring up and sucking me into a toxic high Then all is black Hang my face turning blue Till I crawl back With promises anew Oh red oh red oh red oh red I’m sick of seeing you Oh red oh red I’m so fed up Of cursing the day through That’s not really me but just a beast I have inside Roaring up, consuming me with its twisted high “Come, calm down” I hear a voice to soothe Take the hand of reason Reaching out to guide me to a better view
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Bender 03:46
Bender I’m on a bender Couldn’t stand it So I surrendered To a bender I’m on a bender With my friends here Hey bartender I’m the big spender Feed my friends dear On my bender All this real life had me down I needed to hide so I drowned it But there it did sit in my bottomless drinking pit Waiting for me to sink down to it It’s hard to climb out of a blurry glass wall Can’t get a grip there at all So I just sing the blues Boo-hoo-hoo boozy blues Bender I’m on a bender Couldn’t stand it Lost my temper Temper temper Where’s my feckin’ temper? Going ‘round the bend there So I surrendered To a bender With my friends, my friends But now I can’t stand no Hey bartender Where are my friends now? Bartender? Where’s the bartender? Where are my friends? Oh – gone home? It’s the end The end of the bender End of the bender End of my rope
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Oh I don't know what the hell happened last night We all talked such an abominable amount of shite Words were said that should have led to a fight But no one could stand up let alone let fly And I can't see why I am doing this to me I feel like I've been lost in the desert for days I'm all wrong I rise when the sun begins to set on the crack on the crack of Doom Oh but the crack was good Oh the laughter was good Oh but the cracks begin to appear The craic and the fear Oh I don't know what the hell happened last night
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Mo 2 03:51
Mo – I love you when you’re home Love having you around I love you when you’re away Though you’re never really gone From me anyway I love you when I’m down I love you with a frown Or when I’m silly high Being mad or bad or sad or glad I know I have funny ways to show I love you when you’re wrong I love you when I’m wrong I’m lucky you’re so strong That you carry me along I know I’m right there at least And you’re right with me when I’m grieving Staying when I’m peeved When you could be leaving To somewhere else to be But you’re too lovely to me You’re lovely to the core Even when you’re sore Sorry for ignoring Sorry for being boring Though my mind’s on other things Or maybe nowhere at all Sorry for being grumpy Dumping moans on you Then turning my back abroad With a phoney smile To those who mean not a modicum To me compared to you I love you when I think I don’t Though deep down I know All the time I do Still have to write it down And sing it out sometimes Mo – I love you when we’re fun I loved you when we were younger I’ll love you if we’re old and forever If there’s to be a continuing
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The time will come, whether you stand or run Whether you wait and see, charge into or flee What will be will have been The time will come when the pendulum has swung Back and forth again, again hung bells rung For liver and for lung That’s the short or long of it Down the passage of ages Find a frozen cube of time In the past’s deep pit A near infinite mine The time will come, whether you humbly kindly toil Or vainly try to trump To hear the next strum The next beat of the drum Is your daughters’ and your sons’ Time tells its secret To the curious ones Then silences forever Unless they pass it on Here today and gone tomorrow All your complaints, pleasures, joys and sorrows What you buy, and what you borrow For all you think you own is only on loan They sent Bach to Gliese Four-four-five In forty thousand years Expected to arrive The time will come to be eaten by the sun When the curvy girl has sung The kingdom’s cows have come home And then just carried on Here it comes, but this time too will pass Yet will last and last, with witnesses or none Everything has a beginning and an end Excepting everything itself Life does fly by, but we still have a tomorrow
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The weight, weight of love Can weigh heavy on us It can seem so onerous Hard to see from under it sometimes Its worth The weight, weight of love Wear it lightly at first Before it gets too serious Sharing the hard times With shoulder to the wheel Of love The wait, wait for love Love remember the ache Of waiting for love For ways to love Weight, weight of love Feel the pleasure on us Of the weight of you on me Enveloping me Wrapping me up in you and me And me in you Feel the love Love love love Lovely weight of love
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Silly Spider 03:11
I met a spider I found myself beside her And I froze in terror For she was the size of a wide willow tree And when she spied me Way down at her furzy feet She cried "oh Mammy Mammy Mammy Mammy" As she scurried to hide from me "Oh silly spider Why do you flee from me" I am only The most deadly species Earth has ever seen
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Song song song, gotta set that feeling down Song song song, in my head and swimming ‘round Song song song, sing it from the heart Look out beyond or into the deepest part Song song song, tell us what you’ve found Song song song, help figure where we’re bound Try to write the wrongs or just help keep strong Song song song, keep on keeping on Song song song, sing it – soothe the soul Like the red-armed prole hanging out the clothes Don’t need special skills, only feel a spark and a will Song song song, all it means no-one knows Song song song, rarely really new? Short or long with many words or few? Glad or sad or mad or merely more than words can say Set it all in song, yet they get you to explain Song song song, stuck inside my head Song song song, spinning ‘round the bed Sing sing sing, better out than in Song song song, did Benny Goodman sing? Song song song, gotta lay that feeling down Song song song, in my head and swirling ‘round Universal song – plug into the part Down beyond the deepest reaches of your heart Song song song, keep on keeping on On and on anon anon. Stuck inside my head
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Minnie and Leo rock 'n' roll Sang the Smiths’ Garage Band Kick starting music in my soul So I became a fan Jerry on the uke, Mike on guitar Rory on the biscuit tins Brothers and sister gathered for the stars We rent-a-crowd of little baby kids Minnie and Leo went everywhere together But then Cracker came and was gone Followed by the pups, who left all grown up But for Sidney who was kept on Leo was put out, but soon there was no doubt The three would never be apart But the band was too long gone to update the song Though the chorus stayed in my heart Minnie and Leo rock 'n' roll Sang the Smiths’ Garage Band Lasted only a week or so But still part of who I am
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New Ditty 01:58
I like singing in the nude Snot a dirty thing to do While I’m cleansing things Hairy feet and menzy things It’s very therapeutic too I like singing in the nude We can hear you like it too With naked bodies We forsake modesty For crooning in and out of tune I like singing in the nude Like many other people who Would never do it dressed Be too embarrassed yet Wet – forget they are a prude I like singing in the nude It really gets me in the mood In my birthday suit I think I’m sounding very cute Though for sure I am no beaut I like singing in the nip I get inspired when I strip When lathering in bubbles I yodel off my troubles As soon as I begin to dip I like singing as I streak But only with my baby there to peek And the mirror in the jax Resounding back Shur anywhere else I’d be a freak I like singing in the nude As I get myself shampooed Making up my ditties As I wash my bitties That’s how I started this one too Many people singing in the nude Some don’t even know they do They think no-one can hear Yet they bring much cheer And help to keep us all amused While we’re singing in the nude We all like singing in the nude

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released April 6, 2024

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Adam Murphy Ireland

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.
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