Get all 15 Benjamin Adair Murphy releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Old Chords, Let's Make a King, Back Pocket Blues, Killarney Glen, Trouble Came, Electro Morocco, Mustard, Turkey Doolin and the Early Eights, and 7 more.
1. |
Potsdamer Platz
03:07
|
|||
Well I was wet behind the ears
A girl of very years
I still had a pound or two of baby fat
I was fresh out of the university
It was my first time in the city
And I walked alone though Potzdamer Platz
Then I saw him in the crowd he looked wealthy and he looked proud
He was standing there in his spats
He asked me to a drink I didn’t even think
And we held hands in Potsdamer Platz
Well the night was young and so were we
There were Christmas hanging in the trees
We fell in love and that was that
In Potsdamer platz
Well he was a chemist like myself
He said he didn’t care for wealth
Money he said he really gives a damn for it
What really drove him was lure
That science could somehow cure
Everything that was wrong on this old planet
Well it wasn’t long before we married
His baby I quickly carried
I moved into his county estate
The place was big and had its charm
But it all smelled like a barn
And the smell has yet to dissipate
Well the night was young and so were we
There were Christmas hanging in the trees
We fell in love and that was that
In Potsdamer platz
Then everything turned sad
When our son he died at birth
Our house filled up with gloom
There was no laughter and no mirth
his love it turned to money
And greed filled up his heart
And the man who once wanted to save the world
Only thought of his next deutchmark
So now I’ve had it up to here
I need to breathe some air that’s clear
When will he realize that love is worth more then cash
He never kisses me on the lips
And says this world is ours to fix
Like the man I met in Potsdamer Platz
Like the man I met in Potsdamer Platz
|
||||
2. |
Berries on the Rowan
01:14
|
|||
Berries on the Rowan
Are so lovely to see
Growing up out of the mud
In front of you and me
Berries on the Rowan
Are such a lovely sight
Make me forget
That you're leaving her tonight
Berries on the Rowan
Have such a lovely smell
Make me forget
That today we say farewell
|
||||
3. |
||||
I grew up on a farm right by the Black Forest
My father he worked like a dog to support us
And I quickly got used to sound of the sound of the death rattle
And he slaughtered the pigs and the chickens and cattle
Well I heard the animals cry as my father cracked open their heads
But I never heard a sound like the sound
When that chimpanzee melted
I joined the army at the age of fourteen
There’s not a cause of death that my eyes haven’t seen
I’ve seen boys lose their insides and tear their eyes out
As they screamed up to heaven with no tongues in their mouths
I’ve heard hundreds of dying boys crying out for the girls they won’t wed
But I never heard a sound like the sound
When that chimpanzee melted
I’ve seen shots to the groin
I’ve seen shots to the belly
When men live for days
Yelling for their mommy’s
I’m telling you, friend I’ve heard a million
Hail Mary’s
Oh and I’ve heard
Men beg for mercy as they look up to god
Standing in front of a firing squad
But those prayers have always just been wasted
I’ve heard crying babies who’ve been left out for dead
I’ve heard men growing crazy saying that they see red
But I’ve never heard a sound like the sound
When that chimpanzee melted
When it melted
When it melted
When it melted
|
||||
4. |
Father forgive
02:02
|
|||
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides nation from nation
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides class from class
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides race from race and
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides this from that
There will come a day
For every man and women
When they come to realize
That it’s time to be going
And there is only one sin
Saint Peter don’t understand
And that’s the hatred man feels for his fellow man
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides nation from nation
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides class from class
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides race from race and
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides this from that
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides nation from nation
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides class from class
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides race from race and
Father forgive the hatred
Which divides this from that
|
||||
5. |
Mustard (theme song)
03:12
|
|||
Well it’s silent and it’s deadly
Of this you can be sure
It slides tight down your throat
Like a raw oyster
It’s coming up behind you
You better run from it fast
Mmmustard it’s a gas
Mmmustard it’s a gas
Mmmustard it’s a gas
It creeps along the ground
It’s like a cat out on the prowl
They’ll find your body torn apart
And emptied of it’s bowels
It’s coming up behind you
You better hind behind a mask
Mmmustard it’s a gas
Mmmustard it’s a gas
Mmmustard it’s a gas
|
||||
6. |
Eye in the house
03:05
|
|||
Keep a dry eye in the house for me
Keep a dry eye in the house for me
When I look around the room
All I need to see
Is a dry eye in the house for me
I’ll keep a dry eye in the house for you
I’ll keep a dry eye in the house for you
When all you see is crying in this darkened room
I’ll keep a dry eye in the house for you.
There are dreams in every life left incomplete
They can cause even the strongest man to weep
So keep a dry eye in the house for me
|
||||
7. |
||||
Look at them down there
It sure don’t look like too much fun from up here “Not at all, sir”
They’re dancing around in a moronic haze
Hey is that what they call love these days? “It’s ridiculous, sir”
Hey is that what they call love these days?
Holding hands and giggling into each other’s ears “Quite immature”
Sipping on warm wine and cold beer
I must say that I’m amazed
At what they call love these days
At what they call love these days “ It’s atrocious”
Why sir, they’re speaking about subjects without the slightest bit of reason
Wearing the completely wrong clothes for the season
Not able to tell your right foot from the left one
Not able to tell left foot from your right one
I said hey
Is that what they call love these days?
Is that what they call love these days?
Is that what they call love
Look at them down there
Well I’m sure glad that I’m up here
And far away from that maze
Of what they call love these days
Far from what they call love these day
|
||||
8. |
Look a fool
02:45
|
|||
We are here for you, son
We are here for you
We are here for you, son
We are here for you
When your back is broken
We are here for you
When you look a fool, son
We are here for you
When you look a fool, son
We are here for you
When you look a fool, son
You know what we'll do
When you look a fool, son
We are here for you
|
Benjamin Adair Murphy Mexico City, Mexico
www.benjaminadairmurphy.com Benjamin fronted the NYC band the Blue Eighty Eights, and has recorded solo albums in Brooklyn, Rome, and Mexico City. He has written lyrics for Nanuchka, Roiki, Electro Morocco, the Monophonic Shooting Spree, and other artists. ... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like Benjamin Adair Murphy, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp