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U.S. Custody

    I stumbled down the darkest path

    Then died in U.S. custody

    I made my friends around me laugh

    Then died in U.S. custody

    I kissed my mom when she looked sad

    Then died in U.S. custody

    I grew an inch since I saw my dad

    Then I died in U.S. custody


    I closed my eyes and tried to see my home

    But this place is the last I’ll ever know


    I drew a sky without a cloud

    Then died in U.S. custody

    I dreamed about a nice warm house

    Then I died in U.S. custody

    There’s something I can’t figure out

    it has to do with history

    I tasted blood inside my mouth

    Then I died in U.S. custody


    I closed my eyes and prayed to see my mom

    but this place is the last I ever saw


    I’ve got a ghost you'll see her face

    She’s out of U.S. custody

    I’ve got a ghost you'll hear her voice

    She escaped from U.S. custody

    I’ve got a ghost, you’ll know her name

    So mister just you wait and see

    I’ve got a ghost you'll meet her soon

    And the rest it ain’t no mystery


    From Let's Make a King, released July 9, 2020

    Produced by Roy Gurel

    Benjamin Adair Murphy - vocals

    Roy Gurel – acoustic & electric guitars, bass, piano, kazoo, percussion, vocals

    Gilber Gilmore - drums

    Allison Langerak – vocals


    Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Roy Gurel at Roiki Productions in Brooklyn, NYC

    Additional recording done in Mexico City at La Bestia Studios by Juan Victor Belisario Figuera

    Backing vocals recorded by Wyatt Tuzo and Allison Langerak in Brooklyn

    Music by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364) Watery Grave Music ASCAP (396517127) and Roy Gurel BMI (520647865)

    Lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy

    Let's Make a King


      Let’s make a king

      Let’s make a king


      Let’s tie our hands down to the tracks

      Let’s make this world get flat

      Let’s cut the tongues before they ever learn to sing

      Let’s burn the homes to warm our hands

      Plant our flags on foreign lands

      Let’s leave the fingers and take the rings


      Let’s make a king

      Let’s make a king


      We’ll keep one alive to tell the tale

      Let’s lock the doors with nails

      Let’s let the necks all snap and the bodies swing

      Let’s turn from all we had before

      Cause we’ve been promised so much more

      And we can’t wait to see what this day brings


      Let’s make a king

      Let’s make a king

      Let's shine a single beam of light

      Shine it right up to the sky

      Let's make a man into the law of the land

      And raise him up on high

      Let's praise our lord and our savior

      Let's call the votes all in our favor

      And anyway they never really meant a thing

      Break the unions and choke the schools

      Give the press a few hard rules

      The birds will sing on on this bright and blessed spring


      Let’s make a king

      Let’s make a king


      From Let's Make a King, released July 9, 2020

      Produced by Roy Gurel

      Benjamin Adair Murphy - vocals, electric guitar

      Roy Gurel – acoustic & electric guitars, bass, percussion, vocals

      Allison Langerak – vocals

      Peter Hess - baritone saxophone

      Juan Victor Belisario Figuera - bass

      Simon Hernandez - drums, keyboards


      Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Roy Gurel at Roiki Productions in Brooklyn, NYC

      Additional recording done in Mexico City at La Bestia Studios by Juan Victor Belisario Figuera

      Horns recorded by Peter Hess at Fort Saint Marks, Brooklyn

      Backing vocals recorded by Wyatt Tuzo and Allison Langerak in Brooklyn

      Music by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364) Watery Grave Music ASCAP (396517127) and Roy Gurel BMI (520647865)

      Lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy


      Town in my back pocket


        Baby I put this town in my back pocket But the words I sing tonight are bound to fall Somewhere between the folds Of Armstrong’s Bought and Sold Baby I put this town back with them all

        Lady I don’t expect that you’ll be able To hold a place open in your arms But I’ve if ever going through my wallet And find your number baby I might call it You know that it wouldn’t be so wrong

        Baby I put this town in my back pocket But the truck I’m riding in is bound to stall With the driver all drug addled Not worried about the windows he’s rattled Baby I put this town back with them all


        Lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy (ASCAP) Watery Grave Music


        From Turkey Doolin at the Ya’ll Zig, released July 12, 2019


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