Sweetly Down (Music by Electro Morocco)

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Take me in your arms tonight I will be your compass point You’re wired and you’re too uptight Come I’ll make you better baby

Pull you from the pain and noise I will lead you homeward boy You’re shaking and your throat is dry I will let you drink and help you down

So sweetly down All the creeps in town They won’t make it past the bouncer baby

Down, so sweetly down All the cops in town Cannot make it past the doorman baby

Balance is so hard to find I will take your hands in mine Speakers make your eardrums ring All the lights up in the ceiling I will send them all away I will make the flashers fade Talk the pilot to the ground I will help you down I’ll help you down

So sweetly down All the creeps in town They won’t make it past the bouncer baby

Down, so sweetly down All the cops in town Cannot make it past the doorman baby

Down on the ground So sweetly down

Roy Gurel - guitars, vocals

Yula Berri - vocals

Assaf Spector - bass

From Electro Morocco, released August 15, 2019

Music by Electro Morocco

Lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy (ASCAP)

Dead Mall

Arcade Fire first heard this track in 2005 and then recorded The Suburbs 5 years later... 

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My baby’s got bug bites on her ankles and her toes

She can’t help scratching when the wind don’t blow

So we go inside where it’s nice and quiet

There’s no Orange Julius or any of that kind of shit

There’s no J.C Penny’s or Gap Kids

Just silence and that is all

I take my baby to the dead mall

And we’ll kiss until the sun goes down

I take my baby to the dead mall

And our kisses go sweetly down

The water fountain’s got nothing but cracks

There’s Help Wanted signs pinned up with thumb tacks

And it’s silent, yeah problem solved

Young girls like licorice and young boys they like gum

When the sun sets on the suburbs my heart beats like a drum

And you know what I mean

Yes I know you do ya’ll

I take my baby to the dead mall

And we kiss until the sun goes down

I take my baby to the dead mall

And our kisses go sweetly down

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

Vocals and guitar - Benjamin Adair Murphy

Guitars and bass - Yuval Ziegler

Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364). Published by Watery Grave Music ASCAP (396517127)

Recorded by Yuval Ziegler

Seabird

I must have been reading a book about Muddy or Alan Lomax when I wrote this one. ​It's about a soldier's last night of freedom before shipping out to Europe.​ "Seabird" is Memphis slang for a jukebox.

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Well it’s the last few hours for the volunteers

Last few hours before they ship on out of here

Satan is Italian and he’s walking the earth

Feels like my fingers are turning into dirt

So won’t you put a nickel in the seabird's eye

Make sure to play it loud enough to make it all right

Well it’s the Dipsy Doodle down on Beale Street

There’s no escape from tomorrow no escape from the heat

My girlfriend she’s big boned and she’s true

She’s all I need forever I’m telling you

So won’t you put a nickel in the seabird's eye

Make sure to play it loud enough to save my life

Before I fly across the ocean my dear

So won’t you put a nickel in the seabird's eye

Tomorrow night a sergeant's gonna sing my lullaby

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

Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364). Published by Watery Grave

Recorded by Yuval Ziegler