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Well I dreamed I lost my home last night

And my family had to flee

We walked with few belongings and the days turned into weeks

We made it to the border, but they didn't let us through

They just locked us up, and took my daughter, there was nothing I could do

And I could not understand why the guards hated us so

but when you’re not chopping that hate down, you're just helping that hate grow

They kept us separated

The weeks turned into months

Sometimes I thought I heard my daughter cry, sometimes I thought I heard a gun

Then one day I got sick, but there were not any beds

I shivered through a fever in a room that smelled like death

And all the time all I wondered why they did not let us go

but when you’re not chopping that shit down, you're just helping that shit grow Well apples look like apples so now here's a little quiz

When Trump quotes Mussolini what do you really think that is?

And the klan drives a pickup truck right through a peaceful crowd

Then maybe the problem's coming from the top and running down

And a child cries for her mother but these hearts and minds stay closed

When we're not chopping that hate down, we're just helping that hate grow When we're not chopping that hate down, we're just helping that hate grow


(ASCAP # 907390001)

Recorded in Mexico City at La Bestia Studios by Juan Victor Belisario Figuera

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


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He stepped in the water Helped the fishes swim When he left those fish were singing So of course they killed him The wrong kind of voice

Wrong kind of skin His car was way too pretty So of course they killed him of course they killed him of course they killed him of course they killed him of course they killed him He was calm and patient The stranger's twin He put his hands down upon the sick so of course they killed him They didn’t know where to start Or where to begin They were scared and panicked So of course they killed him of course they killed him of course they killed him of course they killed him of course they killed him Some will don't get it Some understand And some side with the soldier Who cut off Victor Jara's hands And you can blame the timing You can blame bad luck But I swear a man can't speak the truth Without his throat getting cut of course they killed him of course they killed him of course they killed him


Recorded in Mexico City at La Bestia Studios by Juan Victor Belisario Figuera

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

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You know those kind of fascists

You used to see on film?

Those mean looking fascists

With their shiny black boots?

You know those kind of fascists

Who loved to march around?

Well those same kind of fascists

They are here with us right now.

You know those kind of fascists

You used to read about in school?

Those big mouthed fascists

We had to shoot in World War 2?

You know those kind of fascists

Who like to rile up a crowd?

Well those same kind of fascists

They are here with us right now.

Because the fascist loves his church

and the fascist loves his Jesus

The fascist he loves fries and shakes

and the fascist loves grilled cheeses

The fascist loves his country

and the fascist loves the mall

The fascist loves his parents

and the fascist loves football

And that fascist sun is rising on

our dirt and on our dust

And that fascist heart is beating

Inside our children

On the school bus


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

Produced by Roy Gurel

Benjamin Adair Murphy - vocals

Roy Gurel – acoustic guitar


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

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

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