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Strongman

Tell the crowd that it’s over

The bombs are falling down

And they need to take cover

Tell the crowd to remember this day

As the time you had nothing to say

Strongman you’re bound to fade away

Strongman

Go down to your bunker

Take your wife and your children

Leave some cash to your lovers

Tell the crowd that you need to leave

And that now they can all stand at ease

Strongman you’re bound to fall to your knees

Strongman

Tell them you need to go

It’s the end of your story

It’s the end of the show

Take your sad displays of your wealth

Keep your idiot ideas to yourself

Strongman you’re bound

Strongman you’re bound

Strongman you’re bound

to beg for help


Benjamin Adair Murphy - guitar and vocals

(ASCAP #907389979)


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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100 pills per person

And I'll never understand

How they could know what they were doing

But not ever give a damn

100 pills per person

Prescribed to me and you

By Johnston and Johnson

And proscribed by Purdue

And if they could do it all again

You know they'd do it just the same

100 pills per person

And big pharma getting paid

100 pills per person

And these profits stink of death

This classroom once was filled with kids

Now there's two thirds of them left


They’re gone down in Kentucky

They’re gone up there in Maine

Families ripped apart

That will never be the same

Mothers taken from their daughters

Fathers taken from their sons

100 pills per person

And we're nowhere close to done

100 pills per person

And that greed is here to stay

And if a man starts to run dry

He can get more the next day


100 pills per person

And nobody in jail

The kids all found their fixes

And their coffins found their nails

They think that they’re above the law

But their hands are soaked with blood

They’re gonna have to answer

When it’s time to be judged


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

Produced by Roy Gurel

Benjamin Adair Murphy - vocals

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

Gilber Gilmore - drums

Casey Shea - harmonica

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

Harmonica recorded by Casey Shea in Los Angeles


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

Lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy

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Well, Evil said to Stupid

You look like you could use a friend

And Stupid said that’s great

I ain't had me one of them

Then stupid said to Evil

How does this friendship work?

And Evil said it’s easy you just look away when I do my work

So stupid dug a hole and stuck his head deep in the sand

And Evil had free reign to carry out his wicked plans


Well Evil saw that Stupid was truly stupid and he had time

To tear the world apart and split the people into tribes

He said that war can have a winner

And that greed is not a sin

And a man can judge another man by the color if his skin

And all the while stupid sat while the world burned to the ground

Thinking gee it sure is nice to have a friend around

Well, Stupid opened his eyes one day and saw that he'd been tricked

The rich had all grown richer while the poor all took a hit

His friends were all in jail

And he'd lost all of his rights

The people were divided

And the earth wasn't even fit for life

And he wanted just to go back

But by then it was too late

Because stupid followed evil

And there was nowhere to escape


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

Produced by Roy Gurel

Benjamin Adair Murphy - vocals, acoustic guitar

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

Gilber Gilmore - drums, acustic guitar

Peter Hess - tenor saxophone, baritone saxophone, bass clarinet


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

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

Lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy