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We could've crashed out This could've been a wild goose chase You could’ve stayed here in this place And I could be living with my cousin But we made it this far And that ain’t nothin’

We could have pushed back Could've given away so little We could have been dancing in a circle Someone could have cut in But we made it this far And that ain’t nothin’

Some days are heavy And some light as a feather Sometimes these satellites tear us apart More than they bring us together

We could've gone wrong We could've let this pass right by We could've let the whole thing die Without a discussion But we made it this far And that ain’t nothin’

Some days are crooked And some days are flat Some days we focus on The things we want more than the things we have

Sometimes it's hard to sit right down And find a moment in the day To say what we need to say When nobody’s out running

But we made it this far But we made it this far But we made it this far And that ain’t nothin’


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

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

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

Benjamin Adair Murphy - guitar, vocals Juan Victor Belisario Figuera - bass, guitar, percussion


When the white man wants things done

He gets them done and that’s no lie

And if someone steps into his way

That someone's gonna die

He storms across the land

And thinks his hand's guided by God

And he’ll make you wash his clothes and cook his food and do odd jobs

If you’ve ever seen a prairie fire

And all the creatures run

Then man you’ve seen the ways

that the white man gets things done


When the white man wants things done

He gets them done and that’s no joke

He’ll only hear that yes, he won’t ever hear that no

He’ll damn up all your rivers

And poison all your crops

You can beg that man for mercy

But you know he’ll never stop

If you've ever seen a building burn

And the smoke block out the sun

Then man you've seen the ways

That the white man gets things done


When the white man wants things done

He gets them done and that's the truth

There not a single way to win

There’s just a million ways to lose

You know he always gets his way and he likes to get it quick

If you think you got a deal than mister you got tricked

If you ever seen a wild beast

Tear apart someone

Then man you've seen the way the white man gets things done


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

Produced by Roy Gurel

Benjamin Adair Murphy - vocals, outro acoustic guitar

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

Gilber Gilmore - drums

Peter Hess - tenor saxophone


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



Well I wanna sing songs about high school dances And I wanna sing songs about new romances

I don’t wanna sing any of that fancy stuff That’s the kind of stuff that I’m so sick of I wanna wanna wanna sing songs of love

Well I wanna sing songs about summer days in the summer time When lovers lay fast asleep with each other in the sunshine

I don’t wanna sing any of that fancy stuff That’s the kind of shit that I’m so sick of I wanna wanna wanna sing songs of love

As sure as I know that I’m made of blood And as sure as the sky’s above I wanna wanna wanna sing songs of love

Well I wanna sing songs about groovy guys and groovy chicks They’re kissing each other Kissing each other full right on the lips

I don’t wanna sing any of that fancy stuff That’s the kind of stuff that I’m so sick of I wanna wanna wanna sing songs of love

As sure as I know that I’m made of blood And as sure as the sky’s above I wanna wanna wanna sing songs of love

Well I wanna sing songs about summer days in the summer time When lovers lay fast asleep with each other in the sunshine


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

From Turkey Doolin and the Early Eights, released July 23, 2019

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