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You’re one for the records You’re one for the books And all the girls in New York town Are going crazy for your looks

And I should keep my distance Because I know how you can be I should keep my distance But I lost all the sense my mother gave to me

So just come on a make my ears turn red And my skin scream and shout Come on and give me one of those kisses I heard so much about

I’ve seen your lovers, crazy-eyes Wondering around Manhattan After they’ve seen you walking about With this one or that one

And the girl at your side She snuggles warm and close Completely blind that in a few months’ time She’ll be the one who is cut lose

So just come on a make my ears turn red And my skin scream and shout Come on and give me one of those kisses I heard so much about

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

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

Laurel

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I have long learned to write Songs without mentioning your name outright But I felt the need to write this one Without any subtlety

Laurel I need your smile back I need you back around I’m tired of feeling like The smallest thing in town

I have long rehearsed Verse after verse Chorus after chorus until the end So I think by now you know that I’m going To mention your name once again

Laurel I need your smile back I need you back around I’m tired of feeling like The smallest thing in town

credits

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

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

Benjamin Adair Murphy- guitar, bass, vocals Tzafrir Lichtenstein – drums, vocals Raul Rothblatt - cello

Here's how this one came about... I always wanted to try to write a long, narrative, tragic balled. The name 'Killarny Glen' popped in my head out of nowhere one day a while back, and when I looked it up it turned out to be a swimming hole in Australia. The real Killarny Glen works well as a setting for a balled - it's a rock formation naturally shaped like a heart. It's also permanently closed now because a teenager drowned there a few years ago.

I wrote the song from the perspective of the young drowning victim. When I had the verses I sent this demo over to my friend Eric in Nashville to see if he knew

My heart is the shape of the summer

My heart is the shape of the wind

My heart is the shape of the birds above

The waters of Killarny Glen

I walked far away from the city

Where I stated I do not know when

But I walked without anyone with me

Down the road to Killarny Glen

My mother she won’t leave off me

She squawks like a mean old hen

So I could not wait to leave the house

And hurry to Killarny Glen

The lights make my eyes water

The sounds make my head spin

So I’m headed out in the summer

To the rocks of Killarny Glen

The birds are in their cages

And the pigs are in their pens

And I’m bound for the open skies above

The waters of Killarny Glen

I once knew a man who told

That the women there make you grin

They lie right there in the sunshine

On the rocks of Killarny Glen

The pack has a bottle of water

And some cigarettes and some gin

And I won’t need too much else

When I make it to Killarny Glen

I don’t dwell in the past

Or worry about what might have been

All I knew is what is before me

As I walk towards Killarny Glen

There’s nothing I need behind me

No I’m never going back there again

All I need are the things that I’ve got

By the waters of Killarny Glen

There’s air that rolls off the river

That’s not found in the world of men

And it lifts me up as I fall into

The waters of Killarny Glen

I look down into the water

And I count from one to ten

And I close my eyes and I feel

The waters of Killarny Glen

Now the days are long behind me

Maybe someone will pick up a pen

And write a song about my life

And the story of Killarny Glen

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