Republican Death Cult Blues (Part 1) Here comes the red wave The worst of the worst days The holes growing under your shoes Here comes the last breath Here comes the sad death Republican Death Cult Blues Here come the long clubs Here come the young thugs This gauntlet we’re all running through Here comes the same shit Here comes the same split Republican Death Cult Blues At the end of this road There’s a door that won’t close And the snake is sliced up Into parts At the end of this day There’s nothing to say That we haven’t all said From the start Here comes the same rage Here come the same names McConnell, Rubio, Cruz… The killers in white sheets The assholes with nice teeth Republican Death Cult Blues Here comes the same fear Here comes the nightmare There’s nothing to say or to do You know this feeling Say a prayer for your children Republican Death Cult Blues Yes, you know this feeling Hold on to your children Republican Death Cult Blues Republican Death Cult Blues (Part 2) Birds say “tweet” Puppies say “woof” And Republicans Murder police officers Babies like milk Children like sweets And Republicans Murder police officers Fish jump in the summer Love blossoms in the spring Republicans smashed the doors Of the Capital Building The sun rises in the morning In the evening it will set Who will Republicans Murder next? Republican Death Cult Blues (Part 3) I'm on a Quarantined ship And we're stranded In the harbor You think you're used To all this shit But then it just keeps Getting harder We said goodbye To all our friends Who we used to Know as lovers It gets lonely When it’s quiet But at least we’re All together We’re a crew Of loyal patriots Who can’t understand Our fathers We chose the Loudest ones to lead And we silenced All the others We’re sliding back From where we came The shore is hidden By the weather I thought that we Were close to land But then the tide Pulled us out further I wrote a letter To my mom But then I ripped Apart the paper She doesn’t need To know what’s up It’s never really Worth the bother I might be killed For my beliefs But I’ll look good When I get murdered We built a trampoline With fishing net And each day I’m jumping higher Yes, each day I’m jumping higher And I can hear My sad heart sing But then they shut down The whole thing--- Cause someone had a seizure On that motherfucker What’s Wrong with Your Ears? They're speaking To you straight But you block them Off with fences Then you Dig down Deeper in Those trenches You know about The troubles You know about The fears So, tell me So, tell me What’s wrong With your ears? I ask you About water You say it Runs uphill I ask you About time You say it Just stands still You know About the violence You know About the tears So, tell me So, tell me What’s wrong With your ears? I ask you About the world You tell me That it’s flat I ask you For the truth You go on The attack I don’t know What’s confusing I don’t know What’s not clear So, tell me So, tell me What’s wrong With your ears? What’s wrong With your ears? What’s wrong With your ears? Republican Death Cult Blues (Part 4) There will always be Republicans So do the best you can There will always be the hatred There will always be the Klan Every night is Kristallnacht It’s always January 6th There will always be the lies There will always be the tricks There will always be a Donald Trump There will always be a Nixon There will always be the men Who spread fear and drive division There will always be Republicans I know it’s hard to understand So do the best you can, My love Do the best you can Bio: Benjamin Adair Murphy’s music will soon be heard in the film ‘Nine Bullets’ starring Lena Headey, Sam Worthington, and Barbara Hershey. His lyrics have been published in Fevers of the Mind, Headline Poetry and Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Rabid Oak, Coven Poetry, Goat’s Milk Magazine and others. His last album 'Let’s Make a King' was named one of the best albums of 2020 by multiple publications. He lives in Mexico City. benjaminadairmurphy.com
Stolen Equipment In 1969 Someone broke Into a van And they stole All the Equipment From a Rock and roll Band They stole The Vox Amps And they stole The Tone Benders They Stole the Box Fuzz And they stole The Stratocasters But the band That owned That van Had a certain Kind of Sound Because the band That owned That van Was the Velvet Underground And under Screaming lines Of feedback Was the way They always Played Sometimes For thirty Minutes When the Song was Sister Ray But stripped Of all That gear The band Sounded clean And sweet So they Went back to The studio And recorded I’m Set Free And they Recorded After Hours And That’s The Story Of My Life They recorded Candy Says And Beginning To See The Light And ain’t that Just the way It goes With possessions And with Noise? Sometimes the Things that fill The space Can also Cover up Your voice And don’t all of us Get robbed Sometimes And have to Work with Less? But maybe On the Other side We’ll find Pale Blue Eyes Or Jesus A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Benjamin Adair Murphy Poetry/Songs inspired by Leonard Cohen from Benjamin Adair Murphy
Bio: Benjamin Adair Murphy’s album ‘Let’s Make a King’ was named one of the best albums of 2020 by multiple publications. His lyrics and poetry have been published in Fevers of the Mind, Headline Poetry and Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Rabid Oak, Coven Poetry, Goat’s Milk Magazine, and others. He lives in Mexico City.
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Benjamin Adair Murphy writes blues and country songs. His last album ‘Let’s Make a King’ was named one of the best albums of 2020 by multiple publications. His poetry and lyrics have been published in Fevers of the Mind, Headline Poetry and Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, The Good Ear Review, Ophelia Street, and others, and are forthcoming in Rabid Oak and Coven Poetry. His plays have been performed in New York, Boston, and Chicago. He lives in Mexico City. Songs | Benjamin Adair Murphy Songs | Benjamin Adair Murphy
Q1: When did you start writing and first influences?
Benjamin: I started writing songs when I was about 13. Around that time, I was listening to a lot of early Pink Floyd – the records with Syd Barrett. I was also listening to a lot of delta blues guys like Robert Johnson, Mississippi John Hurt, and Blind Willie Johnson. That music is haunting stuff, and can stick with you forever – it sure stuck with me…
Q2: Who are your biggest influences today?
Benjamin: I have three equally important influences: Tom Waits, Bob Dylan, and Leonard Cohen. Obviously, all of them are incredible songwriters, but they’re also all artists who kept getting better as they got older. That’s pretty inspirational. John Prine should also probably be on that list.
Q3: Where did you grow up and how did that influence your writing/art/music?
Benjamin: My parents split up when I was in elementary school, and my older brother and I used to spend summers with our dad in Northampton, Massachusetts. Northampton is very hip and expensive these days, but back in the eighties it was pretty run down and had a lot of empty storefronts. My dad rented a tiny apartment above a Mexican restaurant. The place was a dump, but I loved it because it was right across the street from a famous music venue called the Iron Horse. The stage in the Iron Horse is right at the entrance, and on summer nights we used to sit out on our fire escape and watch whatever was happening. Everybody came through the Iron Horse back then – Kris Kristofferson, Stan Getz, Townes Van Zandt…I was able to hear a lot of great music. I didn’t know who half of them were at the time, but their faces, their names, and their songs all entered my consciousness in an abstract kind of way. I was able to get a bird’s eye view of the romantic side of live music, but I was also able to see the business side of working musicians out on the road – loading and unloading equipment and that sort of thing.
Q4: Have any travels away from home influence your work/describe?
Benjamin: I’ve lived out of the U.S. for the last 10 years, and I’ve recorded albums in Rome and Mexico City, but most of my songs aren’t really tied to any city or region. I only remember a few instances when my lyrics came out of specific places. I wrote a song called ‘Upside Down: A Spell for Traversing the Land of the Dead’ after seeing a papyrus at the Egyptian Museum in Torino. My last album has a song called “The White Man Gets Things Done” which was influenced by a mural in Mexico City by Diego Riviera of the Spanish conquistadors forcing indigenous Indians to work in the silver mines.
Q5: Any pivotal moment when you knew you wanted to be a writer?
Benjamin: Writing songs is just something I’ve always done. There have been plenty of times when it didn’t make any financial or logical sense to be an artist, and I’ve just pushed on. I don’t really have a single ‘pivotal’ moment, I just have a lot of small moments when I persisted and endured.
Q6: Favorite activities to relax?
Benjamin: I like to go for long walks by myself. I’m happy in the city or in the woods, just as long as I don’t need to speak to anyone for a few hours.
Q7: Any recent or forthcoming projects you’d like to promote?
Benjamin: I just signed a music licensing deal with a company called Artlist: Let’s Make a King by Benjamin Adair Murphy | Royalty Free Music Album – Artlist.io. It’s a good place for filmmakers to get royalty free music, and hopefully I’ll start hearing my songs in some films or TV shows. And my new EP will be ready at some point this year, but my producer got into a motorcycle crash a few months ago and hasn’t been able to work on it very much recently. In the meantime, all my other music is on Bandcamp: Let’s Make a King | Benjamin Adair Murphy (bandcamp.com)
Q8: What is a favorite line from one of your poems/songs?
I like these lyrics I wrote for a song called ‘Wake Up When the Train Stops’: Don’t worry about the ride / Don’t worry about your watch / Close your eyes / You’ll wake up when the train stops
Q9: Who has helped you most with writing?
Benjamin: I’m pretty confident in my own songwriting abilities, and for the most part I instinctively know what works or doesn’t work. I don’t need much help with the writing, but I need a lot of help with every other aspect of music production; the recording, the mixing, the mastering… I don’t have the patience for a lot of that stuff, but I have some friends who are masterful at it. Luckily, I have been able to work with good people, and without them my songs would never leave my own living room.