Save a missile for me
cos I don't wanna be
the last man standing
Save the whales, save the refugees
save a place for me
under ground zero's shady tree
Jesus come quickly
the bell tolls for everybody else
Lord, make it swiftly
The whole world's gone to hell
There's tears on every corner
Brother, throw my guns to the ground
cos I don't wanna be found
the last man standing
Mama take these badges from me
cos I don't wanna see
another cause up in mirrors and smoke
Jesus come quickly
the bell tolls for everybody else
Lord make it swiftly
The whole world's gone to hell
There's tears on every corner
Give me a heart of flesh, a face of flint
if you want me to be
the last man standing
Give me words I won't repent
if you want me to be
the last man standing
Jesus come quickly
the bell tolls for everybody else
Lord make it swiftly
The whole world's gone to hell
Hope is a candle in a cyclone
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2008
Tuesday 12 April 2011
To let go - A song for Steve and Sandy Matthews
When the river hardly moves
When green pastures are my food
Nought to prove. Nought to show
I want to be ready
to go
When the rivers overflow
When the dams have all let go
There's nothing stable left to hold
I want to be ready
to let go
There's a storm on my horizon
It's greater than this vessel can bear
So my mustard seed of faith is in
someone who's been there
When the heavens overflow
When four angels have let go
When the fire hits the ground
I want to be ready
to be found
When the bridegroom takes His bride
I want to be ready
to rise
Copyright Mitch Murphy January 2011
When green pastures are my food
Nought to prove. Nought to show
I want to be ready
to go
When the rivers overflow
When the dams have all let go
There's nothing stable left to hold
I want to be ready
to let go
There's a storm on my horizon
It's greater than this vessel can bear
So my mustard seed of faith is in
someone who's been there
When the heavens overflow
When four angels have let go
When the fire hits the ground
I want to be ready
to be found
When the bridegroom takes His bride
I want to be ready
to rise
Copyright Mitch Murphy January 2011
My queen
You're my queen
My Norma Jean
My silver screen sunset scene
Copyright Mitch Murphy (who lurves Angela)
My Norma Jean
My silver screen sunset scene
Copyright Mitch Murphy (who lurves Angela)
Brother please forgive me
Brother please forgive me
for I know not what I do
The things I ought
just seem to haunt
I do the things
that I don't really want to
You seem to have it all together
I know that's just the pot
calling the kettle white
My heart gets cracked and hard
like the dust from which it came
Nothin' grows
in a dry furrow
I cut you down
before I even see you
You seem to float like life is light as a feather
I know that's just a weight
to sink us both
I got a friend in Jesus
and I know He's your man
He built a bridge between us
I burnt it a bit
I didn't really mean to
He said to love your neighbor
And I know who that means, too
He dug a quiet harbor
I'm glad it's you
Would you let me be one too
I'll see you rise just like mist on the water
I know that's something I'd
like to do with you
Copyright Mitch Murphy
for I know not what I do
The things I ought
just seem to haunt
I do the things
that I don't really want to
You seem to have it all together
I know that's just the pot
calling the kettle white
My heart gets cracked and hard
like the dust from which it came
Nothin' grows
in a dry furrow
I cut you down
before I even see you
You seem to float like life is light as a feather
I know that's just a weight
to sink us both
I got a friend in Jesus
and I know He's your man
He built a bridge between us
I burnt it a bit
I didn't really mean to
He said to love your neighbor
And I know who that means, too
He dug a quiet harbor
I'm glad it's you
Would you let me be one too
I'll see you rise just like mist on the water
I know that's something I'd
like to do with you
Copyright Mitch Murphy
Monday 11 April 2011
This owl and his pussycat
There's a happy sparkling stream that runs right through my mind
and a little pea-green boat and she is safe inside
White parasol and dress and shady ladies hat
My perfect pretty as a picture pussycat
The owl laid lazy on a nearby bank and sing
hoping pussycat might bring her bow up next to him
Pussy said to owl "would you please gently rock my boat
You see there's room for two and you just set my heart afloat"
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2008
and a little pea-green boat and she is safe inside
White parasol and dress and shady ladies hat
My perfect pretty as a picture pussycat
The owl laid lazy on a nearby bank and sing
hoping pussycat might bring her bow up next to him
Pussy said to owl "would you please gently rock my boat
You see there's room for two and you just set my heart afloat"
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2008
Miners gold
Take pains to pay for gold with sleep
Crave and horde; the hole gets deep
Until the miners' candle's cold
Then pay for painless sleep with gold
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2010
Crave and horde; the hole gets deep
Until the miners' candle's cold
Then pay for painless sleep with gold
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2010
Naked in the Garden
I'm afraid
not to build an empire
and I'm afraid
not to be the king
What if I wake one day and realise
that I've missed out
What if I wake up one day and realise
Life's passed me by and I've missed out
I want to get less
out of life
a song that is sweet
a joy that's complete
naked in the garden
Quiet and close
to my Lord
so I can hear
everything he has to say
walk in the cool of the day
naked in the garden
What if I build it
and they don't come
What if I pass her by in the street
and she's the one
I'm afraid to write a song
and not change the world
I feel the pressure and weight as you measure and pace
my song, my sound, my effect
on the world.
I want to get less
out of life
I'm happy with one wife
the love of my life
naked in the garden
Quiet and close
to my Lord
so I can hear
everything he has to say
walk in the cool of the day
naked in the garden
I'm afraid to take even just one step
without it being the first of a journey of a thousand
I'm afraid of unfailed relationships
at the risk of missing life's lessons when they all end
and what if
what if
What if
someone else
So what if
so what if
what if
someone else
I wished my life upon a star
I want to get less
not to build an empire
and I'm afraid
not to be the king
What if I wake one day and realise
that I've missed out
What if I wake up one day and realise
Life's passed me by and I've missed out
I want to get less
out of life
a song that is sweet
a joy that's complete
naked in the garden
Quiet and close
to my Lord
so I can hear
everything he has to say
walk in the cool of the day
naked in the garden
What if I build it
and they don't come
What if I pass her by in the street
and she's the one
I'm afraid to write a song
and not change the world
I feel the pressure and weight as you measure and pace
my song, my sound, my effect
on the world.
I want to get less
out of life
I'm happy with one wife
the love of my life
naked in the garden
Quiet and close
to my Lord
so I can hear
everything he has to say
walk in the cool of the day
naked in the garden
I'm afraid to take even just one step
without it being the first of a journey of a thousand
I'm afraid of unfailed relationships
at the risk of missing life's lessons when they all end
and what if
what if
What if
someone else
So what if
so what if
what if
someone else
I wished my life upon a star
and washed up downstream
not too far from where I'd started
no clouds had parted
If all men will be sailors then
fill my sails and plot my course
I'm yours
I want to get less
out of life
a song that is sweet
a joy that's complete
naked in the garden
Quiet and close
to my Lord
so I can hear
everything he has to say
walk in the cool of the day
naked in the garden
Copyright Mitch Murphy (sometime from 2006 to 2007)
Copyright Mitch Murphy (sometime from 2006 to 2007)
Saturday 9 April 2011
Low Chariot
Sometimes I don't feel like the chariot
is ever going to swing this low
If I looked over Jordan, what would I see
Ten thousand angels after me
And the hounds all at my heels
The devil drives his deal
and points me to the noose
You cut me loose
Straw and sticks won't do for bricks
don't need a wolf to blow down my home
These boys don't need a man, another flash in the pan
they need a rock and not a rolling stone
The hourglass is cracked
Days I can't put back
point me to the grave
Could I just be your slave?
Kisses on my face like gold
Tears on my neck like silver
Apples fresh pressed and cold
in days of drought and hunger
tell me it's OK
"I never went away
I'd sooner sink the stars in the sea
You've got me"
Counsel to the cast away is like hard rain on dry clay
Streams all clouded up with silt
The message of the sage seems to squall more with age
until my soul is just a sump for guilt
The plowers on my back
celebrate each trophy track
The clouds have opened up
you share my cup
Kisses on my face like gold
Tears on my neck like silver
Apples fresh pressed and cold
in days of drought and hunger
tell me it's OK
"I never went away
I'd sooner sink the stars in the sea
You've got me"
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2009 (or thereabouts)
is ever going to swing this low
If I looked over Jordan, what would I see
Ten thousand angels after me
And the hounds all at my heels
The devil drives his deal
and points me to the noose
You cut me loose
Straw and sticks won't do for bricks
don't need a wolf to blow down my home
These boys don't need a man, another flash in the pan
they need a rock and not a rolling stone
The hourglass is cracked
Days I can't put back
point me to the grave
Could I just be your slave?
Kisses on my face like gold
Tears on my neck like silver
Apples fresh pressed and cold
in days of drought and hunger
tell me it's OK
"I never went away
I'd sooner sink the stars in the sea
You've got me"
Counsel to the cast away is like hard rain on dry clay
Streams all clouded up with silt
The message of the sage seems to squall more with age
until my soul is just a sump for guilt
The plowers on my back
celebrate each trophy track
The clouds have opened up
you share my cup
Kisses on my face like gold
Tears on my neck like silver
Apples fresh pressed and cold
in days of drought and hunger
tell me it's OK
"I never went away
I'd sooner sink the stars in the sea
You've got me"
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2009 (or thereabouts)
No Holes in Heaven
One stole my heart
and broke it apart
Left me with nothing
but a hole
the size of my soul
There's no holes in heaven
and no tears or lies
No hearts divided
and no holes
One stole my script
politely ripped
Left me with nothing
but a space
between judgement and grace
His story's perfect
graven in gold
If mine burns then let it burn
His be told
When He moves, everything moves
When He breathes, everything's new
When He gives, everything's gain
When He doesn't speak there is nothing
but a hole.
One threw the book
with a very proud look
Left me with nothing
but to wait
for the seal of my fate
My judge is Jesus
no jury required
He tasted death for me
and I won't taste it twice
There's no holes in heaven
and no tears or lies
No hearts divided
and no holes
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2011
and broke it apart
Left me with nothing
but a hole
the size of my soul
There's no holes in heaven
and no tears or lies
No hearts divided
and no holes
One stole my script
politely ripped
Left me with nothing
but a space
between judgement and grace
His story's perfect
graven in gold
If mine burns then let it burn
His be told
When He moves, everything moves
When He breathes, everything's new
When He gives, everything's gain
When He doesn't speak there is nothing
but a hole.
One threw the book
with a very proud look
Left me with nothing
but to wait
for the seal of my fate
My judge is Jesus
no jury required
He tasted death for me
and I won't taste it twice
There's no holes in heaven
and no tears or lies
No hearts divided
and no holes
Copyright Mitch Murphy 2011
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