It's sick and it's sad and it makes me grieve
At the bad things
Borne on the wings
Of the loose twists and ruthless turns
Of fact, truth and tact you've put to good use
Yeah right,
Right
Wrong
Too many times
Two rights
Make a wrong
Each hard word said is a scar on your heart
And your head's the part
That starts the end
Of the best of friends
Amends immense
And your pride stands tall and high and hard as a Jericho wall
You think in time
The other wall
will fall
'Til then it's just right,
Right, left
Right, right, left
Right
Right
Wrong
Too many times
Two rights
Make a wrong
Mitch Murphy 2004-2005
Saturday, 10 December 2011
It's not easy being green
I've given over to this world
Rendered Caesar's unto Caesar
Every other part I give to you
Take it
Please save it
If I wake before I die
I pray the Lord my steps to guide
And if I touch the spotty thing
I pray dear Lord please wash my clothing
It's not easy being green
Green and tender for the bruising
But tender's what you need
To mould me
Please mould me
If I wake before I die
I pray the Lord my steps to guide
And if I touch the spotty thing
I pray dear Lord please wash my clothing
I had a friend in apathy
He tried to smother my intention
I slit his throat while he was sleeping
He would have done the same to me
Goodnight apathy
If I wake before I die
I pray the Lord my steps to guide
And if I touch the spotty thing
I pray dear Lord please wash my clothing
Mitch Murphy 2003
Rendered Caesar's unto Caesar
Every other part I give to you
Take it
Please save it
If I wake before I die
I pray the Lord my steps to guide
And if I touch the spotty thing
I pray dear Lord please wash my clothing
It's not easy being green
Green and tender for the bruising
But tender's what you need
To mould me
Please mould me
If I wake before I die
I pray the Lord my steps to guide
And if I touch the spotty thing
I pray dear Lord please wash my clothing
I had a friend in apathy
He tried to smother my intention
I slit his throat while he was sleeping
He would have done the same to me
Goodnight apathy
If I wake before I die
I pray the Lord my steps to guide
And if I touch the spotty thing
I pray dear Lord please wash my clothing
Mitch Murphy 2003
In You I have Peace
The long tongs
Of their tongues pin me
And the hammers
Of their blunt words nail me
The bellows
Of their empty wisdom wail against me
But in you I have peace
The shade upon my right hand
Friend, friend, friend
Friend? Liar
They say love, love
Could you blaspheme the name of any higher?
And the dove, the dove
Is just a gentle white bird
But in you I have peace
My brother and my keeper
When everytime I try to smile
Facepaint and pantomime
When everytime I try to fly
Redtape and razorwire
When the bird on the wing
Is such a foreign thing
In you I have peace
My brother and my keeper
The shade upon my right hand
Mitch Murphy 2005
Of their tongues pin me
And the hammers
Of their blunt words nail me
The bellows
Of their empty wisdom wail against me
But in you I have peace
The shade upon my right hand
Friend, friend, friend
Friend? Liar
They say love, love
Could you blaspheme the name of any higher?
And the dove, the dove
Is just a gentle white bird
But in you I have peace
My brother and my keeper
When everytime I try to smile
Facepaint and pantomime
When everytime I try to fly
Redtape and razorwire
When the bird on the wing
Is such a foreign thing
In you I have peace
My brother and my keeper
The shade upon my right hand
Mitch Murphy 2005
Sweet day
It's a sweet day
Wind on my back, sun on my face
It's a nice one
To keep it to myself
In my lap
Golden platter, silver spoon, the gravy train stops right outside my room
But that's not the track
To anywhere I want to be
Take a living coal
From off your altar
Purge my lips til they speak
The good things
Bring all your broken, mistreated and bruised
O taste and see, The Lord is good
I'm the one
The sun shines on
I got everything you want
But I count it all as dung
Save the freedom that Jesus won
And that's the track
To everywhere I want to be
Take a living coal
From off your altar
Purge my lips til they speak
The good things
Bring all your broken, mistreated and bruised
O taste and see, The Lord is good
Bring all your lame; they'll walk, the blind will see again
Mitch Murphy (sometime between 2004 and 2005)
Wind on my back, sun on my face
It's a nice one
To keep it to myself
In my lap
Golden platter, silver spoon, the gravy train stops right outside my room
But that's not the track
To anywhere I want to be
Take a living coal
From off your altar
Purge my lips til they speak
The good things
Bring all your broken, mistreated and bruised
O taste and see, The Lord is good
I'm the one
The sun shines on
I got everything you want
But I count it all as dung
Save the freedom that Jesus won
And that's the track
To everywhere I want to be
Take a living coal
From off your altar
Purge my lips til they speak
The good things
Bring all your broken, mistreated and bruised
O taste and see, The Lord is good
Bring all your lame; they'll walk, the blind will see again
Mitch Murphy (sometime between 2004 and 2005)
A Lullaby for my little ones
Close your eyes
Don't let them open
'Til it's time to rise
Time to see the sunlight
Don't let the world
Trouble you none
Don't let it weigh
Heavy upon you
The evil today
Is enough for you now
And the good gifts of God
Cannot be traded
Drop your plans
Sink to the bottom
The wheel rolls unmanned
The sails rest while she's mooring
Wait for the wind
That speaks peace within
The spinnaker sags
Without her lover
The treasure you seek
Will find its own wings
And fields white as gold
Are yours in the morning
Close your eyes
Don't let them open
'Til it's time to rise
Time to see the sunlight
Don't let the world
Trouble you none
Don't let it weigh
Heavy upon you
The evil today
Is enough for you now
And the good gifts of God
Will greet you unfaded
Mitch Murphy November 2011
Don't let them open
'Til it's time to rise
Time to see the sunlight
Don't let the world
Trouble you none
Don't let it weigh
Heavy upon you
The evil today
Is enough for you now
And the good gifts of God
Cannot be traded
Drop your plans
Sink to the bottom
The wheel rolls unmanned
The sails rest while she's mooring
Wait for the wind
That speaks peace within
The spinnaker sags
Without her lover
The treasure you seek
Will find its own wings
And fields white as gold
Are yours in the morning
Close your eyes
Don't let them open
'Til it's time to rise
Time to see the sunlight
Don't let the world
Trouble you none
Don't let it weigh
Heavy upon you
The evil today
Is enough for you now
And the good gifts of God
Will greet you unfaded
Mitch Murphy November 2011
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