"Do That" c. K.Murray Well it seems theres a fashion an old human passion for fitting in not me i dont do that if this is a civilised society its missing its humanity and dont know somehow its wilfully blind Somehow our gods are technological needs psycholgical, life biological a moment in time, then nothing i dont buy that we've got labels for this, labels for that everything and everywhere and everyone just labels on a map They say its a new kind of order its just another border its just a wishing well dont kid yourself well honey if it seems real nice you can bet its a vice its a major distraction from where the real action is dont do that So we have new evangilists rebuilding rome selling us soap and keeping us home man made boxes of shadows and light they talk all day then they mock all night we we should be talking men and women but we dont do that anymore no. we do our typical, cynical token intellectual smart but ineffectual we do that and when we rally to a statement we get crtics and resentment endless meetings and amendments smoke in the wind so we stay comfortable and ignorant complacent and indifferent silent and beligerent tears in rain we do that they say theres a place and a time for political rhyme they must be your rules they're not mine i dont do that well right here right now its not a matter of how you draw a line in the sand and anyone can you just do that right now we'll do our syncopational harmonic inspirational discordant confronational music of peace and of pain no gain lets do that right now.......

"When the Jazz Musician Sings" c. K.Murray Does it mean the gigs in trouble when the jazz musician sings Cause normally he's happy playing odd notes while he swings, or Does it mean you missed a coup'd'etat behind the wings and some crooner lies unconcious while a time bell softly rings and if he's singing like a tomcat could his reasons be the same could this be a futile strategy to find or meet a dame could it be a late attempt to grab some all illusive fame are you witness to a sidestep that could end careers in shame well it could be that his singin means a thousand different things Does it mean the gigs in trouble when the jazz musician sings?. well it might be desperation he may just have lost his nut he might be trying to free himself from some viscotic rut it could be a reaction to a world thats changing fast or an exorcism of some demons hiding in his past or the witnessing a million love songs falling on deaf ears well its hard to watch the world ignore that greatest gift for years and years or it could be just a substitute for shedding all his tears or is he simply challenging his critics and his peers well it could be that his singing means a thousand different things are we heading into trouble when the jazz musician sings The reasons very simple let me end your guessing game its a kind of anger management with a theraputic aim you see these machines kills fascists i heard woody guthrie say now theres none left in the folks clubs where the righteous go to pray but there might be some in jazz world its an easy place to hide theres a shortage of considered verse its a swingin note filled ride so with great resolve just so you know that all the jazz we play is aimed at any nazi's hiding mongst you good folks today our ammunitions friendly so please dont move away cause the decent won't be troubled when the jazz musicians play.

"Guilty" c. K.Murray you say we're moving forward from a comfy chair well its easy when your sitting to suggest that you care but our priveliged perspectives all our points and views we're not helping anybody just by catching the news i might be preaching and its not sunday i may talk like a fool i may be stating the obvious i may be sounding uncool but while we walk in golden sunlight and we bathe amongst its rays while we pretend we're Gods good people and we can wash all sins away when we witness distant cruelties we all live on elsewhere street but when all our neighbours kids lie hungry pleading at our feet will we hear at all tell me will we hear them them at all brothers can you hear them at all sisters do you hear them at all We see fat cats getting fatter we see nations collide we watch like dumb spectators on a fairground ride we see poverty's abundance growing fast in daylight we learn to shut our eyes and sleep sound through the night we we watch movies while mothers watch their kids starve we are guilty one and all we are if we go quietly when we should be getting louder we are guilty When you look upon your kingdom and you watch your children play well its easy to believe its home where charity should stay but if you look beyond your borders if you open up your eyes you'll see that all our comforts lean on corporate lies thats if you see at all tell me if you see it at all brother do you see it at all sister do you see it at all You say its only dreamers try to change this world you say that trying to make a difference is simply absurd but how much effort makes a difference for a third world child how much would make you notice how much would make you wild enough to do something, something more than talking are you guilty are you guilty don't do nothing all inaction is collusion don't be guilty don't be Are you tough enough for poetry strong enough for love are you ready for compassion or do you leave it to above are you ready to try sowing something someone else can reap are you ready to to more than making noises while you sleep or don't you dream at all maybe you don't dream at all maybe you don't dream at all we say nothing when we should be saying something guilty if we go gently when we should be kicking doors down we are guilty one and all we are if we tread softly when we should be jumping up and down we are guilty one and all we are if we play dumb when we should use our education we are guilty one and all we are if we get softer when we should be getting harder we are guilty, we are guilty if we go gently when we should be kicking doors down we are guilty one and all we are if we tread softly when we should be jumping up and down we are guilty one and all we are if we play dumb when we should use our education silence is collusion we are guilty one and all we are our comforts an illusion our silence a confusion, lately i don't sleep at all if we play dumb when we should use our education we are guilty one and all we are if we tread softly when we should be jumping up and down we are guilty one and all we are lately i don't sleep at all a girlfriend is delusion We say nothing when we should be saying something.

"Spider in a Bath Tub" c.K.Murray There was a spider in a bath tub in that classic twist of fate well he had wandered far into the night just lookin for a mate the noises of the morning told him he was in a spot and all the climbing skills that kings admired were helping not a lot the steep cliffs of enamel he'd been scaling for an hour did'nt end his tribulations when he came upon a shower the footsteps in the hallway echoed trouble on its way and any minute now some nervous dame would come and spoil his day somedays your better off staying in bed somedays you make a stand when you should have fled somedays every road is a cul de sac somedays you face a climb that could break your back all he wanted a little company a safe encounter with a spider, preferably a she a little something at the end of his shift a special someone just to give him a lift from the ceiling came a mocking laugh and he looked to see a fly "hey buddy your in trouble she does'nt have a guy well i've been dining 2 days here and the place is spick and clean and i have'nt seen no cobwebs, you know what that means and don't count on her being budhist i never heard her sing and theres a thousand miles of glass and tiles before you climb out of that thing you'd better face it your just a spider in a bath tub ridiculous". well the spider heard his heckler and he stopped to use his brain then he dropped back in the bath tub and headed for the chain when he heard the woman enter he was one link from the top and so he clung with all his 8 tired legs frozen to the spot but the lady had a schedule every morning was the same and she attended to her face and teeth before she washed her mane so the spider made a desperate dash inside that overspill and then the thought that she might have a bath consumed him like a chill somedays your better off staying in bed somedays you made a stand when you should have fled somedays every roads like a cul de sac somedays you face a climb that could break your back all he wanted a little company a safe encounter with a spider, preferably a she a little something at the end of his shift a special someone cause we all need that lift then the sound of falling water made him turn to see the view but the clouds of steam arising did'nt tell him nothing new when the woman stood inside the bath he knew it was a shower then she stood right there before him like a freshly blooming flower then something deep inside confirmed that his luck had changed and so he watched the woman for a while and learned why all men are deranged all men are deranged when the lady left the bathroom he climbed slowly from his cave well he was tired and wet and hungry, blessing fortune he'd been saved then the sound of bursting bubbles made him look into the bath as they vanished they revealed a sight that almost made him laugh a motion he detected from the corner of his eye had revealed stuck in the drain a freshly cleaned and 1/2 drowned fly "well buddy your in trouble", said the spider to his prey and as he headed down to breakfast he was clearly heard to say "i'm just a spider in the bath tub you'd better face it your with a spider in a bath tub ridiculous".

"Must have been a cowboy" c.K.Murray i must have been a cowboy must have crossed the western ranges i know i love the big wide sky and to see the seasons changes i love the wind upon my face the sun across my back i like sleepin in the open and my coffee thick and black i must have been a soldier must have fought across the ages i know the sign of fear in men and i know to swerve their rages i have no trust for presidents i do not trust their speeches i know the lies of history and to question all they teach us somehow we're connected to the stuff that makes the stars through the matter in the universe through time through family scars when i look across the night sky i can see across the years i can sense the touch of those that came before and fought to get me here i must have been a bird of peace must have flown across all nations i never found no place to call home never found no safe foundations we worry for our childrens kids we worry for good reason cause democracy's just a comfort word and slavery's back in season somehow i'm connected to the stuff that makes the stars through the matter in the universe through time through family scars when i look out on the night sky i can see across the years i can sense the touch of those that came before and fought to get me here we are all connected to the stuff that makes the stars through all the matter in the universe through time and family scars when you look out on the night sky you can see across the years you can sense the touch of those that came before and fought to get you here i must have been a speck of cosmic dust adrift in space i know my soul has travelled far to wear this human face i know my family fell and rose to challenges and chance i know that time dictates both when and if at all we dance.

"Shadows in the Dark" c.K.Murray "Well its almost academic" said the juggler to the fool. "If you fail to pay the piper, rats return, well thats the rule take our laws of economics add some math and common sense, all our minstrels end up beggars, well its almost present tense. In this hall of kings and other vermin, bullet traders dine. While whores and comic singers watch their songsmiths serving wine Do you see that dark haired beauty dancing naked on the bar, they say she writes a powerful song her voice bright as the very star that lights us yet she's a shadow in the dark." "I think our gig is safe" said the fool "the people pay for laughs and my moneys in munitions, i watch rising profit graphs every day." then he heard the juggler say "Your growing shadows in the dark, growing shadows in the dark, so let me shed some light here let me shed some light here". "If we only pay for bullets, if we only pay for crack, if we only pay for juggling skills and musics free to hack, then the only money left's in guns and drugs and circus tricks all those kids that study music, waste their time learning new licks. You cannot download talent, cannot download soul or brains and you cant download rat catchers when the rats pour from your drains in rat world no one earns a wage, no family safe and fed all that we once valued dearly will be whispered or left unsaid We'll hide like shadows in the dark" "So do not think your gig is safe," said the juggler " thats not cool if you let these longtails flourish you'll grow a bigger fool every day and soon you'll have to stay a shadow in the dark like a shadow in the dark so let us turn some lights on let us turn some lights on We'd better turn this current set of values on its head if we don't then all our wages, well they'll soon be paid in lead and we'd better free our songbirds and we'd better feed them soon and free them from this twilight world to hear them praise the moon well you could learn some satire and i'll learn to throw knives and maybe we'll reduce these rats that seem to run our lives and daylight will come sooner when the songbird and the lark are free and fit for purpose chasing night and all its shadows in the dark So lets us make our future safe" said the juggler " lets get cruel and me and you go hunting where the vermin seem to rule everywhere." and the fool said " that sounds fair, lets hunt some shadows in the dark" Together they turned lights on someone turned their lights on "honey leave a light on i'll chase your shadows in the dark honey leave a light on"

"Angels Tears" c.K.Murray Rise sing you beautiful angels The sun came up the other day he looked around, then went away and the sky it filled with cloud, rain and grey the people on the ground looked up then down above their coats they wore a frown and felt their moment passed them by gloom spilled everywhere and while he hid above the cloud, the moon she heard him say aloud "You can't keep these guys happy, even when we shine if they could see the view from here they'd see their worries disapear and maybe learn to live together just like us. to the moon he groaned "its all time loaned and all they ever did was moaned they take everything for granted even life itself". "How long do you think you and me should hang around while they run free i got better things to do than watch them while their feeling sad and blue so heaven help me." "Rise sing you beautiful angel". "Rise sing you beautiful angels sing rise you chorus of angels" with velvet tongue the rising moon said "Honey you'll be setting soon its just an off day that your having, my shift next". "They're still just kids they're not all bad they just get grumpy like their dad well we got lots in common in this here part of space and we must watch them when they fall and hope that they grow strong and tall like every parent must, so honey just relax and you throw yourself a solar storm and we can show them sunsets warm and paint the night with colour maybe tonight they'll sleep sound and dream and put up your feet and rest awhile tonight i'll wear my crescent smile and while their sleeping, maybe together we can turn tides and when you rise we'll fill their skies with singing birds and butterflies and hope and wonder and share our love and next time babe when rain appears, romantics will see Angels tears and like me know, that only you can chase the clouds away away" "oh you beautiful angel oh you beautiful angels". rise sing you beautiful angels rise sing you beautiful angels rise sing you beautiful angels rise sing you beautiful angels

"Time Goes On" c.K.Murray time goes on they say but they're all wrong, its just a question of perspective like this moment of conjective , if you take this song, right here you know that it won't last long, if no one takes a solo in a minute its all over so fly on the back of every second snatch the moment and check yourself and if your still breathing well are you wide awake focus some attention on your heartbeat and if it grows steady and stronger gather your senses together and focus make your time last longer so let us stretch some time maybe together we can cross that line tween the second and the hour let the moment spring to flower but take your time, cause you know it feels just fine, in this moment of reflection give the present some direction and fly on the back of every passing second snatch the moment and check yourself and if your still breathing well are you wide awake focus some attention on your heartbeat and if it grows steady and stronger gather your senses together and focus make your time last longer time goes on they say but they're all wrong its just a question of perspective in this moment of conjective if you took this song right here it did'nt last long fly on the back of passing seconds check yourself well are you wide awake make your time last longer

"New Day" c.K.Murray i used to be somebody i used to have a life i used to have some prospects well i even had a wife then luck made me a parent and i had to take that road all my prizes up and vanished as i raised the seedlings sowed and saw them grow now i know that all the cliches i ignored were simple truths and maybe more cause every cloud has silver lining you've no chickens till they hatch don't leave anything to fate and you will always meet your match finding diamonds in the roughs tougher than needles in the thatch and tomorrows a new day i learned to fear the coming day became a hypocrite i followed parent footsteps and i missed more than i hit i caused my kids to scratch their heads in wonder at my ways and even those of no relation found me hard work on most days now i know that if you let all of your feelings show then you will reap some things you did'nt mean to sow woken dogs bite sticks and stones hurt when they strike fortune often takes a hike and if you've never seen the like if your horizons lookin cloudy tomorrows a new day now my kids know me much better than i ever knew myself and now that they have flown the nest i'm put back on the shelf but i'll not let the dust settle i'll not fade away and before i learn to shuffle this old dog will have his day in clover and as i watch my kids at play know nothings over until that fat old lady sings as long as cabbages are kings and loves a many splendoured thing as long as magpies harvest rings well i will dance until a disney coloured mornings birdsong brings that new day tomorrow is just a new day tomorrow i'll find a new way tomorrow is just a new day tomorrow is just a new day

"Las Canteras" c.K.Murray Hey Julio its sunday and we're still on our feet so lets go where we know the sky and oceans always meet at Las Canteras lets call the guys and tell them to meet us on the street we'll take the bus uptown and flirt with all the girls we meet Las Canteras Las Canteras Sun in the sky and happy people walking by sound of surfbeat on the sand julio tres guitarra cantar et cancion arregla la tristeza y mundo se ve mehore And Julio bring towels and later we can swim if anyones reluctant we can always drag them into Las Canteras Las Canteras And maybe we'll play football against the local guys pretend we're Marradona's to catch their girlfriends eyes Las Canteras Las Canteras Sun in the sky and happy people walking by sound of surfbeat on the sand julio tres guitarra cantar et cancion arregla la tristeza y mundo se ve mehore And Julio when night comes and the city's under starts before the imans song has sent us home via the bars of Las Canteras Las Canteras Before we wake on monday with the passing of the moon we'll promise Las Canteras we'll come back to see her soon oh Las Canteras Las Canteras y mundo se ve mehore julio tres guitarra cantar et cancion arregla la tristeza y mundo se ve mehore arregla la tristeza y mundo se ve mehore y mundo se ve mehore