Category Archives: Songs

Judith Collin’s Whipping Post – ACC – JR Murphy

7.   Judith Collin’s Whipping Post – ACC

I’ve been run down, I’ve been lied to
Don’t know why I let that mean woman make a fool of me
She took all my money, wrecked my new life
Bet now she’s with one of her bureaucrat buddies
Drinkin in some up-market bar

That’s why I feel, that’s why I feel
Like I’ve been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post
Oh God I feel like I’m dying

They all tell me that I’m being such a fool
And I have to stand by and take it lady, all for needing you
Drown myself in sorrow, when I look at what you’ve done
But nothing seems to change, the bad times stay the same and I can’t run

That’s why I feel, that’s why I feel
Like I’ve been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post
Oh God I feel like I’m dying

That’s why I feel, that’s why I feel
Like I’ve been tied to the whipping post
Tied to the whipping post, tied to the whipping post
Oh God I feel like I’m dying

End

 

Heaven’s Door – JR Murphy

3.  Heaven’s Door

Sitting here listening to Eric
In my battered old 50s rockin chair
My discman gives it to me just how I like it
Loud and surround in my ear

Off in the distaqnce past the neighbours
The poplars whisper the winds symphony
As spirit blows ‘cross the papa
There’s a storm brewing sweeping up country

Eric’s started blowin harp in my head
And knockin on the door of the dead
Trying to keep it together through this killer storm weather
A battle that fills me with dread

The CDs now on Guns N Roses
As the evening air touches my skin
And the clouds rolling in from the west
Like a woollen cloak pulled cross the heavens

Now Axle starts knockin on the door
As only he knows how to do
He sings it – I live it
Trying that door to break through

Oh God when are they gunna listen
Their ears are so closed to our pain
The voice of a casualty of trauma
Writhing in pain, writhing in pain

The light is starting to fade…….

Knock, knock, knockin on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin on heaven’s door
Knock, knock, knockin on heaven’s door

EnD

 

I’m Not Human Sewage – a prophetic re-write

Am crying, look what just happened with my song Human Sewage, hopefully more prophetic words, my fight for justice for myself and other people finally near its end and I can get on with my life.

I’M NOT HUMAN SEWAGE

I’m not human sewage the DHB decided so
Hope Mark said we must do something
Not pretend we do not know

I’m not human sewage ACC decided so
Judith Collins said lets do something
To stop this torture show

 I’m not human sewage, the Commissioners decided so
The Ombudsman said do something
We do wanna know what you know

I’m not human sewage the government decided so
Cunliffe Key said we can do something
To stop this hypocrite show

I’m not human sewage my MP decided so
Trevor Mallard said I can do something
Yes, I do wanna know

I’m not human sewage mental health decided so
No more ignorant bigots
Running some suicide show

Turning people to human sewage
Who were bullied abused just so
Now witness to the truth they’re telling
Showing they care and I know

We’re no longer human sewage
Many people decided so
When they all stood up and said something
Which is why I’m here on show, singing

We don’t have human sewage
Rotting out there just so
By-product of stock-traders
Neo-liberals had to go

Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye

 

Devil Went Down to Greytown – song

Sung Devil Went Down To Georgia on the karaoke last night, like songs that test my vocals and timing.  I used to like tongue twisters when I was young.

This was my lyrics to the Charlie Daniels Song Devil Went Down To Georgia.

 

The Devil went down to Greytown she was looking for a soul to steal
She was in a bind cause she was way behind and was willin to make a deal
When she came across this woman blowin on a harp and playing it hot
And the Devil jumped up on a totara stump and said girl let me tell you what

I bet you didn’t know it but I’m a harp player too
And if you’d care to take a dare I’ll make a bet with you
Now you play pretty good harp girl but give the Devil her due
I bet these harps of gold against your soul cause I think I’m better than you
The girl said my name’s Janie and it might be a sin
But I’ll take your bet, you’re gunna regret cause I’m the best that’s ever been

Janie gather up your blow and play your rock harp hard
Cause hells broke loose in Greytown and the Devil deals the cards
And if you win you get those shiny harps made of gold
But if you lose, the Devil gets your soul

The Devil opened up her case and she said I’ll start this show
And fire flew from her evil lips as she began to blow
As she pulled her lips across the harp it made an evil hiss
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this

Harp solo – Devil

When the Devil finished Janie said well you’re pretty good old girl
But side down in that chair right there and let me give it a whirl
Fire on the mountain, run girls run
The Devil’s in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread bin, pickin out dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child no

Harp solo – Janie

The Devil bowed her head because she knew that she’d been beat
And she laid those golden harps on the ground at Janie’s feet
Janie said, Devil just come on back if you ever wanna try again
I’ve already told you once you evil bitch I’m the best that’s ever been
And she played fire on the mountain, run girls run
The Devil’s in the house of the rising sun
Chicken in the bread bin pickin out dough
Granny does your dog bite
No child no

Harp duo

Anybody musicians wanna do this version using harmonicas instead of fiddles?  Didn’t sound too bad on the karaoke, but Joe has a good setup and mixes songs well – not all of them like that.  Shame because good karaoke is great entertainment, there is so much talent in this country.  Imagine a karaoke bar where there were only good singers and they got paid.

 

Wherefore Art Thou ACC – rap

Wherefore art thou ACC, wherefore art thou ACC

No matter how you phrase it
The law tells me the rules
It’s meant for my interpretation
You bureaucratic fools

The times I’ve used the law before
I havn’t needed help
But now I am incapable
Of fighting for myself

Don’t tell me I am wrong
I’ve read it in the Act
How ACC are there for us
So why do you ignore this fact

No matter how far down the cliff I’ve gone
I’m never far enough
Until I lose my sanity
Thing’s gunna be real rough

I want to scream it in your face
I tried with mental health
But I know you just won’t listen
Because I have no wealth

I am a body and a mind
No more important than the other
I don’t deserve this treatment
It just keeps me in the gutter

Cause I had no status in your eyes
As I was just a student
It’s a case of human rights abuse
To you it’s fiscally prudent

Wherefore art thou ACC, Wherefore art thou ACC

And as I write this rap
I feel better about myself
I’m not a wasted loser
Just a product of ignorance

I don’t have cuts and bruises
My leg’s not severed at the thigh
And I never got the help I needed
Keep on asking why

The blood pools all around me
Drips from every piece of art
What does a person do
With such a badly broken heart

Every time I ask for help
It gets increasingly harder
Rejection’s like a hunters knife
Giving deep wounds to my mana

I’m filled with toxic shame
A festering type of wound
But all you want to give me
Are drugs to change my mood

It’s so obvious to me
What needs to be done
Treat the mentally injured
The same as anyone

Ignore me at your peril
I’m not about to go away
I will demand that you obey the law
And stop – this – twisted – game you play

Wherefore art thou ACC, wherefore art thou ACC

eNd

Check out my new page The Black Book of Poetry & Lyrics

I have started copying from the book of poetry and lyrics I wrote a few years ago, that I update on a regular basis with more poetry and songs.  This book goes everywhere with me when I am protesting.  I have a 2011 edition that has an ISBN number, with copies held in the National Library (I have been wanting to register a new edition but havn’t made the time).

Please contact me if you are a musician interested in my lyrics or poetry.

Please contact me if you feel the way I do and want to make a difference – we need to stand together to oppose the continued degradation and irresponsibility of successive neo-liberal governments.

Hard Rock Singer – song

A song I wrote a few years ago inspired by an ACDC phase I went through, from The Black Book of poetry and lyrics by JR Murphy (I need to do another edition, I have written so much since Occupy).

Hard Rock Singer

I was studyin’ 9 to 5
When ‘ the man’ he screwed me
By the time I felt half alive
Everything had been taken from me
I couldn’t work
I grew my hair
But now I understand
They didn’t want me to be respected
As a lawyer or a politician
The gods they had other plans

CHORUS
Gunna be a hard rock singer
Gunna be a boat rocking star
Gunna make some waves in this nation
Gunna be a rock hard, rock hard star

Well I worked real hard and got myself
A band that kicks some arse
We’re gunna be on top some day
I’m gunna be a star
I can see my name in lights
And I can see the queue
I got the light in my soul
Telling me what to do
And I’m all ears

CHORUS                       (spoken)  I hear it pays well

And you can stick your 9 to 5 livin
Your uniform and your tie
You can stick your moral standards
Cause its all a filthy lie
You can stick your golden handshakes
And stick your fucking rules
And all the other shit
You teach on TV and at shool
Cause I ain’t no fool

CHORUS  x 2                  (spoken) Yes I are
Gunna be a hard rock singer
Gunna be a boat rocking star
Gunna make some waves in this nation
Gunna be a rock hard, rock hard star

JR

Living Pain, Living Hate

When the poor start singing they can’t make it
The sad start singing they can’t shake it
The mad start singing they can’t fake it
And the rest of us are singing that we can’t take it

CHORUS
Singing pain, singing hate, singing truth, singing faith
Living pain, living hate, living proof, living faith
In Aotearoa, Aotearoa, Aotearoa, Aotearoa

Singing at those leaders, those destroyers of cultures
Those greedy capitalist blood sucking vultures
In Aotearoa, Aotearoa
Cause those leaders ain’t doin, ain’t doing what they should
And those there to protect us, if they only would
In Aotearoa, Aotearoa

CHORUS

Auditor-General come out to play, come listen to what I gotta say
About Aotearoa, Aotearoa
Ministers Commissioners come out to play, come listen to what I gotta say
About Aotearoa, Aotearoa

CHORUS

And I’ll keep singing that I can’t make it
And I’ll keep singing that I can’t shake it
And I’ll keep singing that I can’t fake it
And I’ll keep singing that I can’t take it
In Aotearoa, Aotearoa

CHORUS
Singing pain, singing hate, singing truth, singing faith
Living pain, living hate, living proof, living faith
In Aotearoa, Aotearoa, Aotearoa, Aotearoa

Living Pain Living Hate

When the poor start singing they can’t make it

The sad start singing they can’t shake it

The mad start singing they can’t fake it

And the rest of us are singing that we can’t take it

 

CHORUS

Singing pain, singing hate, singing truth, singing faith

Living pain, living hate, living proof, living faith

In Aotearoa, Aotearoa, Aotearoa, Aotearoa

 

Singing at those leaders, those destroyers of cultures

Those greedy capitalist blood sucking vultures

In Aotearoa, Aotearoa

Cause the bureaucrats ain’t doin, ain’t doin what they should

And if those there to protect us, if they only would

In Aotearoa, Aotearoa

 

CHORUS

 

Auditor-general come out to play, come listen to what I gotta say

About Aotearoa, Aotearaoa

Ministers Commissioners come out to play, come listen to what I gotta say

About Aotearoa, Aotearoa

 

CHORUS

 

And I’ll keep singing that I just can’t make it

And I’ll keep singing that I just can’t shake it

And I’ll keep singing that I just can’t fake it

And I’ll keep singing that I just can’t take it

In Aotearoa, Aotearoa

 

CHORUS

Singing pain, singing hate, singing truth, singing faith

Living pain, living hate, living proof, living faith

In Aotearoa, Aotearoa, Aotearoa, Aotearoa

 

JR

A video of this song being performed by me is at www.myspace.com/jrmurphypoetmusician