sundaymouth

by murnie

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"Murnie make their mark here with songs of maturity and memorability." Bluesbunny

"It's a damn lovely wee ep and you should buy it." It's A XXXX Thing

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released 26 March 2012
All songs Condie, Williamson, Wilson
Recorded at TheLoft by murnie
Drums recorded by Rory Watson

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Murnie is a Glasgow/Lanarkshire-based power trio with a love of strong melodies with idiosyncratic lyrics played loud, and ... more with influences as varied as seventies singer-songwriters and classic metal this is hardy surprising. Their unusual piano/drums/guitar-or-bass line-up might appear lacking, but thoughtful arrangements, harmony vocals and sheer enthusiasm result in a big sound from a wee band. less

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Track Name: Whitehouse
In a whitehouse lives a nice man in a white suit
With his good dog he takes long walks in his jack boots

And the people shout
And the people cheer
The white man is the hero of the year

In the whitehouse lives a brown girl in a red dress
In the kitchen full of sharp knives she makes omelettes

And the people peer
And the people pry
Must be something sinful going on inside

Throw more whitewash against the wall
Throw more whitewash against the wall
Cover the scars, the cracks and all
Don’t let the white house fall

In the whitehouse lives a blue boy sad and delicate
Like a servant or a cousin or an inmate

And the people scream
And the people fight
And the white man smiles into the night

Throw more whitewash against the wall
Throw more whitewash against the wall
Cover the scars, the cracks and all
Don’t let the white house fall

We have the right, we want to know
We have the right, we want to know
Turn on the light, put on a show
We want to know, don’t want to know
We want to know, don’t want to know
We want to know, don’t want to know

Throw more whitewash against the wall
Throw more whitewash against the wall
Cover the scars, the cracks and all
Don’t let the white house fall

In the whitehouse there’s a black room with no windows
Track Name: Shaking A Fist At God
Cry, lie, there’s thunder in the sky
Draw the eye of the high almighty
Bite your tongue tonight
Play it right and it might be all right, all right

Spit it, a mouthful of shit
Too fast to catch and you draw attention
Set your teeth and grit
But it’s too late, you’re not welcome, no

Find a place, lift your face, and let it go, now
Climb a hill, and speak ill, and let it all out
Shaking a fist at god
Shaking a fist at god

Call halt, it’s not your fault
It’s a common assault on all and sundry
Yes, you do your best
Unpassable test, putting on your Sunday mouth

Cry, lie, there’s thunder in the sky
Draw the eye of the high almighty
Bite your tongue tonight
Play it right and it might be all right, all right

Find a place, lift your face, and let it go, now
Climb a hill, and speak ill, and let it all out
Shaking a fist at god
Shaking a fist at god
Track Name: Soft Brown Voice
Dear John, goodbye
Such a tired line
But it never meant more than tonight
Okay to cry
He’d say that was fine
And play the perfect song to set you right

He was a soft brown voice on my radio
He was a soft brown voice on my radio
Soft as sugar, brown as beer
Murmured magic in my ears
On my radio, on my radio, on my radio

It’s all gone quiet
Someone stopped the riot
And everybody’s wondering where to turn
So make some noise
Fill up the void
Make it loud and make it bright and make it burn

He was a soft brown voice on my radio
He was a soft brown voice on my radio
Soft as shellshock, brown as tears
Whispered wildness in my ears
On my radio, on my radio, on my radio
On my radio, on my radio, on my radio
Track Name: Smile
Come in here every day
Try to figure what to say
Then I catch that look in your eyes
So I take the safest way
Save it up for another day
As you slice me down to size

I know that this coffee and fries
Ain’t really worth your while
Oh__ But I’d love to see you smile, smile

Nother day I try again
As you poise your razor pen
Waiting while I make up my mind
But before I start I’m late
There’s nothing here that you don’t hate
Like we’re all some species of slime

It shouldn’t be a surprise
That I’m in your book of despise
Oh__ I’d still love to see you smile, smile, smile, smile, smile
Smile, smile, smile, smile, smile.