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by murnie

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released December 31, 2012

All songs Condie, Williamson, Wilson
Recorded at TheLoft by murnie
Drums recorded by Rory Watson

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murnie Glasgow, UK

Murnie is a Glasgow/Lanarkshire-based power trio with a love of strong melodies with idiosyncratic lyrics played loud, and 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. ... more

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Track Name: Brass Boy
Something happened, still not sure what it was
First he’s running, then he’s lying on the grass
He’s immobilised
As the clouds rush by

Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows

Head is hollowed, except a paper scrap
A golem’s code in a vacuum trap
Not a thought gets in
His reflecting skin

Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows

Precision tooling it’s the artificer’s art
Prime example of a dying art
And you can hear the whirr
Of his clockwork heart

Here he comes. Here he comes. He’s the brass boy
There he goes. There he goes. He’s a god’s toy
Hear him clatter down the road
Where he’s heading no-one knows
Track Name: Spidermonkey
I got my beady eye on you
And you look like you’re feeling blue
I do that good old soft shoe shuffle over

I’m shrugging off my lizard skin
My boyish charm is wearing thin
And desperation thins the grin I deliver

All arms and cheeky chatter
Alarms and watch them scatter
Flash cash, and get a little drunky
Spidermonkey

I sip daiquiri, mother’s milk
Whisper smooth as spider’s silk
And toss three wishes casually your way

I offer my monkey’s paw
If you don’t know the wishing lore
It’s going to end in shock and awe today

All arms and cheeky chatter
Alarms and watch them scatter
Slick shtick, and get a little funky
Spidermonkey
Track Name: Don't Forget
Don’t forget about the man on the train
Sleepy skin, his crackle cough
And don’t you bet he’s going round again?
With no reason to get off

Don’t forget about the girl in the mall
No-colour hair and ice melt eyes
When she saw that you noticed at all
A kissless mouth, an ‘O’ of surprise

And don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget

Don’t forget the crowd in the store
Smudgy marks instead of their faces
“Love me” they whispered close
Though you swore it was an empty place

I don’t want to disappear
Now I’m starved of your regard
And I don’t want to vanish clear
Til all that’s left, on your front step
A Hiroshima shadow charred

So don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget about me
Don’t forget
Track Name: Little Girl Who Sold The World
Got a letter today, came as some surprise, it said
“You’re no longer owners of your world”
The paper was a kind that I did not recognise
Had a picture of a little girl

Every TV channel ran the interview
Trying to find out why
All the questions, every language that they knew
But all she did was cry

She said, “You’re all the same
None of you care about the birds in the skies
This isn’t a game
You’re ruining it all, and besides...

This my world just as much as yours”
Little girl who sold the world
“And my friends will take care of it good”
Little girl who sold the world

So everybody’s curious who her friends might be
That’d buy a planet from a child
But all she’d say’s they come from far away
And they’ve all got happy smiles

So the UN’s debating about profit sharing
The fee that came from the stars
But a pack of Rolos seven billion ways
Just doesn’t go very far

And she says, “You’re all the same
None of you care about the rain and the trees
This isn’t a game
You’ve spoilt it all, so please...

This my world just as much as yours”
Little girl who sold the world
“And my friends will take care of it good”
Little girl who sold the world