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By The Way Of The Devil (Experimental Pop​/​Rock)

by Pete Murphy

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1. CCTV Oh, damn big brother I'd have gotten away But for those pesky buggers Chorus. In flagrante delicto! Pensé que estaba invicto Oh, holy Benedicto 2. No closure in My wedding gown Indecent exposure Zipper down Chorus. In flagrante delicto! Pensé que estaba invicto Oh, holy Benedicto
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Garden Rocks 03:54
There's a hill in my garden It's a teletubby wonderland The tunnel underneath Leads you to a fen Where a shitty band is playing songs in 5/4 time And the audience is pissing on the 'no pissing' sign My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks There are grapes in my garden If you trapeze right along the vine it Splits off into many forageable paths One of which leads straight into a Pool of sweet lysergic wine It's mystical... but it tastes like pisstical. My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks Where's the weed killer, dear? I want to play God I want to hear them scream! There's a hedgehog In a Tesco bag Nurturing her young But she doesn't realise That she's prey for the fox and the rats with scabies Ah well, she's consumed too many magic mushrooms to give a damn There's a rock in my garden That is home to a million Strains of bacteria and several silverfish Hiding 'neath the rock, a tiny man with features reptilian giving me the finger Such a naughty tiny man My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks My garden rocks So come around and blow away your tryptophan blahs In my garden In my garden I'm my garden I'm my garden You're my garden You're my garden Love my garden Love my garden Give me hardon
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We Are Hell 01:51
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1. Side glance from a lover once kissed Made me feel like a leper with a blistered tongue He said I was a masochist Because I play complicated songs If only he knew If only he knew But the only one who won't forgive me Is the only one who matters 2. Last chance with a hooker's wrist She said "hurry up and finish" 'cause she ached like a Cupid My role was diminished When I lost my grip And she became a solo artist She fleshed out her lilies With a storyteller's glue I'm a snapped Achilles If only she knew 3. Sick note from an evangelist Made me feel like a candle without a wick He told me I was a fantasist Living in Mitty-esque ignorant bliss If only he knew If only he knew...
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Warm Dog 03:12
1. Winner winner chicken dinner Everyone's a winner except for the chicken I once knew a girl who only loved sinners I guess that made her ripe for the picking Fingers in the sand Half smile, black hand Fingers in the sand Chorus. I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog But all I ended up with Was a three legged blind dog I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog And now it's raining red frogs I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog But all I ended up with Was a three legged black dog I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog And now it's raining red frogs 2. Jiggy jiggy little piggy Everybody squeal in fake sympathy Farmer does the abattoir dance with a stun gun Everyone is having fun except for the bacon Toes in the water bricks and mortar Tosin, your daughter Chorus. I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog But all I ended up with Was a three legged blind dog I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog And now it's raining red frogs I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog But all I ended up with Was a three legged black dog I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog And now it's raining red frogs Bridge. Knock knock, who's there? Cows go Cows go who? No, cows go moo Moo moo what's new Nothing, just waiting around for the bolt man to turn the screw Chorus. I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog But all I ended up with Was a three legged blind dog I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog And now it's raining red frogs I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog But all I ended up with Was a three legged black dog I didn't want a hot dog I wanted a warm dog And now it's raining red frogs
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1. Malnourished bats cling dear life then capsize Spread fear with colour of fanta eyes Suckle on the sickle cell bees, you sick fuck Drink visionary wine from a honeycomb cup Chorus. Tosin, took my life, and turned me Into a willing knife Turned my truths to lies 2. Mawkish farmers lament the destruction Of industry, while I wave my erection In recognition of a new direction Those perverts cry when they can't get some Chorus. Tosin, took my soul And turned me into an empty hole Who does all that I'm told
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1. Follow your dreams down into the mine The canaries singing melodies from another time They're lined up, subservient and reverent and dutiful It's like something approaching the spiritual. I'd love to take a shower, but there aren't enough days in the hour 2. The yellow suits in headlamps are Watching Dutch pornography from the 1970's Covered in black dust and governmental fallacies They don't care that They're working for criminal entities I'd love to take a peek, but There aren't enough months in the week Black lung Silver tongue All the songs have now been sung When the gas comes and turns us into micro bead diamonds That make the worms bleed out inside canary stomach lining Yellow bird distends and becomes the explosion And sets another chain reaction in motion I'd love to hold you near, but There aren't enough decades in the year
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'By The Way Of The Devil' was written, recorded, mixed, and mastered in 11 days, apart from a few bits that were written in November 2018.

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released January 5, 2019

All words, music, recording, mixing, and mastering by me, except for the bits of dialogue that I lifted from YouTube.

'We Are Hell' uses 'Courtly Dance Of The Soft Drinks' by Ergo Phizmiz as its base. I then built on it with keyboards, drums, shepard tones, etc..
Thank you Ergo, for allowing me to use your music.

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Pete Murphy Birmingham, UK

Pete Murphy, UK songwriter. I make unpopular music in numerous styles... everything recorded, performed, mixed, and mastered by me in a tiny corner of the lounge in my house. Avant pop, experimental, electronic, techno, solo jazzy piano, techno jazz, rock, musicals, sound art, comedy, and more... ... more

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