An original I wrote on Election night - 
It's about having hope for the better, not for a politician. 

LYRICS:

Listen to the earth breath.
Listen to creek of the wood and the rivers running through this land.
Take me by the hand and show me everything is gunna be all right.

Listen to the lunatics.
Listen to the politics of those who see everything in black and white.
I’m tired of the fight where each side shouts themselves red in the face.

Baby, you drive me wild, you drive me mad.
The sun comes up again
With all the brightness that it had, yesterday.

Listen to the arguing.
Listen to them bicker and the snickers of the other when the other speaks
Our situation reeks of the stagnant decomposition of bullshit.

Don’t listen to another one.
A lawyer’s fun is to skew the facts to make his side look right,
But it’s not worth the fight when the losers of their games are we the people.

Baby, Don’t give up hope in the madness of today.
The sun comes up again,
With all the brightness that it had yesterday.

Oh it may get so dark that we can’t truly see
But if it never got dark outside,
We wouldn’t see the beauty of a sunrise

Have hope that our day’s will get better
Have hope that the people can be strong, and carry on.
Have hope that our days will get better
Have hope cus the people, they are singing along.

Have hope. 

Have Hope Demo (John Murphy)

Our first recordings, done in a basement studio in just one day. 

Loving Cup (Rolling Stones Cover)

Our first recordings, done in a little basement studio in just one day. Enjoy. 
LYRICS:

A demo of Take the Hit we recorded at Berklee School of Music, featuring Emmanuel Catanzariti on keyboard. Enjoy. (Lyrics bellow!)

Exec Produced & Engineered by Jerry Smith Jr.
Produced, Mixed & Assistant-Engineered by Alex Abraham

LYRICS:

Crackling sounds, fast comes the ground, the world spins. 
Hurting them? Hurting you? Doesn’t hurt too much. 
The dying need a light, see the red in the night, mask the pain	.
Fights for all time, really such a crime, there’s a big leap.

My eyes on the gate, maybe she was late, she held her side.
Those who have used, how many have abused, mother earth.
Being burned for so long, who’s the one to find, what is wrong?
It needs a fair test, afraid of a big mess? Nobody is of it’s worth...

The trouble we are in, gives me a big grin. 
Take the hit
Time passes by, and patience has worn thin. 
Take the hit
A shot to their damn pride, has any one ever died? 
Take the hit

Sun will shine itself on down
Wind will blow down all the doors
Rain will wash away harsh burns
Oh mother earth, oh she turns (and turns and turns...)

*Sax Solo*

Villains out on the street, so why do you get the heat? 
Take the hit
Some fight the hopeless cause, don’t give up and retreat. 
Take the hit	
Who’s the one in pain? Called many a name. 
Take the hit 
Having a good time, hearing the sublime. 
Take the hit	
Breath in the fresh air, who’s the one to care? 
Take the hint

Take the Hit

A recording of the Beatle's classic song off Rubber Soul. Part of our first recordings, done in a basement studio in just one day. 

In My Life (Beatles cover)

A demo of Take the Hit we recorded at Berklee School of Music, featuring Emmanuel Catanzariti on keyboard. Enjoy. (Lyrics bellow!)

Exec Produced & Engineered by Jerry Smith Jr.
Produced, Mixed & Assistant-Engineered by Alex Abraham

LYRICS:

Crackling sounds, fast comes the ground, the world spins.		
Hurting them? Hurting you? Doesn’t hurt too much.				
The dying need a light, see the red in the night, mask the pain	.
Fights for all time, really such a crime, there’s a big leap.	

My eyes on the gate, maybe she was late, she held her side.
Those who have used, how many have abused, mother earth.
Being burned for so long, who’s the one to find, what is wrong?
It needs a fair test, afraid of a big mess? Nobody is of it’s worth...

The trouble we are in, gives me a big grin. 
Take the hit
Time passes by, and patience has worn thin. 
Take the hit
A shot to their damn pride, has any one ever died? 
Take the hit

Sun will shine itself on down
Wind will blow down all the doors
Rain will wash away harsh burns
Oh mother earth, oh she turns (and turns and turns...)

*Sax Solo*
 
Villains out on the street, so why do you get the heat? 
Take the hit
Some fight the hopeless cause, don’t give up and retreat. 
Take the hit	
Who’s the one in pain? Called many a name. 
Take the hit			
Having a good time, hearing the sublime. 
Take the hit	
Breath in the fresh air, who’s the one to care? 
Take the hint

Take the Hit (Berklee version)

Lyrics: 
There's something ‘bout those big brown eyes 
That melts me away
Like vel-vet…  
Chocolate 

There’s something about those big brown eyes
That comforts me more than bright blue skies
With a warmth that envelops me 
Whole

From but an ember 
Of flare from your fire inside
Oh there’s something about those big brown eyes
There’s something mhmm about those big brown eyes

Looking up at me with a pout that pulls at your lips, just so. 
Your mouth drooping down in a frown like a dainty red bow
And you’re giving me the eyes, 
The eyes, the eyes, of a baby doe.

There’s something ‘bout those big brown eyes
There’s something ‘bout those big brown eyes
Oh there’s something ‘bout those big brown eyes
That somehow each time, take me by surprise
There’s something ‘bout those big brown eyes
There’s something ‘bout those big brown eyes 
There’s something ‘bout those big brown eyes
That comforts me more than bright blue skies
That fills me up and makes me rise
There’s something ‘bout those big brown eyes

Big Brown Eyes (John Murphy)

A recording of the Beatles' classic song off Let It Be. Every part was recorded by John; Both vocals, both acoustic guitars, electric guitar, and bass. Enjoy.

I've Got A Feeling (Beatles cover by John Murphy)

A track we recorded at Berklee School of Music, featuring Emmanuel Catanzariti on keyboard. Enjoy. (Lyrics bellow!)

Exec Produced & Engineered by Jerry Smith Jr.
Produced, Mixed & Assistant-Engineered by Alex Abraham
LYRICS:

Lying here with my hot trigger finger, 
Gotta shoot something soon
This is big, my mind’s over matter, 
Whistle the same old tune.

There is nothing more that I want, 
Than to put my mind at ease.
So scoot on down, baby listen up, 
Cus it’s just you I aim to please!

Hold up boy. Sure is smooth talk, 
But there’s more than just your way.
It’s a big deal, for just two babies...
Black and white turns to grey.

Guards have to be let down, 
Let it slip off and out
Let someone fill ‘er up, 
Light on empty give a shout!

Going across the final frontier, 
Shoot across in a blur.
The biggest gift to wrap; the juiciest bite; 
Whisper in someone’s ear.
Why is it always she let him, and never he let her?

There must be a path we can follow, 
Where it doesn’t matter anymore.
Who, what, where, when, why, they aren’t looked at, 
I can sneak right through that door

The stories of these crazy nights, 
It all seems insane.
Can’t wrap that around my mind,
Having fun with no pain?

SOLO

Going across, the final frontier, 
Shoot across in a blur
The biggest gift to wrap, the juiciest bite, 
Whisper in someone’s ear
Why is it always she let him, and never he let her?

SOLO
(Turns to grey...)

Turns To Grey (Berklee studio version)

(see Lyrics below) FREE DOWNLOAD
This tune was self-produced and recorded track by track on Garageband in my "home studio" consisting of two mics and a little mixer...
The mix is a little rough, and It hasn't been mastered, so it's a little quiet. I did my best with what I was working with, so turn up the volume and enjoy!

Lyrics:

Whispering winds now cry a soft lullaby,
A melody birds sing as they fall
From the darkened sky.

The ground below us groans and moans, 
Yet we shrug our stubborn shoulders
And let precious time, pass us by… 
I don’t know why, I don’t know why! 

So I scream, “What the hell are you thinking?!”
Only way to stop the rising tide, is for us all to abide
I may be another crazy, but I blame it on being lazy - 
Breathing in the dirty water and dirty air, aw but we don’t seem to care.

We have a chance to make a change, if we all try
But the silver tongues of silver coins now cloud their minds.
There are those who fight the fight 
For the wilting flowers lie
Under smothered sunlight, it isn’t right. 
It’s black and white, its in black and white.

So I scream, “What the hell are you thinking?!”
Only way to stop the rising tide, is for us all to abide
I may be another crazy, but I blame it on being lazy - 
Breathing in the dirty water and dirty air, aw but we don’t seem to care.

These eyes will see the future, this is a lullaby.
We will watch with heavy hearts, 
As the fires climb towards the smoky sky

A Lullaby (original song by John Murphy)

Sun Kings: 
John Murphy on vocals and guitar, Malcolm Edgar ripping on Saxophone, Marshall Lougee playing lead guitar, Sam Aprea on the drums, and Steve Showstead slappida-bass, mon.

We (were) a group that formed out of very little, each of us bringing something different to the table. There's John, an electric blues guitarist now playing rhythm acoustic. Steve, a drummer playing the bass. Sam, a drummer, also a guitarist, who finds the pocket and stays there. Marshall shreds on electric and plays a mean slide guitar, and then there's Malcolm on the "Bitch Whistle" whose playing alone can remove a layer or two of clothing.

Jack Murphy