Ellis Murphy: Vocals, Guitar
Daniel Astles: Vocals, Guitar, Drums
Tom Anderson: Guitar
Alex Quinn: Guitar

Engineered and Produced by Tom Anderson and Alex Quinn.

All songs written and recorded by Ellis Murphy.

Demo Sessions Vol. 2 - Kempton Street Studio Sessions.

Ellis Murphy: Vocals, Guitar, Rhodes, Harmonica 
Naithan Coughlan: Bass
Benjamin Wall: Drums, Percussion
Jose Ibańez: Guitar 

Engineered and Produced by Jose Ibańez 

All songs written by Ellis Murphy.

Demo Sessions Vol. 1 - Third Planet Studio Sessions.

Ellis Murphy: Guitar, Vocals, Harmonica


All songs written and produced by Ellis Murphy and Andrew Gordon Parry.


All songs engineered by Andrew Gordon Parry and Mixed by Daniel Woodward.

Demo Sessions Vol. 3 - Satellite Studios Sessions.

Sat in the night cafe 
With tired eyes 
But I’m waiting and waiting and more 
We played in the pool
And talked about school 
But we never never made the chess board 
With your tired eyes

You were a saint 
For the holy meek and faint 
But you weren’t holy 
I hope you catch a break 
You were a saint 
For the holy meek and faint 
And you did show me 
All the colours I could paint

You needed feeding 
But you were bleeding
But no matter how much you stayed small
Even though you were big time
And I didn’t even realise 
But I guess that’s what friends are for
With your tired eyes 

You were a saint 
For the holy meek and faint 
But you weren’t holy 
I hope you catch a break 
You were a saint 
For the holy meek and faint 
And you did show me 
All the colours I could paint

Tired Eyes (Sean’s Song)

They’re dumping silver in the air to make it rain
Well ain’t that strange? 
Huge floods and hurricanes but I only need an oil change
I can’t explain, so go ahead and blow me up again 
Go ahead and blow me up again
Go ahead and blow me up again 

The cobalt mines are making the rich richer
And I just bit a poison apple 
All the children are mining, either that or dying 
Oh how can we let this happen? 
I can’t explain, so go ahead and blow me up again 
Go ahead and blow me up again 
Go ahead and blow me up again 

There’s fire all around my brain once again 
Well ain’t that strange? 
What could’ve been, oh I’d pay to watch that scene anyway 
I can’t explain, so go ahead and blow me up again 
Go ahead and blow me up again 
Go ahead and blow me up again 

There’s fighting in the East, fighting in the West
Fighting in my bed room while I’m getting dressed 
There’s fighting in the East, fighting in the West
Fighting in my bed room while I’m getting dressed 
So go ahead and blow me up again 
Go ahead and blow me up again 
Go ahead and blow me up again

Go Ahead And Blow Me Up Again

If I was a sailor
Sailing on the roaring tide 
With a golden tooth and a Saber 
And my first mate by my side 
I’d climb all the Jacob’s 
With a bottle in my hand 
Watch the sinking sunset 
Rolling on the silver sand 

Well, if I was a criminal 
I’d be noble all the way
I wouldn’t be a minister 
Lying all the way
I’d ride on horseback 
With a band of merry men
Big John blowing down the doors
Dynamite and a Jerry can 

Well, if I was a painter
You could be my muse 
I’d tell you to call on him
To tell him he did lose
I’d paint on the railways 
And all the TV screens 
I’d paint on the Mona Lisa 
Whistlers mother can dream

Well, if I was a soldier 
I would cower in a trench 
I would dig a hole so deep and hide 
My nickname would be French 
I’d fire at will, stand on the hill 
and deliver all the red
I’d get my battle meddles 
And pin them to my head 

If I was a desk clerk
Taking notes and jotting down things 
I’d call you up a thousand times
Till your telephone don’t ring 
I’d be a secret type of smoker 
So my children never know
Till they catch me at the back door 
Smoking on a Camel Joe
Smoking on a Camel Joe 
(Smokey, Smokey, Smokey)

Camel Joe

She was followed round by Davey 
He could’ve been a pilot or in the navy
My piano made no difference 
My guitar was insignificant 
And I feel just like Frida Kahlo 
Leaving clues for her to follow
Painting portraits of my pain 
To her life is all the same 

So I tell the rest I’m so busy 
And the test of time keeps me dizzy 
Oh the dream I see is so pretty
No, she’s not like you is she? 

Preludes were probably written for her
For me she’s clear like the water 
Sonatas play when she has to say 
You look nice and then she ignores you

So I tell the rest I’m so busy 
And the test of time keeps me dizzy 
Oh the dream I see is so pretty
No, she’s not like you is she? 

Truth is the devil sent her to me 
To make me sad and always keep me gloomy 
I’m like Rimbaud, I just don’t know
What good this love is gonna do me

No she’s not like you is she?
No she’s not like you is she?
Oh she’s not like you is she? 
Oh she’s not like you is she?

Frida Kahlo

I took the road for Canaan 
In search of secret refuge 
When I witnessed a monumental showdown 
But after all was promised 
There’s nothing more I’m honest
But some jokers took a hold of the pack 

If I felt that I was needed, after lies I constructed 
I maybe would’ve stayed a little longer 
But in the I’s left looking, while my whole world was shaking 
I should’ve made my drink a little stronger 

Oh I, yes I should’ve have held on a little longer 
Oh I, yes I should’ve made my drink a little stronger 

The 88 black and whites 
Haunted me that very night 
When I swore an oath so solemn 
And everyday it did corrupt
Like cloak and dagger in a cup
But both sides of that blade I was feeling 

Well I’m reaching for the sky here, but I don’t know what I need here 
The way you speak is almost like a stranger 
And my wardrobes filled with ashes, from last weeks folded faces 
Oh I should’ve made my drink a little stronger 

Oh I, well I should’ve held on so much longer 
Oh I, yes I should have made my drink a little stronger 
Oh I, well I should’ve held on so much longer 
Oh I, yes I should have made my drink a little bit stronger

I Should’ve Made My Drink A Little Stronger

Oh Help Me to unload my things 
I heard my father say
I’m moving on to smaller things 
I’m moving far away
I guess I should have called you Sue
Cause I won’t be around 
So if you end up fighting 
On the first punch hit the ground 

Oh Help Me to unload my things 
I said as I unpacked 
A drifter is what I became 
With my future still intact 
And if I would have stayed at home 
Instead of going through 
I wouldn’t be the man I am 
With so much I wouldn’t know 

Oh Help Me with my necklace 
Said the woman that I need 
Oh Help Me with my suitcase 
To which I did proceed 
I spied her on the shoreline 
On the coast of every town 
She never let me follow her
Be it up nor be it down.

Oh Help Me

Tomorrow is Just Another Day

The queen of hearts is singing her heart out
How much more singing can she do
And I can’t seem to get all of my words out 
So I’m hoping that the silence rings true 

We were talking ‘bout the space between a truth and a lie
Space between the dead and alive 
Space between you and I is growing swiftly 

Well the queen of hearts is crying her eyes out
How much more crying can she do 
Yes the queen of hearts is tearing her own heart out 
And I feel that she’s coming for mine to

We were talking ‘bout the space between a truth and a lie
Space between the dead and alive 
Space between you and I is growing quickly 

So where d’ya get off won’t you tell me 
And if you throw me back in the pack 
won’t you please do it gently 
So where d’ya get off won’t you show me

Because everything happens
And everything changes 
And you left me standing here waiting for ages 
It’s written in holy books 
Sung on the stages 
And heard by the birds that are bound by the cages
But I just want you to be free 

Well the queen of hearts is singing her heart out
But to me it just sounds out of tune

Queen of Hearts

She is reeling from the blows 
She got to fast she choked 
She capsized the boat
She left me to freeze 
Left me down on my knees 
With a glimpse of hope 

Yes and just like that 
She paved the way
To nothing and no one at all
But I begged her to stay
But it fell on empty balls 

Oh she’s gone
Yeah just like that she’s gone
Like the night as it falls into dawn
She’s gone 

She stole the thunder 
Like a goddess on the run
She stole my soul 
And my Melodie’s just spun
Out of control like 
It doesn’t feel right anymore 

Oh she’s gone 
Well just like that she’s gone
Like the night as it falls into dawn
Yeah she left me to freeze 
Left me down of my knees 
Left me down on my knees 
With no hope 

She’s gone

Shes Gone - take 2

I’ve got pain in my stomach babe
And I’ve been sick for days
Can’t explain, will it ever change 
I guess it’s got no name

This poisoned feeling 
Keeps me holding onto
The fact I’m healing
From all I’ve gone through 

Though my futures unknown 
I don’t feel I’m alone 
In the moonlight 
While my world passes by
In the blink of an eye 
I will be there 
Waiting for you to say goodbye 

I’ve got faith in your word 
Like it’s all I’ve heard 
Will it ever change 
Oh I can’t explain 

And boys I’m reeling 
I need something to belong to
The same old feeling 
That I know you’ve gone through 

I believe that you know the way
Let me remind you 
And please don’t throw it all away 
Just let love guide you 

Though my futures unknown 
I don’t feel I’m alone 
In the moonlight 
While my world passes by
In the blink of an eye 
Oh I will be there 
waiting for you to say goodbye

No Name Yet - take 2

Waking up around twenty one
You have found you lost someone 
I went to hell and back 
Don’t want to talk about it

You got those lovers on the west end
Dreaming on a Friday night
And I’m just running baby 
Holding on for my life 
I keep my feelings to myself 
And I’ll speak if you’ve got the time
And I’m just running baby
Holding on for my life 

Keep me in your heart again
Show the world it will never end 
Sometimes the questions the night 
When she goes by

You got those lovers on the west end
Dreaming on a Friday night
And I’m just running baby 
Holding on for my life 
I keep my feelings to myself
And I speak if you’ve got the time
And I’m just running baby 
Holding on for my life

Lovers On The West End - Take 3A

Ellis Murphy has amassed a cult following with a timeless brand of story telling, through his songs that are both current and fresh but also reminiscent of a time when troubadours were the voice of a generation.

Born in Liverpool, England, on April 12th, 2004, Ellis Murphy spent most of his childhood in a theatre, on a stage. This is evident within his recent live performances which notably adopt theatrical elements (when there is a band backing Ellis). Another notable element of the live performances is the heavy influence of early English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh and American Folk music, which is most evident during the solo acoustic performances. 

Reference to beat poets such as Allen Ginsburg and Jack Kerouac, Punk Poets like John Cooper Clarke, Shane MacGowan and playwrights such as William Shakespeare, Willy Russell, Oscar Wilde and Owen Sheers, (of whom are just some examples) all play a part in the creative process for Ellis, be it writing or performing live. 

As an emerging artist, Ellis Murphy has played in coffee shops, live music clubs, castles and concert halls around the UK since his debut performance in 2022, with most recently undergoing a string of bi monthly shows titled: ‘See What I See’, as well as various appearances in between. 

A live performance from Ellis Murphy is not one to miss. With cutting edge, forthright lyrics that shine a veridical light on many of the inequality’s of the modern world as well  as Ellis’ own life and experiences. Ellis is backed by an inflexible group of the United Kingdom’s finest musicians who accompany Ellis during most of his live performances.

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