Jim Murray

Jim Murray

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My song lyrics I have written are in the following genres: Blues, Folk, Garage, Rhythm & Blues and Psych. 60 song lyrics in total. So far I've written, in the last 3 years.

Biography

My lyrics are like Jim Morrisons and Bob Dylans.

Lyrics

DANCE____

Written By: James Murray

Alone tomorrow will soon be gone
On a train the night will soon come
Don't want that lonely ride home
A happening without going alone

Won't you dance with me
With a dance
In a trance
When you dance
Closer to me
Your bound to be
Dance____, Dance____

On the floor
To the sounds
On the scene
Just been seen
Do you know what I mean?

It's a high time and the right time
Now we dance
Dance____, Dance____

In a place of times, with an attractive face
Showing a face from another time and place

To God, I'm one I swear
Wearing the hip clothes she does wear
Staning there
Goddess wears the hippest coolest clothes
Staning here
Saying in a dead pan NICO voice
Dance____, Dance____

Dance____, Dance____
I'm falling in love
With locked eyes hooked on you
I'm falling in love too

Dance with a dance
I'm a trance
When you dance
Close to me
You're bound to be
Dance____, Dance____

Woke up this morning', instead
With tears in my bed
Wishing you still here
But you are there

Singing in a dead pan voice
Dance____, Dance_____
By the other side of bed
Dance____, Dance____

DANCE____

Far Out

Written By: James Murray

Brian Jones all alone
Founder member of The Rolling Stones
Walking those crocodile shoes
Through muddy waters so cool
Picked that name while singing through
Muddy Water's songbook of blues

Sweetly tuned, into his first love,
of playing aloud
Rhythm 'n' Blues so proud, to the in-crowd
Plays harmonious slide guitar, which stings
Brian makes groovy, bluesy sounds SING!
Are far out man

Are far out, far out
Hear that white boy play
All day away, slide guitar axe slay
We hear Muddy far out
Water's say: far out, far out man
That's the way, watch that cat Brian play

All I wanted to do, was play those blues
Like my hero's, Muddy and Elmore too
That blues that thrives with a beat that drives
A full life I died, I pursued
Cry out, far out man blues

Are far out far out
Hear that white boy play
All day away, slide guitar axe slay
We hear Muddy far out
Water's say: far out, far out man
That's the way, watch that cat Brian play, blues

Is far out far out, I heard him say

Delectable Miss Shaw

Written By: James Murray

Hit or miss
Don't you forget to kiss
Those lips
That have got to be kissed

Lisa Shaw's
Just as cute as her maws
Lisa Shaw
Just as braw

Down at her dancehall, she calls The Crawl
She swimmingly sings in a band The Brawl
Gets goose-bumps on her back so small
Miss Lisa Shaw

Lovers autograph her brings a tear
All so many so lovely, just to hear
Who frequently sing without fear

Hit or miss
You won't forget to kiss
My parting lips
That have got to be kissed

She's Lisa Shaw
Just as cute as her maw
Miss Lisa Shaw
Just as braw

Delectable me, I'll compare
Who hold my stare
Wondrously, to see they care

She loves to wear that fawn shawl
When the dawn comes the snow

In the meantime they love her
Loving to be near
Music's made to share

Lisa's mom shouts out a calling
That chap who awaits a falling
Waiting for that call, since last fall
Her mom says its bad to stall

MA! I'll call back
Before the next snow

HIt or miss
Don't forget to kiss
These lips
You've just kissed

Lisa Shaw
Prettier than her maw
Lisa Shaw
So braw

I saw
The Delectable Miss Shaw

Delectable Miss Shaw

Written By: James Murray

Hit or miss
Don't forget to kiss
Those lips
That have got to be kissed

Lisa Shaw's
Just as cute as her maws
Lisa Shaw
Just as braw

Down at her dancehall, she calls The Crawl
She swimmingly sings in a band The Brawl
Gets goose-bumps on her back so small
Miss Lisa Shaw

Lovers autograph her brings a tear
All so many so lovely, just to hear
Who frequently sing without fear

Hit or miss
You won't forget to kiss
My parting lips
That have got to be kissed

She's Lisa Shaw
Just as cute as her maw
Miss Lisa Shaw
Just as braw

Delectable me, I'll compare
Who holds my stare
Wondrously, to see they care

She loves to wear that fawn shawl
When the dawn comes the snow

In the meantime they love her
Loving to be near
Music's made to share

Lisa's mom shouts out a calling
That chap who awaits a falling
Waiting for that call, since last fall
Her mom says its bad to stall

MA! I'll call back
Before the next snow

Hit or miss
Don't forget to kiss
These Lips
You've just kissed

Lisa Shaw
Prettier than her maw
Lisa Shaw
So braw

I saw
The Delectable Miss Shaw

Far Out

Written By: James Murray

Brian Jones all alone
Founder member of The Rolling Stones
Walking those crocodile shoes
Through muddy waters so cool
Picked that name while singing through
Muddy Water's songbook of blues

Sweetly tuned, into his first love, of playing aloud
Rhythm 'n' Blues so proud, to the in-crowd
Plays harmonious slide guitar, which stings
Brian makes groovy, bluesy sounds SING!
Are far out man

Are far out, far out
Hear that white boy play
All day away, slide guitar axe slay
We hear Muddy far out
Water's say: far out, far out man
That's the way, watch that cat Brian play

All I wanted to do, was play those blues
Like my hero's, Muddy and Elmore too
That blues that thrives with a beat that drives
A full life I died, I pursued
Cry out, far out man blues

Are far out far out
Hear that white boy play
All day away, slide guitar axe slay
We hear Muddy far out
Water's say: far out, far out man
That's the way, watch that cat Brian play, blues

Is far out far out, I heard him say

Mary Jane That Lived Down The Lane

Written By: James Murray

Mary Jane lived down the lane
Walking through the ups of life in pain
After buying a new brain
Going to make her mine

Look at Mary Jane
Dumb, dumb
That Mary Jane walk
Dumb, dumb, dumb

Mary Jane's got a new wardrobe
Old clothes where did they go?
Mary's wearing a brand new outfit
Wow! In which she shows

Showing off her kinky boots
Walking them back down that life's lane
Now, has a self-contained mind
Going to make her all mine

Look at Mary Jane
Dumb, dumb
That Mary Jane walk
Dumb, dumb, dumb

Mary Jane polishes and finishes off her nails
Teasing me, to ravish me to what gains?
Take her to a high eating, aeroplane ecstasy game
Digging Lady Jane's nails into me, take me again

Urging me down that Lady Jane lane
Mary's swallowing my aeroplane
Now, has a self-contained mind
Going to make her all mine

Look at Mary Jane
Dumb, dumb
That Mary Jane walk
Dumb, dumb, dumb

Mary Jane that lived down the lane
Up and down life in pain, so vain
Mary Jane Lady thanks again

Dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb

On That Highway 61

Written By: James Murray

Bob sings the blues to himself, he dosen't mind
Just as long as everyone listens to a song of this kind
The problems of the world need to be heard or hey run
Don't give Bob a gun
Because the killings already begun
On that Highway 61

The great poet preaches them blues, his master plan starts
Armed with nasal voice, electric guitar 'n' blues harps
So far out man you better dig, or run
Don't give Bob a gun
Because the killings already begun
On that Highway 61

Demanding our people's rights, the poet loves a fight
Singing 'n' picking his guitar with all his might
Never stop the lion's voice that roars, just run
Don't give him, Bobby a gun
Or a lot more killing would've begun
On that Highway 61

Blood's easily spilled on assassins, who shoot in the back
Been well paid in card dealing in ages past is so aghast
The die is cast, bleeding run
It's too late to stop, let Bob finish the job with a gun
Now it's too late because more killings begun
On that Highway 61

Bobby sings, and plays the musician, a poet, a god
Been seen around a lot
Protesting not for his poetry and music, you'd better run
Give Bob a gun
The killings already begun
Onn that Highway 61

Can't think for you he nasally preaches, for you too decide
Or you'll end up dead, with maybe God on your side
Don't give Bob a gun
Cause he'll pull that darned trigger, better fucking run!
It's already begun
Down on that Highway 61

In fifty-two states, an ill wind blows that fateful breeze
Please God, stop the killing, please!
Good 'n' evil double-cross each other in bleeding guns
Feeds on blood killing better run
It's fun, that's how it's begun
Down on that Highway 61

Dear Claire

Written By: James Murray

Dear Claire
With that gorgeous red hair
Clairvoyant Claire
I met at the fair
Dear Claire
Let me show I care
She sums me up with that stare
When I come out from that glare

Clairvoyant Claire
Whom I met at the fair
Dear Claire
As our fingers and teeth rip tear
When you came out from that glare
You look ravishingly bare, I will dare
Dear Claire
With that gorgeous red hair, beware!

You took my hand as we hurried up stairs
Made love to me with resounding flair
Dear Claire
Let me show you I care
Clairvoyant Claire
I once met at the fair
Dear Claire
With that gorgeous red hair

Clairvoyant Claire
Whom I met at the fair
Dear Claire
As our fingers and teeth rip tear
When you came out from that glare
You look ravishingly bare, I will dare
Dear Claire
With that gorgeous red hair, beware!

Dance____

Written By: James Murray

Alone tomorrow will soon be gone
On a train the night will soon come
Don't want that lonely ride home
A happening without going alone

Won't you dance with me
With a dance
In a trance
When you dance
Closer to me
Your bound to be
Dance____, Dance____

On the floor
To the sounds
On the scene
Just been seen
Do you know what I mean?

It's a high time and the right time
Now we dance
Dance____, Dance____

In a place of times, with an attractive face
Showing a face from another time and place

To God, I'm one I swear
Wearing the hip clothes she does wear
Standing there
Goddess wears the hippest coolest clothes
Standing here
Saying in a dead pan NICO voice
Dance____, Dance____

Dance____, Dance____
I'm falling in love
With locked eyes hooked you
I'm falling in love too

Dance with a dance
I'm a trance
When you dance
Close to me
You' re bound to be
Dance____, Dance_____

Woke up this morning', instead
With tears in my bed
Wishing you still here
But you are there

Singing in a dead pan voice
Dance____, Dance____
By the other side of the bed
Dance____, Dance____

DANCE____

Mary Jane That Lived Down The Lane

Written By: James Murray

Mary Jane lived down the lane
Walking through the ups of life in pain
After buying a new brain
Going to make her mine

Look at Mary Jane
Dumb, dumb
That Mary Jane walk
Dumb, dumb, dumb

Mary Jane's got a new wardrobe
Old clothes where did they go?
Mary's wearing a brand new outfit
Wow! In which she shows

Showing off her kinky boots
Walking them back down that life's lane
Now, has a self-contained mind
Going to make her all mine

Look at Mary Jane
Dumb, dumb
That Mary Jane walk
Dumb, dumb, dumb

Mary Jane polishes and finishes off her nails
Teasing me, to ravish me to what gains?
Take her to a high eating, areoplanes ecstasy game
Digging Lady Jane's nails into me, take me again

Urging me down that Lady Jane lane
Mary's swallowing my aeroplane
Now, has a self-contained mind
Going to make her all mine

Look at Mary Jane
Dumb, dumb
That Mary Jane walk
Dumb, dumb, dumb

Mary Jane that lived down the lane
Up and down life in pain, so vain
Mary Jane Lady thanks again

Dumb, dumb
Dumb, dumb, dumb
Dumb

Set List

60 song lyrics list

1 People who had sky in their face
2 Intermezzo
3 Music loud and harsh
4 Murder of a surrealistic nightmare blues
5 Woman in love, love
6 Listen to the music of a freak
7 Dance
8 So high blues!
9 Inharmonious Man, Sam
10 The beat
11 Blues from a gun, bluesy
12 Mystic, Gloria
13 The careful eye
14 Elementary wickedness
15 Mary Jane that lived down the lane
16 Our emptiness brings
17 Dawn cry's sunshine
18 Drugs is sickness and money
19 Love to play blue
20 Hey, hey, yeah, yeah
21 Can't you dig?
22 No bombs today
23 Who killed Eddie Bled blues
24 The door in the wall
25 Colour true blue
26 Sing with hope we pray
27 Out of sights at night
28 I've got a mind of exploding plastic inevitable blues
29 Lovers do love, love
30 Dear Claire
31 We can see
32 Goodbye, Stormy
33 I believe in love
34 On that highway 61
35 I've got a garage mind
36 Undertaker's blues
37 Jo
38 Knowing, where to be