PNEUMONIA ALLEY
Forgot my sweater
On the way to the loo
Looked in the mirror
And I thought about you
The way you blink
With those long dark lashes
The way you left my heart
In a pile of burnt ashes
Now I’m down on pneumonia alley
Dancing with long tall sally
Shivering and coughing in the rain
Delerious and feverish but i feel no pain
‘Cept when I wonder will I ever
Ever see you again
You’re the one
With a touch so warming
Like a drop of sun
On a new days morning
Vitamind delight
For my body and soul
Now I’m locked on the outside
In the cold
Chorus
Two junkies in the corner
She must have been beautiful once
Her partner never even looks at her
As she trembles and her shoulders hunch
Every meal is a banquet
Every day a holiday
We don’t know it
But we got it made
Chorus
A TOUCH OF KINDNESS
A little touch of kindness – for a start
A little bit of sweetness – won’t tear you apart
You’ll be there in a minute – you believe me
You’ll be right where you want to be
With a little touch of kindness
My face was disfigured
At least I thought it was
I was covered with shame
I wasn’t so tough
I was lost in the void
So completely alone
Then I heard your voice in the darkness
And it warmed me to my bones
chorus
Are you misleading?
Or are you playing a game?
What are the rules?
Does the winner have something to gain?
It’s the champion season
The world series of the utterly confused
Played on a mountaintop in India
Or in the plains of Alsace Lorraine
Coming home again
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE DEAD
I KNEW MY LOVE WAS TRUE
TRUER THEN I KNEW
AND ONLY AFTERWARDS
I WAS WOUNDED BY YOUR WORDS
AND HOW BADLY I WAS HURT
TEARS IN MY EARS FOR THE THINGS WE SAID
AND THE POISON GOING ROUND MY HEAD
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE DEAD
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE DEAD
I MET WITH TRUE LOVES MADNESS
DOES IT ALWAYS MAKE SENSE
OUR MOVES ARE CAREFULLY PLANNED
BUT EACH DAY IS COINCIDENCE
THAT I’M WALKING ON THIS EARTH
SINCE THE MORNING OF MY BIRTH
AND I CRAWLED STRAIGHT AHEAD
OR TO YOU I WAS LED
IT DIDN’T MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAID
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE DEAD
MAKING FRIENDS WITH DEAD
ARE YOU MY FRIEND OR MY MIRROR
IF YOU’RE MY FRIEND CAN YOU HEAR
TAKE ME NEARER
IF MY LOVE IS TRUE
PROVE MY DESIRE TOO
TAKE YOU IN MY ARMS
PROTECT YOU FROM HARM
CAUSE YOUR WORTH
JESUS CURSE
WORSE
REALLY WORT
AND I MEAN EVERY WORD
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE DEAD
LOSING IT
I SIT AND I WATCH THE YOUNG GIRLS LAUGH
TALKING ON PORTABLES WHILE I’M HOOKED TO THE PAST
THEY’RE LOOKING SO CUTE IN THEIR TIGHT TURTLE NECK SWEATERS
WELL ITS GETTING COLD – THERE’S A CHILL IN THE AIR
AND I GOT A COUGH – MUST HAVE CAUGHT IT SOMEWHERE
AND THE MIST IS TURNING EVERYTHING WETTER
I’M LOSING IT BABY – WHAT MORE CAN I TELL YOU
I’M LOSING IT BABY – AND I’M NOT TRYING TO SELL YOU
I’M LOSING IT BABY – OR MAYBE I’VE ALREADY LOST IT
ONE MORE TIME – I FORGOT MY UMBRELLA
AND I’M WALKING IN THE RAIN – ANOTHER LONELY FELLOW
AND I FOLLOW MY FOOTSTEPS – AND I’M WALKING RIGHT BEHIND THEM
AND MY OLD FRIEND KEITH – WHAT’S HE DOING TONIGHT
IS HE DOING GOOD – IS HE FEELING ALL RIGHT
I SHOULD GIVE HIM A CALL
OR MAYBE I’LL WRITE HIM A LETTER
(CHORUS)
IF I COULD ACT LIKE JOHNNY DEPP
I’D BE THE NEXT BRANDO – BUT I AIN’T THERE YET
I’D BE DRIDVING MY HUMVEE – THROUGH THE HOLLYWOOD HILLS
IN BETWEEN FILMS SO MUCH TIME TO KILL
I’M LIVING ON MY MATTRESS – TAKING SO MANY PILLS
AND WHEN SUNDOWN COMES I DRIVE DOWN TO THE VALLEY
AND FLIRT WITH A WAITRESS
(CHORUS)
THE PRINCE OF CHAOS
LIKE A PELEGRINE CRUCIFIED
ON THE HORNS OF A SPANISH BULL
DEEP IN ANDALUSIA
WHERE THE WINTER AIR IS STILL
BECKONING TO NO MAN
THE MINSTREL CIRCLES AND DIVIDES
UPON AN ASH HEAP OF MEMORIES
THE DETECTIVE IS COVERED IN HIVES
RECOGNIZED BY MAN
AS THE DISTANT SON OF PAUL
HE WAS BROUGHT UP IN A BOXCAR
WHERE HE LEARNED TO JUMP AND ROLL AND FALL
LEGENDS OF HOMELESS CHILDREN
WHOM MOTHER EARTH REJECTS
I SEE WINDMILLS IN THE DISTANCE
AND A STRING OF SHRUNKEN HEADS
AND NEW YEARS WAS COMING
PREPARATIONS MUST ALL BE MADE
WE’RE GONNA ROUND UP ALL THE SINNERS
TELL THEM ITS TIME TO BATHE
YOU GO PRESS UP IN YOUR FINERY
AND YOUR CRIMSON GALES GALORE
REJECT YOUR BENEFACTOR
GIVE PRESENTS TO YOUR WHORE
AND THE HEAD OF ABEL;
WE’RE GONNA LAY HIM DOWN TO REST
BAD MARKS TO CAIN AND AHAB
WHOSE ACTIONS WERE IN JEST
I’M THE PRINCE OF CHAIS
OF RANDOM DESTINY
THE THREE SISTERS OF FATE
WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH ME
LIFE’S A BOWL OF COLD MISFORTUNE
SITTING STABLE ON THE TABLE
IF ZEUS AND MAXIMILLAND
AND THE FOX IN AESOBS FABLE
RUBBER IS THE MISSING LINK
BOUNCE MY GOLD HATED SUITOR
PETER ALLEN, JUDY GARLAND
STING AND RYE COODER
MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS
LIKE MOVIES WITH NO MOVIE SCREEN
RANDOM ACCESS IS WHAT I GOT
CHRONOLOGY IS JUST SOME KIND OF DREAM
SOMEONE TAKE ALL THESE FLAGS DOWN
AND STOP THE SACRIFICIAL SALUTE
YOU CAN MEET ME IN ZANADU
ILL BE DRESSED IN A PINSTRIPED SUIT
I’M THE LEADER THEY WERE SEEKING
I TELL YOU I’M THE ONE
WE’RE GONNA WELCOME BACK ASSASSINS
WITH A PRAYER BOOK AND HIS GUN
TELL ME WHO WILL WARN THE PEOPLE
WHEN THE DECEPTION TIDE DOES RISE
OR IS IT SOMETHING FAR MORE NATURAL
AN INSTINCT WE MUST ABIDE
INSTINCT LAUGHS THE FISHERMAN
ITS LIKE TRYING TO GATHER FISH
I KNOW THEY LIVE OUT ON THE WATER
BUT THE REST IS HIT AND MISS
BUT OH MY FISHING DAYS ARE OVER
ALTHOUGH I MISS MY RODS GENTLE CURVE
LIFE IS THE SUBJECT
TO LIVE IS JUST A VERB
MARYANN’S GARAGE SALE
NOW YOU’RE LOOKING FOR GOD’S FACE
SOMETHING TO BELIEVE
YOU’VE GOT THE SOUL OF A TORTURER
HOW GREAT IS YOUR NEED
SOME SAY THE SIMPLE TRUTH
WILL SOMEDAY SET YOU FREE
FROM A HORNET’S NEST OF LIES – BREEDING TO INFINITY
EVERY COURT NEEDS A JESTER
EVERY CIRCUS NEEDS A CLOWN
PAINT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE
WHEN THE ACROBATS FALL DOWN
YOU WERE LAST SEEN IN TUSCANY
WHISTLING IN THE DARK
ON YOUR OLIVE TREE RANCH – AS BIG AS CENTRAL PARK
YOUR DIRTY LITTLE MIND
IS AS PRETTY AS CAN ME
I SUPPOSE THAT’S WHERE I’LL FIND
YOUR MEMORIES OF ME
YOUR CO-STAR THE VAMPIRE
HE EXPIRED YESTERDAY
HE WAS ALLERGIC TO HIMSELF – THAT’S WHAT THE DOCTORS SAY
YOU CAN FORGET YOUR EXPERIENCE
ON LIFE’S HIGH WIRE
CAUSE YOUR NOTHING BUT AN ANTIQUE
AN OBJECT OF DESIRE
IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT
MY SWEET MARYANN
IF THAT’S WHAT YOU WANT – I DON’T GIVE A GODDAMN
NOW YOU CAUGHT ME OFF BALANCE
TWO TIMES IN A ROW
DON’T ASK ME WHAT I THINK
I DON’T KNOW I DON’T KNOW
IS THERE NO END TO YOUR HORRORS
WILL YOU EVER FIND RELIEF
AS YOU WALK THROUGH THE FOREST – LIKE A MONK OR A PRIEST
NOW IF YOU STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND
I THINK ITS TIME THAT YOU DID
SAID THE COUNT TO JULIE CHRISTIE
AS SHE UNSCREWED THE LID
OFF A JAR OF COSMETICS
FULL OF NOTHING BUT LIES
THE SMILE OF THE ACTRESS – OR THE HIGHWAYMEN’S DISGUISE
NOW YOU WERE STILL SORT OF INNOCENT
THE DAY YOU LEFT HOME
YOU KNEW THE A LIST IN HOLLYWOOD
A DRIVER NAMED TYRONE
YOU WERE LOOKING FOR BRANDO
SUCH EXQUISITE JIVE
YOU CAME DOWN FROM THE VALLEY – TO MULHOLLAND DRIVE
ONCE WE HAD A FIGHT
ABOUT THIS ABOUT THAT
AND SOME STUFF GOT SAID
THAT WE COULD NEVER TAKE BACK
I LOVE THE SOUND OF CAR TIRES
CRUISING IN THE RAIN
AND THE WINDSHIELD WIPERS – KEEPING TIME IN THE FAST LANE
OH MARYANN MARYANN
YOU’RE UNIQUE AND COMPLETE
BUT YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW
THAT YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A FREAK
YOU’RE THE GIRL IN THE BUBBLE
IT’S A VERY TIGHT FIT
IS LIFE A LIMITLESS HORIZON – OR A BOTTOMLESS PIT
AND THE POWERS THAT BE
THEY LOOK AT US AND LAUGH
THEY WANT US TO DRY UP
AND LIVE IN THE PAST
I SAID OH MARYANN I GUESS THAT’S IT
BUT OH MARYANN – I JUST CAN’T QUIT
NOT ENOUGH TIME
WELL I’M THE GUY WHO’S ALWAYS IN A RUSH
FROM ONE PLACE TO ANOTHER COME BOOM OR BUST
IF I’M NOT MOVING I’M STARTING TO ROT
I GOT A LOT OF SPEED BUT STILL THERE’S JUST
NOT ENOUGH TIME
WHEN ITS YOU I WANT TO SEE
NOT ENOUGH TIME
TO GET YOU NEXT TO ME
WELL EINSTEIN’S THEORY IT STILL HOLDS TRUE
THE SPEED OF LIGHT WILL MAKE A SHADOW OUT OF YOU
I HEAR YOUR VOICE WHEN MY ECHO COMES BACK
I CAN RECOGNIZE YOU DARLING BUT I CAN’T BACK THE
TIME
TO GET YOU NEXT TO ME
NOT ENOUGH TIME
TO GET YOU NEXT TO ME
MOVING THROUGH THE VAPER
THROUGH THE FOG AND THE MIST
FOLLOWING YOUR TRACKS
AND SO MANY THINGS ON MY LIST
I’M SO BACKED UP
I’M STILL IN LAST YEAR
WHEN MET FOR THE FIRST TIME
AND I HELD YOU NER
FORGOT ABOUT TOMORROQW
I’VE ALREADY BEEN THERE TWICE
AND IF I TOLD YOU NEXT YEAR YOU’RE GONNA BE MY WIFE
I’M THE MAN OF YOUR FUTURE
THOUGH I’M INVISIBLE TO SEE
THE ONE THING THATG KEEPS GOING
IS THE LOVE INSIDE OF ME
NOT ENOUGH TIME
WHEN ITS YOU I WANT TO SEE
NOT ENOUGH TIME
TO GET YOU NEXT TO ME
NOT ENOUGH TIME
WHEN ITS YOU I’VE GOT TO SEE
NOT ENOUGH TIME
TO BE THE MAN I WANT TO BE
NOT ENOUGH TIME
I WANT TO SEE
HOURS AND MINUTES
THEY MEAN NOTHING TO ME
NOT ENOUGH TIME
I’M ALREADY LATE
I’M ALREADY GONE
THAT’S WHAT I HATE
JOHNNY BOY GONE
I’M KNOCKING ON HIS DOOR
I’M RINGING ON HIS BELL
I HEAR THE NEIGHBORS YELLING
GO TO HELL
I’M SEARCHING EVERY POOL HALL
HOSPITALS TOO
I MIGHT HIRE A DETECTIVE
WHAT ELSE CAN I DO
JOHNY BOY GONE
HE’S GONE AWAY
HE’S COMPLETELY OUT OF SIGHT
HE LEFT YESTERDAY
HE DIDN’T OWE NO MONEY
HIS DEBTS WERE AL PAID
HE STAYED COMPLETELY SOBER
ON THE ST PATRICKS DAY PARADE
AND HE RETURNED MY BEATLES ALBUMS
HE TOOK WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
THE MAN DIDN’T HAVE AN ENEMY
HE DIDN’T OWN A GUN
(CHORUS)
ONE TIME WE DROPPED ACID
WE STOOD UNDER THE STARS
CONTEMPLATED THE CHANCES
OF LIFE ON MARS
WE THOUGHT THE LOVE OF MONEY
WAS THE DEVILS OWN CURSE
AND TO WEAR A SUIT AND TIE
WELL WHAT ELSE COULD BE WORSE
MANY YEARS LATER
THE TELEVISION SAID
THEY FOUND HIM IN A CABIN
COMPLETELY OUT OF HIS HEAD
THEY FOUND POOR JOHNNY
HE WAS LIVING WITH A BEAR
HE WAS DRESSED IN SKINS
WITH VERY LONG HAIR
(CHORUS)
THEY SAY JOHNNY WENT TO HARVARD
HE WAS AS SMART AS YOU CAN GET
SOME EVEN SAY IT WAS HIM
WHO INVENTED THE INTERNET
THEY BROUGHT HIM BACK TO TOWN
THEN BACK TO CIVILISATION
SOON HIS FAVORITE MOVIE
WAS BIRTH OF A NATION
AND YOU KNOW HE JOINED THE KLAN
HE BECAME SOME KIND OF WIZARD
HE WAS LIVING ON CORN BREAK
AND CHICKEN GIZARDS
HE FINALLY ENTERED POLITICS
HE MADE IT TO THE SENATE
ON CHRISTAMS EVE
HE IMPERSONATED TONY BENNET
(CHORUS)
I FINALLY GOT HIS NUMBER
I CALLED HIM ON THE PHONE
I SAID WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU MAN
DID YOU GET TOO STONED
HE SAID THE WORLD IS CHANGING
YOU NEED A LOT MORE THEN LOVE
YOU NEED SOME HAWKS LIKE ME
TO PROTECT YOU PEACE DOVES
JOHNNY JOHNNY …
(CHORUS)
CANARIES IN THE MIND
You say the world is doing fine
Except for the canaries down in the mine
They’re just not singing anymore
They’re lying lifeless on the floor
Some say love is like oxygen
And since you left me baby i’ve been suffering
Round and round like a weathervane i go
And i can’t find which way the wind will blow
In fact this whole thing is a mystery
And i’m feeling less and less free
Locked between the bars of my birth and my death
What my crime was well i can only guess
But you were the light in my darkest night
I was blind and you gave me sight
To see all that was so beautiful
My empty life turned lush lush and full
But your body was my temple of doom
A sanctuary and a living tomb
Where i was buried in two seconds flat
I know you said sometimes love is like that
But all i have left is a lock of your hair
At least i think its yours but baby i don’t care
If you gave me presents i can’t find them now
You said you did but i have my doubts
Because all you told me were sweet sweet lies
I could be one of a thousand guys
Who could never get enough of you
Who were so shocked when their time was through
That’s it for me i’m on my way home
I’m singing the last verse of like a rolling stone
Rest assured i never wanted you to change
Into something manageable or prearranged
Some say the world is doing fine
(and those canaries are just putting in their time)
Except for the canaries in the mind
They’re just not singing anymore
They’re lying lifeless on the floor
JESSE
SUNDAY, AUGUST 14, 2005
I CAN STILL HEAR YOUR VOICE
AND SEE YOUR FACE
AND THE WAY YOU WALKED
ONTO THE STAGE
SAT BEHIND THE DRUMS
LIKE A MAN POSSESSED
LIKE A BOY ON THE RUN
RUNNING FROM WHAT
I CAN’T GUESS
JESSE – IT’S A MYSTERY
JESSE – HOW DO WE GET FREE
I CAN SHED MY TEARS
YOUR LIFE SEEMED SO UNFINISHED HERE
OH JESSE
THERE CAME A TIME
TO CLEAN UP OUR ACTS
FINALLY WE WANTED TO LIVE
AND NEVER LOOK BACK
I’M GRATEFUL TO SAY
I DID SUCCEED
BUT FOR YOU IT WAS HARD
TO GET ALL THE LOVE YOU NEED
(CHORUS)
EVERYBODY LIKED YOU
YOU WERE THE TOAST OF THE TOWN
THE SON OF THE FAMOUS ARTIST
YOU REALLY GOT AROUND
AND MAN YOU COULD PLAY THE DRUMS
OH MAN YOU COULD MAKE ME LAUGH
WE HAD SUCH GOOD TIMES
UNTIL WE JUST HAD TO CRASH
(CHORUS)
DID ROLLING STONE PRINT YOUR PICTURE
NO, WELL THAT’S A SHAME
SURELY YOU BELONG
IN THE ROCK ‘N ROLL HALL OF FAME
BECAUSE YOU GAVE IT YOUR ALL
AND THE AUDIENCE COULD SEE
THAT WHEN YOU QUIT THE STAGE
YOU WERE AS EMPTY AS A MAN CAN BE
(CHORUS)
SO THIS IS JUST A EULOGY
I’M WRITING ON THE RUN
FROM ME AND ERNIE
HEY I RAN INTO RANDY GUNN
AND WE ALL TALK ABOUT YOU
AND I THINK WE ALWAYS WILL
AND WE ALL MISS YOU
WE MISS YOU STILL
(CHORUS)
HOME AGAIN
PEOPLE TELL ME THAT I’M GONNA GO FAR
WHEN I’M JUST GETTING USE TO THE WAY THINGS ARE
WHEN EVERYTHING’S CHANGING YOU CAN LEAVE ME BEHIND
TO PICK UP THE PIECES OF OUR LOST TIME
AND AS I WRITE THE PRESENT GOES PAST
THE SCENERY CHANGES AS I LOOK OUT THE GLASS
PLANES ARE TAKING OFF – TRUCKS THEY ARE LOADING
THE SKY IS DARK AND SO FOREBODING
WINDOWS ARE SHUTTERED AND GATES THEY ARE LOCKED
EVERYONE’S WAITING FOR THE NEXT TERROR SHOCK
OH GIVE ME A MINUTE – OH GIVE ME AN HOUR
I’M WAITING FOR THE WORLD TO FEEL LOVE’S POWER
NOW I NEED A WITNESS FOR MY DAILY STRUGGLE
A WARM FRIEND AT NIGHT WITH WHOM I CAN SNUGGLE
I PLACE A KISS ON YOUR SOFT CHEEK
I PRAY TO THE LORD OUR THREE SOULS TO KEEP
SO HELLO MARIA AND HELLO SAM
LET’S DANCE TO THE ORGAN OF THE MONOMAN
AND HERE’S TO DION AND HIS SWEETHEART SUE
IF I GET IN TROUBLE THEY’LL KNOW WHAT TO DO
SO GIVE THEM A CALL TELL THEM I NEED THEIR HELP
IF I LAND IN PRISON AND THEY TAKE AWAY MY BELT
I’M COUNTING ON YOU – I’M COUNTING TO TEN
WHEN I WAKE UP – I’LL BE HOME AGAIN
(SOLO)
HOME AGAIN – HOME AGAIN
HOME AGAIN – I’M COMING HOME AGAIN
HOME AGAIN – HOME AGAIN
HOME AGAIN – I’M COMING HOME AGAIN
BACK IN NEW YORK
WORKING ON A MOBILE PHONES
EATING LUNCH ALL ALONE
LOOK UNDER A MICROSCOPE
I’M LOSING EVERY BIT OF HOPE
TRY TO WATCH THE SKY ABOVE
ALL YOU REALLY LOSE IS LOVE
GIVE THE KNIFE ANOTHER TWIST
PUT A VICTIM ON YOUR LIST
I’M BACK – BACK IN NEW YORK
DOWN AND OUT IN CENTRAL PARK
WALKING DOGS IN THE DARK
GAVE UP EVERYTHING I OWNED
GUITAR AND A MICROPHONE
SITTING IN A SIDEWALK DUMP
FOR TWENTY DOLLARS CHUMP
IT’S A BATTLE TO THE END
JUST TO FIND AN HONEST FRIEND
I’M BACK – BACK IN NEW YORK
WELL IT’S A SMALL SENSE OF RELIEF
WHEN YOU GO AND FIX YOUR TEETH
WELL THE MAN HE STARTS TO DRILL
YOU GET THE METAL GO ON AND FILL
BACK IN NEW YORK – BACK IN NEW YORK
THE ENEMY IS NICOTINE
THE GIRLS ARE LOOKING LEAN AND MEAN
THERE’S A MILLION STORIES HERE
MOST OF THEM ARE WAY TOO CLEAR
EVERYBODY PISSED HIM OFF
TRIED TO SING AND START TO COUGH
STARTED SQUEALING LIKE A HOG
MTV GAVE ME A JOB
I’M BACK – I’M BACK IN NEW YORK
I’M BACK BIG TIME – BACK IN NEW YORK
GONE, GONE, GONE…
And we were…
Gone, gone, gone
I think I’m…
Gone, gone, gone
I think I’m…
Gone, gone, gone
And in the eye of the sun
I let my horses run
I kept my feet on the ground
I didn’t make a sound
My time was running out
And i have no doubts
And we were…
Gone, gone, gone
I think I’m…
Gone, gone, gone
I think I’m…
Gone, gone, gone
But if that’s what you want
My sweet Maryann
If that’s what you want
I won’t make a stand
If that’s what you need
Then I’m your man
Chorus
And you know we’re…
Gone, gone, gone
Yes we were…
Gone, gone, gone
I think I’m…
Gone, gone, gone
All Songs by Elliott Murphy – @Elliott Murphy – Lyrics Reprinted by Permission
Coming Home Again
Last Call Records 3121482
2007
Produced by Elliott Murphy
Recorded by Florent Barbier
Recorded at Franklin Studios, Le Havre, France
Cover Photograph by Françoise Viallon-Murphy
Cover Design by Chloé
Mastered by Raphael
Musicians:
Elliott Murphy: Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Harmonica
Ernie Brooks: Bass, Backing Vocals
Laurent Pardo: Bass
Olivier Durand: Dobro, Acoustic and Electric Guitars
Kenny Margolis: Accordion, Keyboards
Danny Montgomery: Drums
Alan Fatras: Drums
Patrick Riguelle: Backing Vocals
Gaspard Murphy: Electric Guitar
Record By Record, Murphy By Murphy: Coming Home Again
I was doing so much recording in Le Havre at the studio of Florent Barbier during the early 2000’s that sometimes it’s hard to know exactly where one album stopped and another began. But the songs were really flowing during these fruitful seasons of constant touring and I was surrounded by such good musicians (Olivier, Danny Montgomery etc.) that it seemed almost impossible not to release so many albums. Coming Home Again contains “A Touch of Kindness” which has proved to be my most popular song on Spotify with over 600,000 streaming to date! I think the next Democratic Party candidate for US President could use it for their campaign.
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Vinyl LPs
Germany:
Blue Rose Records BLU LP0416 (2 LPs)
CDs
France:
Last Call Records 3121482
Germany:
Blue Rose Records BLU DP0416
Norway:
MUDI MUD 2085
*Note: With two bonus tracks, “Gone Gone Gone” and “Back In New York.”
Italy:
Many Records MN 30767
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