Selling The Gold

Dejadisc

Record Details

1995
Genre:
Rock
Elliott Murphy - Selling The Gold

Recorded in Belgium with a dream team of studio musicians, Selling The Gold features a duet with Bruce Springsteen on “Everything I Do (Leads Me Back To You).”

Tracklist

  1. Love To America -:-- / 5:31
  2. Take Your Love Away -:-- / 3:16
  3. Everything I Do (Leads Me Back To You) -:-- / 4:47
  4. Taste The Good Life -:-- / 3:45
  5. Selling The Gold -:-- / 4:12
  6. A Whole New World -:-- / 5:15
  7. Buddy And Peggy Sue -:-- / 3:50
  8. Real Time -:-- / 5:40
  9. Is Fellini Really Dead? -:-- / 4:50
  10. Then I’m Gonna Make Love To You -:-- / 4:25
  11. King Of The Serpentine -:-- / 4:08

LOVE TO AMERICA

WELL LADY LIBERTY SHE GOT A PARTY TONIGHT
LANDING LIGHTS ON THE TARMAC
PILGRIMS AIRPLANE LOOK SO BRIGHT
SHE STARTED OUT THAT WAY – OUT THAT WAY
SHE DOESN’T KNOW IT BUT SHE’S GONNA GET TO BLOW IT
OH POPPA COSBY – SITS COM BLAHS
YOU GOT THE CISCO KID
LOW RIDING ROUND THE CORNER WITH A PLATINUM BLOND
MALCOLM X HAT ON
DRAG EM OUTA THE TRUCK – HE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE…
HE WAKES UP NEXT CENTURY IN FLORIDA
EVERYBODY’S A HUNDRED – EVERYBODY’S ON MEDICARE
WOW WOW BABY’S DOWN IN TEXAS NOW
SHE’S COVERED UP IN OIL AND SHE’S CUTTING UP A COW
SAYS OH HOW I LONG FOR THOSE NEW YORK STREETS
SOUL FOOD SOUL LONG
BETTER HIP HOP TO THE UZI SONG
BANG BANG BABY – BACK IN LA
EVERYBODYS SCREAMING THERE’S GOTTA BE A BETTER WAY
WHILE PELICAN MOUTH POLITICIANS PREACH
CANCER’S LYING NAKED ON THE BEACH
PORNOGRAPHIC PARADISE CAPPED WHITE TEETH
XANADU AND SHANGRI LA JUST OUT OF REACH
WHEN I FEEL THAT WAY
TAKE OUT MY PEN TO SAY
I’M GONNA WRITE THIS LETTER
ALL I GOT TO SAY IS

LOVE TO AMERICA…

ON A CARPHONE IN MILWAUKEE LIKE A HEARTLAND WALKIE TALKIE
TOOK A FAX FROM TENNESSEE WHERE THEY TOOK ALL RESPONSIBILITY
THAT COUNTRY MUSIC CAME BACK SO STRONG SO SWIFT
WITH A ROCK ‘N ROLL KICK ‘N KISS
BUT YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DID MISS
WHEN THE KING WAS ON HIS THRONE SO YOUNG SO TOUGH
CAN YOU GIMME SOME MORE OF THAT GOTHIC SOUTHERN STUFF
BUT IT GETS ROUGH
AS HE TURNS TO DUST
AND ALL THE FUSS
MOVED TO THE POST OFFICE
LOVE TO AMERICA (CONT.)

LOVE TO AMERICA…

I TURN ON THE TELEVISION I’M WATCHING CNN
I GOT THE NEWS COMING OUT OF EVERY OTHER END
I’M LIVING IN THE FUTURE WITH NO PAST AS THE CAMERA TURNS
TO THE SCREAMS AND THE TEARS OF THE MARKET FEAR
AS THE BUILDINGS START TO BURN
I GOT A DIGITAL LIFE
WITH A TURBO WIFE
LIKE A SERIAL KILLER
GONNA STICK HER WITH A KNIFE
OH SORRY…I JUST GOT CARRIED AWAY
THIS VIOLENCE AND THE MEDIA
SURROUNDING ME, HOUNDING ME
DON’T KNOW IT – DON’T KNOW IT
I THINK EVERYBODY SHOULD DO
WHAT THEY WANNA DO
JUST DON’T DO IT TO ME AND I WON’T DO IT TO YOU

LOVE TO AMERICA…
LOVE TO AMERICA…

TAKE YOUR LOVE AWAY

WELL I CAME DOWN HARD LIKE A LEAD BALLOON
WITH A HEAVY METAL BAND IN A PADDED ROOM
DONT YOU KNOW BABY JIMI HENDRIX SAID IT ALL
WHEN YOU’RE BANGING POWER CHORDS ON YOUR OLD LES PAUL

OOOH ALL RIGHT
OOOH AHHH EVERYBODYS GOING OUT TONIGHT
BABY TAKE YOUR LOVE AWAY

SHE GOT AN UPTOWN WALK WITH A DOWNTOWN STYLE
WHEN SHE GETS UNDER THE COVERS
I SAID STAY THERE FOR A WHILE
IN A CIRCUS TENT I’M DOWN ON MY KNEES
SWINGING RIGHT ABOVE ME IS THE GIRL ON THE TRAPEZE

OOOH ALL RIGHT
OOOH AHHH EVERYBODYS GOING OUT TONIGHT
BABY TAKE YOUR LOVE AWAY

I CAN SEE THE WATER
I CAN SEE THE LAND
I CAN FEEL THE FIRE BURNING IN MY VERY HAND
SOMETIMES HE’S A WOMAN AND SHE’S A MAN
THEY GOT FEELINGS THAT THEY JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND

OOOH ALL RIGHT
OOOH AHHH EVERYBODYS GOING OUT TONIGHT
BABY TAKE YOUR LOVE AWAY

EVERYTHING I DO (LEADS ME BACK TO YOU)

EVERYTHING I DO – LEADS ME BACK TO YOU
SEE ME STANDING IN THE ACID RAIN
FULL OF EXISTENTIAL PAIN
YOU CAN LOOK FOR LOVE SO LONG
UNTIL YOU’RE SURE YOU’LL NEVER FEEL SO GOOD AGAIN
THEN YOU CAME ALONG
LIKE A ANGEL LIKE A LOVER LIKE A FRIEND
YEAH EVERTHING I DO
LEADS ME BACK TO YOU

WELL I’M A MAN WITHOUT A PLACE
SOMETIMES AFRAID TO SHOW MY FACE
HEAR ME HUMMING IN THE NIGHT
WHEN YOU TURN OUT THE LIGHT
THEY CAN BLOW MY TIRES OUT
TILL I’M FILLED UP WITH NOTHING ELSE BUT DOUBT
STILL I’M ROLLING ON MY RIMS
OH BABY COMING BACK TO YOU AGAIN
YEAH EVERTHING I DO
LEADS ME BACK TO YOU

WHEN I’M ON THE RISE
WHEN ITS DO OR DIE
OH LULLABY
WOULD YOU TAKE AN ALIBI
IF I SAID IT WAS YOU AND I
FURTHER ON…
CAUSE ITS EVERYTHING I DO
EVERYTHING I DO

YOU KNOW ITS HARD FOR A MAN TO SING
WHEN HIS PRIDE BLOCKS EVERYTHING
YOU CAN HAVE A WAY WITH WORDS
WHEN YOUR THOUGHTS THEY CAN’T BE HEARD
BUT DON’T TAKE IT THE WRONG WAY
LIKE HALF THE THINGS I EVER TRIED TO SAY
WELL I GOT MY DEMONS TOO
BUT MY ANGELS THEY’RE ALL CHEERING FOR YOU
CAUSE EVERYTHING I DO
IT LEADS ME BACK TO YOU

TASTE THE GOOD LIFE

HEY I GOT A NEW RECIPE FOR LEISURE
JUST TAKE A MINUTE OF YOUR PRECIOUS TIME
ADD A CUP OF MISERY
TO A BOWL FULL OF HISTORY
THEN LET IT SIT ON THE SHELF
TILL THERE’S NOTHING ON

THEN STIR IN SOME THIRD WORLD WARFARE
HEAT IT UP IN SOME COUNTRY YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE
BOOK A TABLE AT THE U.N.
I HOPE THE CHEF KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING
MOVE IT OUT OF THE HEADLINES
THAN MOVE ON

YOU ARE SO SPECIAL
SO SOFT SO STRONG LIKE AN EGG SHELL

SHOOT IT DON’T SHAKE IT DON’T BREATHE IT DON’T BREAK IT
THIS WAR IS STILL GOOD CAUSE ITS NOT PAST THE DATE YET
OOPS THE MICROWAVE SAYS WE’RE DONE
STARVING OUT OF SEASON NOW IS THAT A CAUSE FOR TREASON
WOULD ANYBODY GUESS THAT THE KITCHEN IS A MESS
WHEN THE NAPKINS ARE CLEAN AND THE WAITERS SO SERENE
HEAR THE DISHWASHER SCREAM
HE’S NOT A MEMBER OF THE TEAM
MY WIFE LOST HER RING
I CAN’T FIND A FUCKING THING

TASTE THE GOOD LIFE TAKE A BIG BITE
YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SWALLOW IT ALL
ITS A MORAL DILEMMA
WHEN ITS COMES TIME FOR YOUR DINNER
All THOSE BABIES GETTING THINNER
THANK GOD YOU WERE BORN WITH THE WINNERS
TONIGHT

HEY TASTE THE GOOD LIFE OH THAT’S BETTER
HEY TASTE THE GOOD LIFE OH THAT’S BETTER
HEY TASTE THE GOOD LIFE OH THAT’S BETTER

SELLING THE GOLD

SELLING THE GOLD -SELLING THE GOLD

HE WAS TAPPING ON A MACINTOSH
AND FEELING HALF WORTHWHILE
SAW THE RING ON HIS FINGER THERE
AND THAT MADE HIM SMILE
HE SAID NOW ALL I GOT TO DO FOR HER
IS PUT A STATE OR TWO BETWEEN US
GET OUT FROM UNDERNEATH THIS
AND MOVE ON
SELLING THE GOLD – SELLING THE GOLD

TAKE A LOOK AT THESE CUFFLINKS JOE
THEY’RE FOURTEEN-K
AND THIS BAND WITH THESE INITIALS HERE
WELL ITS THE SAME WAY
THIS GUY WALKED IN AND SAID WHAT WILL YOU GIVE ME
I JUST NAMED HIM A PRICE
HE DIDN’T EVEN BLINK TWICE
JUST GAVE IT AWAY
SELLING THE GOLD – SELLING THE GOLD

THERE’S A STORE ON FORTY SEVENTH STREET
IN FACT I KNOW QUITE A FEW
YOU GOT SOME JEWELRY YOU WANT TO SELL
THEY’RE GONNA BUY IT FROM YOU
AND ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS JUST PUT
ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF ANOTHER
SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR LOVER AND MOVE ON
SELLING THE GOLD – SELLING THE GOLD

STRANGE THINGS CAN HAPPEN
YOU DIDN’T HOLD THE KEY
ONE DOOR IS CLOSING
TO AN OPEN DOOR YOU JUST CAN’T SEE
AND ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS JUST PUT
ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF ANOTHER
AND SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR LOVER AND MOVE ON
SELLING THE GOLD – SELLING THE GOLD

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

THERE WAS A CANDLE IN THE CORNER
AND A HOLE IN THE ROOF
IT FELT LIKE WE WERE PASSING THROUGH AN ECLIPSE
BUT I HAD NO PROOF
IT WAS A WHOLE NEW WORLD

HE FOUND HIS CAR IN THE MOONLIGHT
WITH A BRAND NEW DENT
HE THOUGHT IT WAS REVENGE
BUT IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT

IT WAS A WHOLE NEW WORLD
I WAS A DIFFERENT MAN
YOU WERE THE SAME GIRL

TALK ABOUT ULYSSES AND GENGHIS KHAN
EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMEONE
TO PUT THE BLAME ON
I GOT A REASON, I CANNOT FALL
MY KINDA RESPONSIBILITIES
MAKE A SHORT MAN TALL
IT WAS A WHOLE NEW WORLD
I WAS A DIFFERENT MAN
YOU WERE THE SAME GIRL

WE PUT AWAY THE DISHES
PUT THE BABY TO SLEEP
YOU THINK THAT YOU’RE EXHAUSTED
UNTIL YOUR EYES FINALLY MEET
I HEAR A LOT OF TALK ABOUT COMMITMENT
PEOPLE SAYING WHAT THEY NEED
BUT I DIDN’T KNOW NOTHING
‘TIL I HAD THIS EXTRA MOUTH TO FEED

IT WAS A WHOLE NEW WORLD
I WAS A DIFFERENT MAN
YOU WERE THE SAME GIRL
I WAS A DIFFERENT MAN
YOU WERE THE SAME…
I WAS A DIFFERENT MAN
YOU WERE THE SAME GIRL

BUDDY AND PEGGY SUE

HE WAS DRIVING IN HIS JAGUAR ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN
SMELLING THE UPHOLSTERY ADMIRING HIS DASHBOARDS WOODY BROWN
HE WAS THINKING ABOUT THE AZTECS AND THE MAYANS AND THE SIOUX
AND THE WARRIOR’S CODE…BUT WHAT’S A MODERN MAN TO DO?
HE WAS LISTENING TO CASSETTES OF BEST SELLING BOOKS
READ BY AUTHORS AND ACTORS AND CROOKS
HE WAS UP ON HIS LUCK BUT DOWN ON DESIRE
HE WAS CRUISING THESE STREETS LOOKING FOR…A FIRE!

ONCE HE WAS ALONE IN THE HEAT OF ISOLATION
ALWAYS SQUIRMING FOR RELEASE OF HIS SELFISH CONTEMPLATION
HIS MASTER WAS CHANCE BUT TIME WAS HIS PRISON
HE WAS GOING BY THE BOOK BUT THE LAST WORD HADN’T BEEN WRITTEN
HE REMEMBERED WHEN THE MUSIC USE TO BE MAGIC
BEFORE IT WAS JUST ANOTHER SOFTWARE GADGET
HE WAS DYING TO GET LAID OR AT LEAST GET PAID
TO COLLECT SATISFACTION FROM THIS GROTESQUE…LACK OF ACTION

NOW ON THE OTHER HAND WE GOT PEGGY SUE
WHO WASN’T BOTHERED BY THESE QUESTIONS
BECAUSE SHE KNEW JUST WHAT A GIRL COULD DO
SHE PUT HER THUMB OUT IN THE ROAD HITCHED HER SKIRT UP HIGH
THE SOUNDS OF HIS DISC BREAKS SQUEALING MADE THE BIRDS FLY HIGH
HE SAID WHERE YOU GOING AS SHE SETTLED IN HER SEAT
SHE CROSSED HER LEGS AND PUT HIS HAND ON HER KNEE
SHE SAID JUST CONSIDER ME YOUR DREAM COME TRUE
YOU CAN THROW AWAY YOUR PLAYBOY…AND YOUR PENTHOUSE TOO

OF COURSE THIS WAS TOO MUCH FOR HIM TO HANDLE – HE FELT FOR HIS WALLET LIKE A MAN ABOUT TO TAKE A BIG GAMBLE – HE THOUGHT ABOUT ALTMAN AND THELMA AND LOUISE – HE THOUGHT ABOUT HIS WIFE WHO HE NEVER SEEMED ABLE TO PLEASE – THAN FROM OUT OF NOWHERE SHE PULLED OUT A GUN – SAID IF I WERE YOU I’D GET MOVING SOME – HE GULPED REAL HARD HELD HIS BREATH – STEADIED HIS STEERING – PUT HIS HAND BACK…ON THE ARMREST

SOMEWHERE DOWN THE ROAD SHE SAID MY NAME’S PEGGY SUE
HE SAID CALL ME BUDDY SHE SAID BUDDY – NICE TO MEET YOU
SHE LET HIM HAVE HIS WAY AND THEN TOOK HIS KEYS
LEFT HIM STANDING BY THE HIGHWAY -SHOT HIM RIGHT THROUGH THE KNEES – THEN CAME THE DAY SHE STOOD BEFORE THE JUDGE
THE COURTROOM WAS PACKED AND BUDDY WAS ON A CRUTCH
THE JUDGE LOOKED DOWN SAID EXPLAIN YOUR ACTIONS
PEGGY SUE SAID YOUR HONOR…I COULDN’T GET NO SATISFACTION

REAL TIME

I COULD USE SOME UNDERSTANDING – BUT COULDN’T WE ALL
I’M GONNA PUT MYSELF IN YOUR SHOES – AND WALK TALL
ONCE I TRIED TO BE A LOSER – THERE’S MONEY THERE TOO
THERE’S A MYTH MAKERS MARKET – TO BURY YOU
OF THE NIGHT I SAY NOTHING – THAT ISN’T OLD AND CLICHED
BUT WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING – ITS A REAL CLOSE SHAVE
THE PATIENT VOICE OF THE ANNOUNCER – TELLS ME WHAT HOUR IS BEST
BUT WHAT TIME IT IS IN REAL TIME – CAN YOU GUESS

THE CLOCK WAS TICKING – MOON SHADOWS OFF THE WALL
AND I WAS DREAMING – OF HAWAIIAN WATERFALLS
AND THEN I WOKE TO A BUSINESS CALL

TAKE A LOOK AT THESE NEW FIGURES – THEY CAN’T POSSIBLY BE RIGHT
THEY SAY THE WHOLE THING IS GONNA FALL DOWN – OVERNIGHT
MAYBE I’M OVERREACTING – OR JUST ACTING OUT
BUT THERE’S A LOT OF BAD ACTORS – WITH SOME HEAVY CLOUT
THEY SAY THE END IS COMING – BUT ITS NOT REALLY NEAR
WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN IN THE MEAN TIME – IS WHAT I FEAR
THEY’RE GONNA LOAD US DOWN WITH SOFTWARE – AND VIRTUAL REALITY
THEY THINK OUR SYSTEMS ARE COMPATIBLE – BUT REAL TIME DON’T AGREE

(CHORUS)

I SEE THE FUTURE THROUGH STAINED GLASS
AND HEARING AIDS FOR THE YOUNG
A UNIVERSE OF AGING CELEBRITIES – ON THE RUN
IN MADE FOR TV MOVIES – REPACKAGED COMPACT DISCS
THEY CALL IT HOME ENTERTAINMENT – ITS THE SAME OLD SHIT
WHY DON’T WE TRY TO GET QUIET – AND TRY TO READ A BOOK
IT DON’T MATTER IF ITS THE BIBLE – OR LEARNING HOW TO COOK
ANDY SAID COME THE FUTURE – THERE’S FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FAME
YOU WANNA BE FAMOUS IN REAL TIME – YOU GOTTA BE INSANE

(CHORUS)

IS FELLINI REALLY DEAD

ROME’S A MILLION YEARS OF TOURISTS STANDING IN A LINE AHEAD
AND A MISPLACED OBSERVATION OF AN AMERICAN DRESSED IN RED
AND COUNTLESS EXPECTATIONS OF WHAT WAS REALLY SAID
AND THE SAD STARK REALIZATION THAT FELLINI’S REALLY DEAD

PIZZERIA FILLED WITH COLOR FROM THE SMOKY BLACK AND WHITE
AND THE COBBLESTONES ARE COUNTING CARS GEARING UP TO FIGHT
THERE’S A WAVE OF IMMIGRATION THAT IS THREATENING THE WEST
BUT THE WEATHER DOESN’T MATTER IF FELLINI’S REALLY DEAD

OUR YOUTHFUL CONVERSATIONS KEPT US SPEEDED UP TILL DAWN
IN RIGHTFUL INDIGNATION HOW TO CHANGE A WORLD GONE WRONG
BLAME IT ON THE GOVERNMENT NO MATTER WHICH SIDE YOU’RE ON
IT ALL SEEMS SO RIDICULOUS NOW THAT FELLINI’S GONE

THERE’S AN ORANGE ROMAN COLOR A SHADE OF OLD BURNT BRICK
THEY’RE RUNNING CARS AT THE CIRCUS MAXIMUS BUT THE MAGICIANS NOT DOING HIS TRICKS
AND A LONESOME POPULATION IS STRUGGLING IN ITS GRIP
THAT THEY’VE BEEN LEFT BEHIND THIS TIME ON FELLINI’S LAST TRIP

ITS A LANGUAGE FULL OF MUSIC CHRONIC EXPLANATIONS SAY
ALL THE CHARIOTS ARE RUSTED IN A RELIC KIND OF WAY
BUT THE WORLD DON’T WEAR A WRISTWATCH
TO ENCASE ITS TIMELESS TICK
ARE THE EGYPTIANS CAMERAS ROLLING TONIGHT?
AS FELLINI GOES UP THE STYX

NIGHTS LIKE THIS ARE A LUXURY THERE ARE FIVE STARS ARE OVERHEAD
THE RHYTHM OF THE FOOTSTEPS SOME THEY FOLLOW ME THOUGH I FEEL LED
ME I’M STANDING PERFECTLY STILL…
AND JUST HOLDING MY BREATH
AND WONDERING IF ROME EXISTS AFTER FELLINI’S DEATH

THEN I’M GONNA MAKE LOVE TO YOU

I’m gonna kiss you in the morning
I got two tickets in my hand
I’m g onna say you done enough relaxing
We’re gonna walk to the taxi stand
Gonna take you to the airport
gonna put you on a plane
And if you think that I’m behaving different
well things ain’t ever gonna be the same
We’re gonna fly bye baby while the coast is clear
keep a lookout up ahead
with the light of the lost but to be wicked there’s a cost
Thats something thats just gotta be said
My baby – somethings have just gotta be said
See me in the newsroom
See me suitcased in a tie
I’m gonna smile at all the good news
while the bad news makes me cry
(A case of Saravego in my eye)
Give me a break for our sponsors sake
But once the sports reports are through
Than I’m gonna make love to you – I’m gonna make love to you

Take you to the station -Put you on a train
And everybodys gonna be talking
That loving couple really looking insame
Well you were just a tiny teenybopper
with all the glamour drama going down
I was before my time with my Perrier and lime
Always heading out of town
The fifties were the time of the living dead
I guess the sixties when the dead survived
We were much too stoned through the seventies
So the eighties caught us by surprise
What’s that – I got a vacancy under my eyes
But I was born under the sign of the corny rhymes
I was born under the guns of the battleship
I was born under the logo of the Jagger lips
You can make alot of money if you swivvle your hips
If you pay a lot of lawyers to keep you otta shit
But like Billy Shakespeare said – There’s only so much ado you can do
Then I’m gonna make love to you – I’m gonna make love to you
THEN I’M GONNA MAKE LOVE TO YOU (CONT)

Way way way past midnight
Three o’clock morning of the soul
When you notice you’ve been digging yourself too deep
into an intellectual black hole
When the sucking sounds start you sinking
God’s gonna pull you by the hand
To his alph centuri conference center
And you’ll know this ain’t no Disneyland
Cause when the blind lead the blind well I guess its time
for the deaf to have their say
And though its dog eat dog soon we’ll be chewing on a log
If the vegamatics have their way
Now this all got me thinkin
Whats my point of view
Like a political man I got my head in the sand
I got a tunnel vission mission for you my baby
A tunnel vision mission for you

And I hope you been paying attention
Cause after the exam is through
Then I’m gonna make love to you
I’m gonna make love to you

KING OF THE SERPENTINE

HE WAS THE KING OF THE SERPENTINE
BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE HE COULDN’T DRAW THE LINE
A MONSTER LIVING IN THE WATERMILL
HE SAID IF NOTHING ELSE I GOT SOME TIME TO KILL

AND ALL THE BOYS WERE SINGING
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGING
AND EVERYONE WAS GOING HOME
AND ALL THE CHILDREN HAPPY
TO BE WITH MOM AND DADDY
BUT I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG

FOLLOWING THE RULES OF SUICIDE
SIGNING HIS LETTERS DO OR DIE
DON’T EVER SAY I DIDN’T TRY TO FIGHT
BUT THE LAST ONE TO LEAVE BETTER TURN OUT THE LIGHTS

AND ALL THE BOYS WERE SINGING
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGING
AND EVERYONE WAS GOING HOME
AND ALL THE CHILDREN HAPPY
TO BE WITH MOM AND DADDY
BUT I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG

GO DOWN MARIA – DON’T YOU EVER GET CAUGHT UP HERE
OH MY MARIA – THEY’RE GONNA CHANGE THE COLOR OF YOUR FEAR
OH MARIA – ITS A WORLD FULL OF EVIL AND TEARS
MY MARIA

HE WAS THE SON OF NIAGARA FALLS
A TRUE BELIEVER WITH A BIG SET OF BALLS
A HAUNTED MAN A ON A MURDEROUS LARK
OR ANOTHER TOUGH GUY JUST AFRAID OF THE DARK

AND ALL THE BOYS WERE SINGING
AND ALL THE BELLS WERE RINGING
AND EVERYONE WAS GOING HOME
AND ALL THE CHILDREN HAPPY
TO BE WITH MOM AND DADDY
BUT I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG

GO DOWN MARIA – DON’T YOU EVER GET CAUGHT UP HERE
OH MY MARIA – THEY’RE GONNA FILL YOU FULL OF HATE AND FEAR
OH MARIA – YOU’LL NEVER GET OUT OF HERE – MY MARIA

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All Songs by Elliott Murphy – © Elliott Murphy- Lyrics Reprinted by Permission

Selling The Gold
Dejadisc DJD 3224
1995

Produced by Elliott Murphy and Djoum
Recorded at ICP Studios, Brussels, Belgium
Cover Photo by Gilles Cappe

Musicians:
Elliott Murphy – Vocals, Guitars, Harmonica
Bruce Springsteen – Vocal (Everything I do)
Luis Jardim – Percussion
Sonny Landreth – Electric Slide Guitar
Chucho Merchán – Bass Guitar
Kevin Mulligan – Guitars, Backing Vocals
Andy Newmark – Drums
Patrick Riguelle – Backing Vocals
BJ Scott – Backing Vocals
Carlo Mertens – Horns
Serge Plume – Horns

Special appearance by The Violent Femmes (“King of the Serpentine”)
Gordon Gano – Vocals
Brian Ritchie – Acoustic Bass
Guy Hoffman – Percussion

Record By Record, Murphy By Murphy: Selling The Gold

I went off to Belgium and the legendary ICP studios where I was allowed to pick my dream team of musicians. I had seen drummer Andy Newmark with Brian Ferry and bassist Chuchu Merchan with the Eurythmics when my brother tour managed both acts and brought their high-priced talents to Brussels. We all thought “Love to America” would be a big hit and again, did a video. Sadly, neither Radio nor TV agreed.The fans seem to either love or hate this one but the title track of “Selling The Gold” is one of my best-constructed songs. I didn’t expect Bruce Springsteen to sing a whole verse on “Everything I do (Leads Me Back To You)” and when he called me at 4 in the morning to tell me he had just done it I was sound asleep and thought it was a dream.

Taken from Crossroads magazine.

On his eighth studio album of new original material (his 15th release overall) and first in five years, Elliott Murphy returned to a style familiar from his first several albums of the 1970s, singing a group of folk-rock songs full of highly literate lyrics that commented on modern life from an ironic perspective. Many years into European expatriation, the ex-New Yorker, turning on CNN, still found reasons to send “Love to America,” as the leadoff track proclaimed. But in the album’s strongest track, “Real Time,” he showed skepticism about the brave new world of software and virtual reality, describing the future as, “A universe of aging celebrities on the run/In made for TV movies, repackaged compact discs/They call it home entertainment/It’s the same old shit.” Murphy recommended his listeners read a book instead. He also turned personal at times, recalling departed friends such as Andy Warhol and Federico Fellini (in one of whose films he had appeared), and reflecting on the changes in his domestic life in “A Whole New World.” The playing was excellent, and Murphy was joined on one song by Bruce Springsteen, with whom he has always shared a sensibility, and on another by the Violent Femmes, whose work he has influenced.

William Ruhlmann – AllMusic

CDs

US:
Dejadisc DJD 3224

France:
Musidisc 118112

Germany:
Blue Rose Records BLU 30.115-1

Spain:
Betibú BT-003-03

Italy:
OffWorld 001

Brazil:
Paradis Records SPOT5009-2

Sweden:
Eagle Records ECD 051

Japan:
Nippon Crown/Loudwoof CRCL-4004

CD Singles

Sweden:
“Selling The Gold” / “Love To America”
Eagle Records ECDS 10-75

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