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SONGS FROM THE SAILS


NOW AVAILABLE ONLINE!
Songs From The Sails is a CD of original songs by John Murdock. A new CD is in the works for 2012 or 2013. Email me and I can email some of the new songs to you in a rough demo form!

Songs From The Sails features 11 songs
Down The Bay
Sweet Winnie
Lullaby
Old Man
Pockets Full Of Holes
All Over You
Muffies Wedding Song
I Gave It To You
September Mourn
In Time
This Old Town
All the songs were written by John who is a commercial lobsterman and an Innkeeper with his wife Winnie on Monhegan Island, Maine. The songs definitely ring with influences of the sea in an easy listening country/folk sound now being called on the Island, "Sea Grass Music"
The cost of the CD online is $15 and includes tax and shipping. For more than 1 CD the price is $12
You can check out samples of each song at www.cdbaby.com/cd/johnmurdock



DOWN THE BAY written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Vocals and Guitar
John Kirk: Fiddle
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass
David Kiphuth: Banjo

When the winds in the west
And we're sailing our best
Down The Bay
The sails will all thrash
And the waves will all crash
away
And my feelings will stir
As I'm thinking of her
Then the night fades away
And we're sailing
Down The Bay

When the winds in the East
And we start to feast
Our eyes
At the seas that build strong
And the days that last long
Cloudy skies
And the rum we will drink
In our minds we'll think
Of returning days
And of sailing
Down The Bay

When the wind's in the North
And we feel the force
Of the tide
And we're feeling alone
As we're thinking of home
We ride
Out of a storm
And a new day is born
Then the night turns to grey
And we're dreaming
Of the Bay

In the night time when the wind is howling
The deck's awash and the captain's scowling
Don't you fear
Can't you hear
God is near

When the wind's in the South
And we reach the mouth
Of the Bay
On the shore the waves roll
In the town the bells toll
Away
On the deck we stand
As we look for the land
Then the fog rolls away
And we're sailing
Up the Bay

SWEET WINNIE written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Vocals and Guitar
John Kirk: Fiddle and Guitar
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass

Sweet Winnie on my mind
I know your kind
Is so hard to find

I see you standing in a rain
Of feeling pain
They don't understand

You seem to be on my thoughts
Your love just can't be bought
But my heart is lonesome
So give me a sign
Sweet Winnie you're on my mind

Look down the harbor before the dawn
I'll be moving on
But my love won't be gone

If you count all the stars in the sky above
They'll never count up
To the love I'm thinking of

I watch over you from far away
You keep life from turning grey
You're turning my mind
Right on a dime
Sweet Winnie you're on my mind

With out any wind I'm stuck in the lea
But even the blind can see
Where ever you go
I'll be right behind
Sweet Winnie you're on my mind

LULLABY written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar and vocals
Phil Spoor: Piano
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass

Hush a bye my child
May you dream with a smile
Don't let them fade away
Reach for them everyday

Pull your covers tight
Dream till morning light
No hungry spooks under bed
I saw they were well fed

I'll lower the window shade
As the sunlight fades
Kiss you all good night
Turn off the bedroom light

Hush now sleep you tight
May dreams take you in flight
To lands lost long ago
To the ones who dream to slow

OLD MAN written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar and vocals
John Kirk: Fiddle
Phil Spoor: Piano
David Kiphuth: Dobjo
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass

Old man lives at the top of the hill
With a bucket of memories he sometimes spills
Upon a person who can understand
The Old Man

Old man walks down a broken road
Telling stories he thinks he has never told
Can someone please just stand
The Old Man

Old Man lives at the top of the street
Hoping someday he will meet
A person who will understand
The Old Man

Old Man talks all about the big war
And how he saved the world
So we could live some more
Can someone please just stand
The Old Man

Old man knows he doesn't have to try
To answer questions
Or tell you why
He counts the grains of sand
The Old Man

Old Man lives at the top of the street
Hoping somedat he will meet
A person who will understand
The Old Man

POCKETS FULL OF HOLES written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar and Vocals
John Kirk: Fiddle
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass
Linda Shrade: Harmony Vocals
David Kiphuth: Harmony Vocals

Street lights grow dim
At the first sign of morning light
The sun touches your hair
And folds back the night
It's then that I wondered is
This where life begins
What do you think of that my friend

If buckets of wishes
Were to flow back to the wishing well
You would gather them up
Instead of leaving them where they fell
And carry them silently
Up the hill once again
I know you would my friend

We've wandered on roads
On paths that never grow old
While searching our souls
To fill these pockets full of holes

When fair winds blow
And the harbors are empty of ships
I can feel your heart is hiding
Behind the eclipse
Of the sun and the moon
As they fit like a glove
What do you think of that my love

When twighlight falls
And the day begins to grow dark
Fireflies flashing in the meadow
Are the only spark
That reflect in your eyes
To the heavens above
I've seen it happen my love

We've wandered on roads
On paths that never grow old
While searching our souls
To fill these pockets full of holes

As the moon rises
And a light rain touches the ground
Hound dogs baying in the distance
Are the only sound
That echo in a place
Where the memories move slow
Through these pockets full of holes

We've wandered on roads
On paths that never grow old
While searching our souls
To fill these pockets full of holes

ALL OVER YOU written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar, Harmonica and Vocals
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass

He saw her in the depot the other day
She sat by the window as the train pulled away
He saw her push her hair
Away from her eyes
Oh how time flies
And then the train pulled through
Well he's all over you
He smokes his last Pall Mall
Then he makes last call
Leans his chair to the wall
And slowly sips a brew
He's all over you, all over you

He thinks of a time he wishes had never been
Then swears he'll never think of them again
Then he leaves a tip
And goes out the door
To go home once more
To his place on the avenue
Well he's all over you
It's not a long
And at one o'clock
He puts his key in the lock
To the place that you both knew
He's all over you, all over you

Standing in the pouring rain
My clothes are soaked right through
I'm waiting for an inbound train
To throw my arms all over you

She saw him in the depot the other day
He walked by her window as the train pulled away
She raised her hand to her hair
To hide a tear
Oh he seemed so near
Then the train pulled through
Well she's all over you, all over you

MUFFIES WEDDING SONG written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar and Vocals
John Kirk: Fiddle
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass
Linda Shrade: Harmony Vocals

Todays the day
We thread our way
Through time
On the shore we stand
As you hold your hand
In mine

I'm sailing away across the ocean blue
Steering a course by the stars to you
Is it magnetic or is it true
That I'm sailing away with you

What would it cost
If love was lost
At sea
The waves they pound
Of the love you found
For me

I'm sailing away across the ocean blue
Steering a course by the stars to you
Is it magnetic or is it true
That I'm sailing away with you

How could I know
That you would show me
The way
Before his sight
I fell it's right
To say
Our vows from the bow
Of a ship that sails
With a wind that wails
Through time

I'm sailing away across the ocean blue
Steering a course by the stars to you
Is it magnetic or is it true
That I'm sailing away with you
Now we're sailing away as two

I GAVE IT TO YOU written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar and Vocals
John Kirk: Fiddle and Mandolin
Connie Hume: Flute
Harmony Vocals: Linda Schrade and David Kiphuth

As the wind starts blowing snow
Across the frozen ground
I think of my love which is never lost
But always can be found
I picture a winter scene
When you said that you'ld be true
So I gave it to you
I gave it to you
I gave it to you

When the winter turns to spring
I know you won't be gone
For even when we're oceans apart
The feeling still is strong
It throws down the barriers
And let the sunlight through
Cause I gave it to you
I gave it to you
I gave it to you

On a summers day when
We're walking hand in hand
Before you ask a question you say
Try and understand
You ask if I will give my love
And will I always be true
I already gave it to you
I gave it to you
I gave it to you

SEPTEMBER MOURN written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar and Vocals
David Kiphuth: Dobjo
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass

Did you see the buildings fall
They were once so tall, they stood so tall
Did you hear them hit the ground
Did you turn around, when you heard the sound
Will we ever learn
Which way the road turns
Oh can you hear
The wind hissing
Oh are you listening
Are you near

Did you hear the people scream
Was it just a dream, was it just a dream
Can you make the people laugh
In the aftermath, In the aftermath
Will we ever know
Which way the tide flows
Oh can you hear
Souls whispering
Oh are you listening
Are you near

Did you hear the people sigh
Makes you want to cry, makes you want to cry
Can you make the people smile
Will it last a while, make it last a while
Will we ever find
The path of your design
Oh can you hear
Voices missing
Oh are you listening
Are you near

Did you see the people die
Makes you want to cry
Makes you want to cry

IN TIME written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar and Vocals
Dan Murdock: Lead Guitar
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass

Little boy calling
He's calling my name
Wondering if I'll do the same
Sitting and building
Castles in the sand
Daddy hold my hand
Did you ever wonder
If the world was to stop
Would we just balance
Or would we fall off
In Time

Little girl reading
Books all alone
Waiting for daddy
To phone
Playing dress up
In beads and gowns
She's going to
Fancy town
Memories howl
Around in my space
I hold them close
Before the escape
In Time

Little boy walking
And twirling a stick
Saying daddy
come quick
There's a scarecrow screaming
In a poppy field
With a tin man
At his heals
It's kind of hard
To look past the tracks
Some things get better
And others will pass
In Time

Life isn't easy
Well that's a fact
There's no reason or rhyme
Things can get better
In the place where you're at
It can happen In Time

As time passes
It's never to slow
Just seems to
Go and go
As you get older
Don't dissapear
Cause I'm
Still here
Sometimes I dream
That the hands on the clock
Spin so fast
They just can't stop
In Time

THIS OLD TOWN written by John Murdock@2008
John Murdock: Guitar and Vocals
John Kirk: Fiddle and Mandolin
Frank Stettner: Acoustic Bass
Linda Shrade: Harmony Vocals
David Kihputh: Harmony Vocals
Phil Spoor: Harmony Vocals

Rocking chair creaking
On a porch in a breeze
Father time sleeping
Under the trees
When the crickets stop crying
You will hear a sound
Of a soft wind sighing
For this old town

Walking this old town
Humming a tune
Watching the sun go down
West of the moon
Walking this old town
Where the falling stars
Are trying to wrap around
These old scars
Of this old town

The houses are dusty
And the lights they are few
The front gate is rusty
Where the roses once grew
When that north east wind blows
Not much can be found
The people we use to know
Have left this old town

Walking this old town
Humming a tune
Watching the sun go down
West of the moon
Walking this old town
Where the falling stars
Are trying to wrap around
These old scars
Of this old town

Somebody somewhere
Told me a tale
Of a town that slipped away
Leaving no trail
And if you carefully listen
You will hear the waves pound
And father time whispering
To this old town

Walking this old town
Humming a tune
Watching the sun go down
West of the moon
Walking this old town
Where the falling stars
Are trying to wrap around
These old scars
Of this old town

New songs not on this CD

SLIPPIN' BY written by John Murdock

The wind blew through the cracks of the window paine
In the house with no number or street name
We sat alone on the back steps
Below the old graveyard that nobody left
Wondering who was buried there
And why nobody seemed to care

Old men dressed in battle fatigues
Telling stories that crossed the leauges
Glued to the front of the fireplace
You could read the lines upon each face
Like branches creaking in the trees
On a cold northerly winter breeze

I feel days slippin' by
The old days are slippin' by
It doesn't really matter much
As long as I have you to touch
When those old days are slippin' by

The moon cast a light on my window sill
As it rose from the woods where time stood still
We listened to the wind in the meadow grass
Whispering a tune of days gone past
If you listened hard you could here a song
Of sailors singing before the dawn

I feel days slippin' by
The old days are slippin' by
When days get dark it helps me sleep
When I feel your breath upon my cheek
When those old days are slippin' by

The dust blew in from the old dirt lane
It covered the cracks in the window paine
We thought we knew every twist and turn
But some things I guess you never learn
When change comes it shades the past
But some things babe they always last

I feel days are slippin' by
The old days are slippin' by
When your with me out on that lonesome trail
I know our love will never fail
When those old days are slippin' by

DOWN THE WRONG TRACK written by John Murdock

Dancing around the room
Waltzing to old time tunes
Watching the rising moon
Reflect when you sigh
Deep in your eyes

Nobody told me
The deck is stacked
Somebody hold me
I don't want to go back
Down the wrong track

Wishing on falling stars
Tumbling from where you are
Wondering just how far
Beyond your gate
I'll have to wait

Nobody told me
The deck is stacked
Somebody hold me
I don't want to go back
Down the wrong track

I use to believe
When the sun hit the sea
That time stood still
And now I find
When I'm lagging behind
The sun still rises over the hill

Somewhere out in the night
Beyond the northern lights
I hold you close, so tight
The touch of your skin
Draws me in

Nobody told me
The deck is stacked
Somebody hold me
I don't want to go back
Down the wrong track


FEELIN' BORROWED, FEELIN' BLUE written by John Murdock

My baby sailed across the sea
In a ship she built from misery
For how long
Or where she's gone
Maybe France or Italy

I guess she's gone, yes it's true
Now I don't know what to do
If she's coming back again
I don't know when
Maybe in a year or two

I never knew
That a love so true
Can leave you feelin' kind of low
Feelin' borrowed, feelin' blue


She's gone away and now I hear
She gathered star light to her tears
That cast a light
In the dark of night
To scatter away all of her fears

I never knew
That a love so true
Can leave you feelin' kind of low
Feelin' borrowed, feelin' blue

She sailed away or so it seems
So I built a ship from moonlight beams
And set the sail
In a howling gale
Searching for her place of dreams

I never knew
That a love so true
Can leave you feelin' kind of low
Feelin' borrowed, feelin' blue


TAKE IT DAY TO DAY written by John Murdock

Two dollars gone and all I got is one more
And I don't even know what I'm saving it for
Believe me when I say
I take it Day to Day

One of these days I'm going to go to the moon
But I don't thik that day will be anytime soon
Belive me when I say
I take it Day to Day

My house is on fire
Come over here quick
well I know what to do
Bring marshmellows
And I'll put them on a stick
And I'll toast them up for you

One of these days I'm going to get it right
But I don't think that day will be at night
Believe me when I say
I take it Day to Day

My house is on fire
Come over here quick
Well I know what to do
Bring marshmellows
And I'll put them on a stick
And I'll toast them up for you

I didn't think things could get much worse
Then they found a black hole in the universe
Believe me when I say
I take it Day to Day








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