{ "item_title" : "Doorways", "item_author" : [" Paul Murphy "], "item_description" : "Doorways: January 2025 An anthology of all the - and, sadly, the final - song lyrics written by Irish singer-songwriter Paul Murphy during January 2025. Written as his 10-year battle with a neuro-degenerative condition came to its inevitable conclusion, in the space of those 31 days an amazing 39 songs were composed, as powerful, strident and emotive as any in his 40-year catalogue: societal excoriations such as 'Those Who In Hell's Name' and 'The System'; narrative playlets, such as Internet hits 'No Free Rides' and 'Cellar-Door Blues'; touching ballads for his children, 'Beautiful You' and 'My Children'; geo-political observations in 'Peace...' and the Trump election reflection 'The Torch Is Out'. Also here are 'Damn It All', a heart-rending rail against the disease which beat him, the health system that misdiagnosed and then refused to treat him, and the family and friends who disowned him, and the epic, 63-verse morality tale, 'Avenues Just Left'. Along with the songs are two touching birthday poems that he wrote to his young children during this time, and Paul additionally composed an essay, 'Beginnings & Gates', on the songs presented here and their backstories.Accompanying the printed lyrics are copies of many of the original handwritten lyrics, and artworks and drop-cards for some of the Internet performances of the songs. A final collection of storytelling prose-work from a master of the genre. From 'The Torch Is Out' They're lining up to pull things downDriving equality into the groundIf you're different, there's the doorNo safety for your kind any more We'll tell you who you can loveExecutive orders from the lord aboveHow you're born is how you'll stayWe're taking all your choices away Don't try to hide behind the AmendmentYou're an already-guilty defendantChange your eyes and change your skinOr out you go, and so do your kin Churches won't bring sanctuaryYou're too few, we're too manyWe say which Commandments applyNone at all, so it's 'Goodbye' Give your children one last kissAdd their name to the 'Despatch' listWe don't care where they were bornWe just want them gone, gone, gone From 'Midnight's Comin'' Fire's gettin' lowWind's pickin' upBetter check the windows are all shutThere's a warning siren, piercing the nightGrab what you value, and clutch it tight River's burst its banksWater's flowin' freeNot a road unsubmerged as far as you can seeChurch bell ringin' 'I Told You So''Don't Start Repentin' Now, The Lord Don't Want To Know' Lamps are bein' litPsalms bein' saidFeels like the world is hangin' by a threadThere's smoke comin' off of the Hollywood SignPresident says Don't worry - everything's fine Which wire to cutRed, white or blueYour fingers are tremblin', and so are youYour children are frightened, they're startin' to cryAnd momma doesn't know any lullabies From 'My Children'Dylan and Emily, wherever you're toJust want you to know that I'm thinking of youYou're always in my heartYou're always in my thoughtsMay the dealing hand of fate never sell you short", "item_img_path" : "https://covers1.booksamillion.com/covers/bam/9/79/830/782/9798307828588_b.jpg", "price_data" : { "retail_price" : "11.18", "online_price" : "11.18", "our_price" : "11.18", "club_price" : "11.18", "savings_pct" : "0", "savings_amt" : "0.00", "club_savings_pct" : "0", "club_savings_amt" : "0.00", "discount_pct" : "10", "store_price" : "" } }

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