An unused 1994 song, pulled from the (latest) discovery of lost lyrics. Two takes here, a lower-tone first working take, followed by a somewhat more assured 'proper' version. Light and peace, Me 10 March 2024 'Portrait Of The Rest Of Your Life' - words and music by Paul Murphy © 1994, 2024 . . If you would like to buy my children a birthday card, many thanks - https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/DylEmTrust . . Big thanks to https://www.youtube.com/@wheezybaconrobloxmusic7505 . ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAD_EQ4M8UY

This is the first run-through of the first iteration, just after the song had been written, hence the slightly tentative performance. It was one of those songs that said, "I'll tell YOU when I'm finished - not vice versa", and the next day another 4 verses came flowing out. That's the trouble with memories - when one makes it out of the cellar of your soul, a whole lot more take the chance to escape at thesame time. Light and peace, Me 23.11.2023 'The Evil That You Do' - words & music by Paul Murphy © 2023 x - - - - - - - - - - - - x On a tertiary note, whilst here, if I may be so bold - I am uploading videos of my songs, my performances, my prose recitals, etc, to raise funds for my most amazing children, who get any donations when they reach 16. I have Progressive Palsy F-MND, and - well, and. There is no cure. If you have enjoyed this video, and would care to make a small donation for them, many sincere thanks and much gratitude, from both myself, and from them via myself; the link is https://paypal.me/DylEmTrust If you have listened and read this far, you have been extraordinarily kind with your precious time, and my sincere thanks for that. Waste not a second - I beg you. Paul M x - - - - Other arenas: https://www.ebay.co.uk/usr/audburn My Patreon is now back up [25.03.23], and it contains 'Vault' material that does not appear anywhere else. https://www.patreon.com/user?u=86744526 https://odysee.com/@PaulMurphy4Em+Dyl:9 Rumble: SomePaulMurphyForYou https://paypal.me/DylEmTrust - - - - - - 'Imagine there is a Heaven - and it is holding your children in your arms.' - me, 27 July 2023 - - - x - - - - - - x - - - ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KVk7Y7qzNXE

One day on from the writing, I still felt drawn to lay down some more versions of 'When The Angels Take Revenge', despite its length, despite my disability(ies), depsite the memories dragged up and out. This is take 2, of 5 [3 acoustic, 2 electric] recorded in 2 spells today. A few gremlins here - a false start, the odd fighter jet zooming by - but this take pretty much captures the essence of this particular song. Light and peace, Me 28 March 2024 'When The Angels Take Revenge' - words and music by Paul Murphy © 2024 . When The Angels Take Revenge I watched you lurking in the shadows Hurling hate at everyone who passed Blaming friends and strangers for your downfall Denying that it's you in the looking glass You started a stampede at the stable And bartered flesh that was not yours to sell You'd better start repenting whilst you're able The hordes upon your border won't be repelled The rumours started at your first baptism And have been three steps ahead of you ever since Whoever rolled snake-eyes took you home with them You pleaded self-defence, but none were convinced I saw you lying in the sympathy cellar A symphony of excuses playing on your tongue I was forewarned by your fortune teller But no-one told me the countdown had begun You looked far away when I first viewed you Perspective can be deceitful that way You claimed everyone you trusted has abused you The strangest opening line I heard anybody say Since that day, the hours have turned to seconds Of all you stole, the future hurts the most When it's you for whom the cloaked hand beckons Remember me and you'll see tomorrow's ghost A child told me, "Truth can be deceptive" His tears indicated how that had been learnt You decried him but your memory is selective I know what you are, and who you weren't Escaping prison does not lead to freedom You can't outrun yourself, try tho' you might You offered me your lips, but I don't need them Satan ofttimes sends his messengers dressed in white Ambiguity is your opening gambit While your kisses keep a marked card up their sleeve Each time you failed, you claimed that someone planned it Lies are always easier to believe The storm has brought many trees a-tumbling I don't foresee a clear sky any time soon Be careful where you stand, the walls are crumbling Some jaws will drop when they see inside your room You wear a wedding ring on every finger That must mean ten widows have been robbed Watching you leave is the only fond memory that lingers The one that haunts me is the children's sobs Some nights I can almost forgive you Recalling all you had to do, to survive But what you do today makes me want to outlive you I'm hoping that that mourning will arrive I wish I could breathe in some fresh air Down here it is putrid, damp and dank It would be nice to know somebody did care If I never meet them, I know who to thank It's a myth you find comfort in closure But still I'd like to taste it all the same I know who would revel in the exposure That's why you'll never hear me speak her name You turned up unannounced at the preacher's funeral Claiming to be his only next of kin Your brother told me you love creating turmoil They cast you out, but you always claw your way back in Who doesn't shudder, knowing you're approaching? Your voice is like the echo of a crypt Is there no plague your presence won't bring Is there no suffering you don't love to inflict? You plunder the souls of the innocent Humming hymns as you cast them to the void The threat of Hell was never a deterrent You keep its servants gainfully employed The foreman of the jury came in weeping You were exonerated of crimes you did commit You took the lambs away while they were sleeping A deed to this day you refuse to admit I can't remember when it was not raining Claustrophobia keeps tightening its grip Nine commandments down and one remaining This ain't the time to make a careless slip My mistake was looking for a motive People of your ilk just like to cause pain How long before the sleeping sentries of justice notice? How many more dreams must die in vain? Was it you I glimpsed thru' the bordello window? A dashing young fellow begging you for a dance I cried "Can't you hear that ominous wind blow?" "Get out of there now, while you've got the chance" Three days later, they fished him from the river Lipstick on his neck, and an empty purse There's something a night with you will always deliver Orphaned babes, and an engine-running hearse If only once more I could stand unaided And walk towards the flame 'neath a blue moon I'm one of many you've left feeling degraded Bereft of hope, and all our strength consumed I see the carpenter, awaiting Sighing, "Looks like it's that time again" I keep telling you it's pointless to go on hating The dead don't care if they're wearing lace or chains Fate won't wait to fit your agenda But your venom consumes your ability to see You built a ghost town from a city of splendour I pity you, y ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSwbhgF-AXI

The microphone is somewhat low, so the lyrics are below, as I know you'll want to sing them while you watch it snow. The words are hard to hear, the mic was acting queer, and I hadn't sung this in 40 years, so over to you my dears... 'Christmas Die' I hear that it's Christmas You're all hale and hearty Dressed up and bouffanted Have fun at your party Chorus: But someone's always dying at Christmas They're always starting a war, they're always starving the poor Someone's always dying at Christmas Merry Christmas, one and all That spinster is all alone But what do you care Getting it on with Santa dad In the cupboard beneath the stairs But someone's always dying at Christmas They're always starting a war, they're always starving the poor Someone's always dying at Christmas Merry Christmas, one and all Eat and drink 'til you're bursting And then start all ove again Ignore the millions thirsting The veteran sleeping in the rain Chorus 2 : But someone's always dying at Christmas They're always shooting the lame, they're always passing the blame Someone's always dying at Christmas From your lack of shame Is that a snowman a-glowing? Or a pensioner who's frozen to death? Come on now, eat up all that turkey There's still so much of it left And someone's always dying at Christmas They're always starting a war, they're always starving the poor Someone's always dying at Christmas Merry Christmas, one and all Merry Christmas, one and all 'Christmas Die' - words and music © Paul Murphy / 1982, renewed 2022 - - - - : : - - - Whilst here, THESE make WONDERFUL Christmas presents..... I have a series of books available from Amazon. I have been honoured to list the recitals and performances on my channel for free, and please share them with my blessing, but if you do decide to go to Amazon and purchase any of my comedy, or lyric/poetry, or my children's titles, thank you with my extreme and most sincere gratitude, because all royalties go into trust for my beautiful young children, Dylan and Emily Jade. Love and respect, Paul M - - - Books by Paul Murphy: Comedy: The Private Diary of Emily Jade Murphy (Aged 0) The Continuing Private Diary of Emily Jade Murphy (Aged 6 Months, & Counting) Don't Look Sideways - The Life & Times of Bob Wordsworth Jottings 1001 Ways To Cook An Aardvark Extremely Unlikely History of the World - Part One [978-1725718531] Extremely Unlikely History of the World - Part Two Extremely Unlikely History of the United Kingdom Eric Wobble Finds A Time Machine The Fabbles: The So-Low Years A Christmas Carol (No, Not That One, A Different One) [979-8702679778] Lyrics/Poetry: Songs Without Music Journeys... Poems, Lyrics & Reflections Stories That Rhyme Poems For My Children Maybe Tomorrow Poems From An Empty Wishing Well Tombstones One More Rainbow, Before The Lights Go Out Maybe Tomorrow... Maybe Next Year (A Love Story) Love, Love, [Deluxe Expanded hardcover] Prairie Winds (antholgy) Prairie Winds (complete prose-poem) Bitter Realities Any Last Words Lost And found Children's Titles: Emily's Magic Unicorn Emily and Bill... And The Stormy Day Emily and Bill... Meet Dylan Emily and Bill... Meet Pirate Pete Emily and Bill... Meet Betty the Yeti Emily and Bill... Meet Santa (and Rudolph!) Emily's Magic Dragon The Emily and Bill Anthology What Did You See At The Zoo Today? The Amazing Smeller-Man (by Dylan Murphy and Paul Murphy) ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSnpxudMagc