1. |
Amy Jean
03:03
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amy jean, amy jean
coat and tie if i die
& if the birds would sing
& i could win her heart
she’s a country girl
with a mind of her own
so hard to win
oh say you will
ring a bell, ring a bell
will you marry me?
i’m in love with you
amy jean, amy jean
oh amy jean
raise a boat in the air
cast your feet on the shore
let the big old river roll by
be my wedding girl
oh amy jean
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2. |
Blood
02:38
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blood is thicker than water
but it's not as thick as mud
if you throw enough of it
some of it will stay
but you can cover everything with blood
faith is stronger than reason
but subject to decay
you can prop it up with parts
of other people's souls
or you can cover everything with blood
trust is open to question
& a danger to betray
it's there to use or be abused
& when it slips away
you can cover everything with blood
blood will not be open to reason
or an invitation to stay
blood will take a dim view of treason
hold your breath till you turn blue
it will not go away
truth is stranger than friction
but it often brings the same
you can fight or you can run
or just get swept along
or you can cover everything with blood
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3. |
Dead To Get To Heaven
02:09
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you gotta be dead to get to heaven
you gotta be six foot underground
you gotta be rotten & smellin
you got to not be around
you gotta have slaters up your nostrils
& those bacterias be turning you into slush
when you're just a heap of pollution
it's then you'll find the kingdom of god
so come all you brothers & sisters with me
& all you little children too
so come on & die & you will see
that jesus will do it for you
don't think that i'm a pessimist
cos that would be a lie
just read the bible
& jesus will teach you to die
you gotta be dead to get to heaven
you gotta be six foot underground
you gotta be rotten & smellin
you got to not be around
you gotta have slaters up your nostrils
& those bacterias be turning you into sod
when you're just a heap of pollution
it's then you'll find the kingdom of god
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i had a dream & then i woke up
& i was ugly
i thought about the things you said to me
for a long time cos they were ugly
i wanted to have your baby but you told me "no"
you said it would be ugly
i died & went to heaven & i met my creator
& he said "man, you're ugly"
but i'm made in your image, & you're infallible
so how can i be ugly?
he said "there's one thing you should know
about the truth, boy, it's ugly"
i'm ugly
i'm ugly
i'm ugly
but that's alright
because you're ugly too
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does anybody here have something they feel they might like to share with the group?
share with the group
share with the group
share with the group
share with the group
once upon a time there was a little boy
he was his momma's pride & joy
he trusted the leader of his whole scout troop
now it looks like he's got to share with the group
share with the group - i been hopin'
share with the group - we could get it out in the open
if you believe in trust & the truth
i think y'done gonna gotta share with the group
once upon a time there was a little girl
she was a vision & a light of the world
she was a beauty, she was a honey
she fucked them all up to get her hands on their money
share with the group - i been hopin'
share with the group - we could get it out in the open
if you believe in trust & the truth
i think y'done gonna gotta share with the group
in the beginning there was a word
the very first thing that ever was heard
god only made one, then he had to make a troupe
so when they got in trouble they could share with the group
share with the group - i been hopin'
share with the group - we could get it out in the open
if you believe in trust & the truth
i think y'done gonna gotta share with the group
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5. |
Diary Of A Heartless Man
02:59
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he was only seventeen, sitting at the table
writing out poetry fast as he was able
she looked around the dining room, said her name was rachel
he looked up with half a smile, said “i’ll write you in my fable”
oh de oh de oh how the words they ran
oh de oh de oh from the diary of a heartless man
they hitched up to auckland city, a playground in spring
he chased her round the flower bed, caught her at the swing
by the time that they got home they couldn’t live apart
he gave her a starry night, she gave him her heart
oh de oh de oh how the words they ran
oh de oh de oh from the diary of a heartless man
then one day he crashed his bike & broke his leg in two
before she left his side she asked “is there something i can do?”
well he asked for his diary from the drawer in their room
before she brought it back to him she read a page or two
oh de oh de oh how the words they ran
oh de oh de oh from the diary of a heartless man
well love is blind, love is deaf, love is downright dumb
she stormed around the dining room & cursed that two-time bum
she’d never fallen in love before, she’ll never fall again
poets you can count her out, she’ll take her pick of men
oh de oh de oh how the words they ran
oh de oh de oh from the diary of a heartless man
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6. |
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02:09
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7. |
Only You
02:29
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only you bring me joy, only you
only you bring me joy, only you
only you bring me joy & you know that i'm your boy
only you bring me joy, only you
well i'm travelling from town to town
i'm travelling from town to town
i'm travelling around & you're the best i've found
only you bring me joy, only you
nothing in this world makes me scared
nothing in this world makes me scared
no, nothing makes me scared, i must be mad in my head
only you bring me joy, only you
i love to see that morning light
i love to see that morning light
i love to see that light with you right by my side
only you bring me joy, only you
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8. |
Too Much Swearing
04:05
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there's too much fucking swearing in this song
there's too much fucking swearing in this song
there's too much fucking swearing, too much fucking swearing
there's too much fucking swearing in this song
well i always called a spade a spade
used the words they made me use in school
where mum would drag me by the arm
when i wrote a song on a toy guitar
convinced that i could be a star
i used the words that dad used on the farm
now i took my song to school one day
the teacher invited me up to play
before the class, it didn't last too long
well, some kids laughed & one kid cried
& the teacher pulled me aside & said
there's too much fucking swearing in that song
there's too much fucking swearing in that song
there's too much fucking swearing in that song
well you said shit & that was ok but you went too far the other way
there's too much fucking swearing in that song
so i played at fetes & in chicken coops
& joined all the usual religious groups
or anywhere that girls were found in throngs
when i pulled my guitar out to play
my mother drove them all away
cos there's too much fucking swearing in his songs
so i ran away to a life at sea
the navy seemed the place for me
but they pulled a guitar out there before too long
with singing shanties i soon got bored
had the sailors jumping overboard
cos there's too much fucking swearing in his song
there's too much fucking swearing in this song
there's too much fucking swearing in this song
well you said shit & that was ok but you went too far the other way
there's too much fucking swearing in this song
so i went to LA cos i wanted to rap
& round i turned my baseball cap
seemed as good a place as any to lose my mind
& i threw my guitar in a hired car
& i drove to the head of a&r
of the biggest record company i could find
took him thirteen weeks to call me at home
i think there was something wrong with his phone
but his secretary fixed it which was nice
she said "we can squeeze you in around three"
i said "that sounds just fine by me"
& i was there before you could say "who's vanilla ice?"
he said "well, you're white & that's no good
cos you stand there like a piece of wood
& you wouldn't know black rhythm if it bit ya
& you couldn't scare a buttercup
but maybe if you listen up
my boot won't be the last thing that'll hit ya
y'see kids today want something mean
something hard, something obscene
something, anything their folks can hate
so i pick up their rebellion neat
& polish it with dirt from the street
& serve it back in a jewel case for a plate
not bad for a lower eastside jew
if they swallow that they'll swallow you
i think i know exactly where you went wrong"
then he said "i've got it, you'll go far
we'll name you after a chocolate bar
but you need more fucking swearing in your songs"
you need more fucking swearing in your songs
you need more fucking swearing in your songs
well you said shit but fuck me dead
that was fucking all you fucking said
you need more fucking swearing in your songs
by now there's too much fucking swearing in this song
there's too much fucking swearing in this song
well you said shit & that was ok but you went too far the other way
there's too much fucking swearing in this song
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9. |
Buccaneer
03:09
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no fire in my kitchen
no kitchen you see
but i fry up & boil for
my pleasure & me
my bed has no trestle
my trestle no bed
but no man i know rests
a happier head
my house has no door
my door has no house
& always my sweetheart
she comes & she goes
my cellar is high
my barn it is deep
all topsy & turvy
i lay down to sleep
& sharpish awaking
i’m off at a pace
at no place i’m stopping
my stopping’s no place
my house has no door
my door has no house
& always my sweetheart
she comes & she goes
it’s over the gate
higher than noon
jumping a thistle
whistling a tune
i’m making it up
i can’t tell a lie
hands on the ground
& my shoes in the sky
my house has no door
my door has no house
& always my sweetheart
she comes & she goes
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10. |
Midas In Reverse
03:09
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i'm his highness' dog IQ
pray tell me sir, whose dog are you?
if i see another stranger following you home
& it looks like he's giving you the bone
when he got bored scratching fleas
he up & started barking at me
but i can see what's underneath
your mangy hound, he aint got no teeth
just when you think it couldn't be worse
follow your story chapter & verse
you think it's a blessing but it's actually a curse
everything you touch is like king midas in reverse
when you don't know any other song
you think everybody else is wrong
if you're less than a picture of perfect health
thom yorke was right, you do it to yourself
just when you think it couldn't be worse
follow your story chapter & verse
you think it's a blessing but it's actually a curse
everything you touch is like king midas in reverse
all that barking done made me yawn
if he tries to dump on my front lawn
if i catch him in my pumpkin patch
you can talk to the blanket, go fetch a cap in the ass
just when you think it couldn't be worse
follow your story chapter & verse
you think it's a blessing but it's actually a curse
everything you touch is like king midas in reverse
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11. |
Sonnet
01:38
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you get more beautiful
& i get more ugly
there’s something about you
making me hungry
beside the kitchen door
hanging on a little thing
you will find the keys
to open the car
& on the dash there’s a pen
& maybe a serviette
bring it on back to bed
& write me a sonnet
& i get more beautiful
& you get more ugly
squashing the hedgehog
being objective
at which what is an expert?
can you buy it with money?
is it subtle or obvious?
can it move mountains?
well sometimes i hear it
& sometimes i don’t
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12. |
Evil Grandma
02:04
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here comes evil grandma she is mutton dressed as lamb
here comes evil grandma all done up like a christmas ham
here comes evil grandma with her big old toothy grin
here comes evil grandma with her kiddies in the bin
here comes evil grandma with a bullet for a face
here comes evil grandma she is stinking out the place
here comes evil grandma with her wrinkled leather skin
here comes evil grandma with her heart as black as sin
here comes evil grandma down the middle of the road
here comes evil grandma she is sucking on a toad
here comes evil grandma she has just come from the gym
here comes evil grandma she has muscles just like him
here comes evil grandma she has got a big tattoo
here comes evil grandma she has got her eyes on you
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13. |
Man Of The Sea
03:54
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oh eight legged octopus teach me to dance
teach me to drink the ink of your glance
teach me to waltz beneath sweet scented pines
teach me to laugh as the sun declines
she was a gypsy & i was a fool
she led me down to a cave by a pool
no words did we utter but spoke with our eyes
& sang with our bodies sweet lullabies
man of the sea
stay with me
in this moment for
evermore
a fool & a coward, i’ll never say no
the bustling shores i’ll never know
telling myself that i’m careless & free
a husband to her i’ll always be
man of the sea
stay with me
in this moment for
evermore
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14. |
I Got A Bone
06:24
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well, i aint got a pillow & i aint got a bed
aint got a clue where i'm gonna lay my head
aint got a hearth & i aint got a home
i aint got a notion where i aint gonna roam
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
aint got a hammer & i aint got a nail
aint got a bucket & i aint got a pail
aint got a baby & i aint got a kid
aint got a clue why you done what you did
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
aint got a washer & i aint got a stove
i aint got a lot of shit to call my own
wouldn't mind saying that i aint got a care
but i aint got a handle on it, aint got a prayer
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
you weren't there next to me whe i woke up
you weren't there for coffee when i brought you a cup
you weren't near any place i looked today
oh my lord, how i wish you'd go away
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
well i got two legs & i use 'em to walk
i got one mouth & i use it to talk
i got two eyes & i use 'em to see
but i can't see the reason why you done 'cha did to me
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
well we both sat down to a mighty good feed
we both had a hunger, we both had a need
i went to get the ketchup down off the shelf
you done picked the carcass clean by yourself
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
i got a bone, a bone, a bone to pick with you
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Cutting Room Floor New Zealand
Cutting Room Floor was: Tim Heraud (vocals/guitars/harp/ triangle), Dorland Bray (vocals/guitars/bass/drums), Harmen Hielkema (tea-chest bass), Rob Hielkema (drums).
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