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1.
Amy Jean 03:03
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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Blood 02:38
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
3.
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 * 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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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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7.
Only You 02:29
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
8.
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
9.
Buccaneer 03:09
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
10.
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
11.
Sonnet 01:38
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
12.
Evil Grandma 02:04
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
13.
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
14.
I Got A Bone 06:24
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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released February 20, 2011

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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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