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Life's Too Long

by Cutting Room Floor

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there she is again, in the shop window looking at me like i’m her boy here i go again, crazy but i know she could bend a finger, i’m her toy i don’t get it tell me what the fuss is about she’s only beautiful dream about it she won’t even look your way she’s only beautiful find her every day, loved by the camera a face like that will open doors what’s she got to say? a face is a fortune that says “take me i’m yours” i don’t get it tell me what the fuss is about she’s only beautiful dream about it she won’t even look your way she’s only beautiful she’s laughing in the sun, hey what do i know? for money like that i’d be laughing too put me on a stage, point me at the camera i’ll sell swimwear, show me what to do i don’t get it tell me what the fuss is about she’s only beautiful dream about it she won’t even look your way she’s only beautiful
2.
i fell in love in standard one two times nothing equals none standard two, my love is true half my marbles i will give to you well well well well well well three holes in the ground the first time i ate candyfloss, standard three subtraction, sweet trickery standard four, now what do i lack? i got the half me marbles back well well well well well well three holes in the ground i’m not gonna tell y’bout five & six geography & other kinds of kicks notes & kisses all passed me by where’s that little girl i left behind? well well well well well well three holes in the ground third form, fourth form, forgotten what i did who shot jesus christ? it was billy the kid i long jumped the fifth & i high jumped the sixth & i left that school with a bag full of tricks well well well well well well three holes in the ground
3.
pull in the driveway with the engine off don’t want to wake you so i’m treading soft but the lock on the door has never seemed so loud & every shadow appears to frown i look in the mirror as i brush my teeth any fool could see what’s underneath this face i wear for you take off my clothes & i crawl into bed lie down beside you & you turn your head those eyes i loved i can no longer see i can’t answer what they ask of me you didn’t know me, that’s for real there is always a way out of a deal any old excuse will do don’t make me tell you where i’ve been turn around, go back to sleep again don’t make me tell you things you know are untrue don’t make me lie to you well i’m alone & i’m feeling scared i can’t sleep i get out of bed turn the tv on with the volume low & think of her in the flickering glow i see her smile when i close my eyes feel so lonesome & i wonder why i can’t confess to you don’t make me tell you where i’ve been turn around, go back to sleep again don’t make me tell you things you know are untrue don’t make me lie to you
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Staying Alive (free) 04:27
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now, my friend julia says we choose our lives & we choose our parents like we choose our knives & forks & spoons and i say that's all very well for you but i can barely read the newspaper while she consults the runes try to fight a war with someone you once loved who's holding all the aces no matter what you choose you find your muse in the strangest places i was searching for exactly the right deity to worship i tried practicing safe sex although it never made me perfect i thought about the saxophone, i'd be content with that i tried the banjo but all it did was terrify the cat i was cheering the wrong team depending on the old familiar faces you win some, lose some, find your muse in the strangest places i was searching under rocks & stones & dead leaves in the park i turned to nietzsche, vodka, remington & whistling in the dark i thought i had a handle on what socrates had said i had to face it, that after all he's male & white & dead i was waiting for the angel of the lord to fly down from ablove & grace us you win some, lose some, find your muse in the strangest places
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standing on the greenhithe bridge a man & rod to catch a fish his wife is with a guy named john who’d like her to fill out his form & as they walk through every room & though a kiss is sometimes a yawn the plot is as old as the hills he hooks his fingers in the gills don’t look now, two thunder clouds talking to themselves in tongues of light hear what they say “the whole world is flat as a pancake, featureless we are the mummies who walk today & personally i want to say i hate the sun because it shines on everyone & by the way..” mercury & sodium if i could get my hands on some the way is now, the time is low hi ho it’s off to work we go mirror mirror on the wall please tell me who you’re working for it’s only that i want to be with you somehow i’ve changed, it’s the full moon it’s closer than we ever thought it likes to spill across the floor & don’t you look at me like that or i’ll take you off the wall mrs witch & mr broom ms spermicide & mr groom mr fix themselves, how are your kids? i think i’ll try some annelids
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Moses Moses 04:16
on a page in a room floating in the air although the words don’t seem to be going anywhere with arms outstretched & fingers splayed that wasn’t what i wanted to say it’s half a sin to look at you sins are windows for looking through cherubs hover round your knee that’s true words are like leaves falling to the ground then again i could be wrong when i lie in this field where i belong in a street in a town underneath the scribbled knoll evening comes around black as coal it’s ten to seven, same as on earth same scribe, same ink, same newspaper in the dark of the night creeping around people’s homes on our hands and knees so the theory goes we’re creeping to another day only time will make us strong though we lie in this field where we belong moses, moses, arms outstretched & fingers splayed shhh, the marionettes can hear us play words are like leaves falling to the ground then again i could be wrong as i lie in this field where i belong
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they say two heads are better than one i guess this old ugly one is better than none i took some time to think it through cos i thought i wanted to get a tattoo & now i know exactly what to do i want three heads, yes i do i want three heads i want three heads i want three heads one to do the talking two to put the fork in three to do the kissing with you i got the yellow pages, went to make a list of what comes under mad scientist i made a call on doctor wu i said i want three heads, what can you do? i want three heads i want three heads i want three heads one to do the talking two to put the fork in three to do the kissing with you doc said you want 'em human, you wouldn't like a dog? you take your colour from this catalogue i said you might as well go to town & make one white, one black & one brown i want three heads i want three heads i want three heads one to do the talking two to put the fork in three to do the kissing with you i had a dream like never before i knocked upon your parents door your mother nearly dropped down dead your dad said nice guy but he's got three heads i want three heads i want three heads i want three heads one to do the talking two to put the fork in three to do the kissing with you
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i was going to turn the light on but more than the globe has blown i can hear you breathing in the darkness & the rain & both of us are lying here alone you threw away your old love letters i wonder if you read them through three years of his memory hit the dustbin & the ink is turning the potato peelings blue one day you'll awaken the corridors are full of broken stars trying to find a dream but they'll settle for a reason not to blow the candle out right now i was going to cross the border just to say i'd seen the sights but jupiter's casino looks like tutankhamen's tomb tethered to the ground by christmas lights i didn't see your face for ages when we pulled out of the dolphin prison park & you wrote our initials in the window in the steam they melted down together in the dark one day you'll awaken the corridors are full of broken stars trying to find a dream but they'll settle for a reason not to blow the candle out right now i've still got my faith it's tattered & it's torn i'm a little optimistic you're a little bit careworn she's got him in a bottle she's got him in a dream jesus had the devil blondes have morphine
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there's an angel at my turntable & the devil on my cd i will speak to you when i'm able to rationalise our misery all the traces of our past footsteps will be driven by the snow if my shoes arrive on your doorstep they had nowhere else to go samuel johnson warned me my existence is less to be enjoyed than be endured you're my beautiful & dangerous disease & i don't want to be cured glory glory hell it's hot in here someone loosen off his tie we've got some serious bad games to play & some little things to do before we die all god's angels will be heartbroken they stand in line & wait their turn all their options are left wide open they can crash or they can burn samuel johnson warned me my existence is less to be enjoyed than be endured you're my beautiful & dangerous disease & i don't want to be cured i can keep your ghost at arms distance by flicking over to the news all these scenes of grief & royal torture are all that's keeping me amused we are weeds that grow in god's garden he uproots us one by one a vain attempt to stop us strangling the roses & who are we to end his fun? samuel johnson warned me my existence is less to be enjoyed than be endured you're my beautiful & dangerous disease & i don't want to be cured
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king country cities don’t have no people just a couple of houses stuck by the river telephone poles down the main trunk line king country motto is one hole at a time there’s frost on the windows & moss on the branches & mud in the river & a pub if you’re lucky they serve you beer but it sure looks muddy step outside, you can’t see cos it’s so foggy they say it won’t lift until half past three that’s why there are no cities in the king country king country cat by the railroad track with nothing in his pocket but what’s in his sack? with two hazel eyes & a woolly coat for winter fencing pliers just to pull out a splinter he knows the way up to the top of the fog where it looks just like the sea to the shepherd & his dog who’s fixing up his brand new four wheel drive submarine just in case he needs to go down buy tobacco & tea well i bet you can’t imagine how he looks without his hat but nothing’s too easy for a king country cat
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Hunterville 03:27
henry smith’s my name to you a hand on the wheel, elbow on the sill you probably wonder what i do in hunterville i packed up my van & i headed south four thousand five hundred & ninety one to nil she beat me, she broke me & sent me away to hunterville my wife is gone, she’ll never come back cops & the barman must all think i’m ill backwards & forwards i can’t get out of hunterville i wish i could touch her & hold her now i wish i was married to her still & she could be with me sitting here in hunterville thoughts going round & round in my head i wish they would stop but i don’t think they will & just like a gypsy i camp on the edge of hunterville in the telephone booth the phone there is ringing chess pieces shuffle, if you’re not looking they will is there no one here going to take that call in hunterville?
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this is the worst day i've ever had i want to fuck my mother & i want to kill my dad i want to eat my sister & sodomise the dog i'm gonna stab my brother soon as he gets off the bog freud would have a field day freud would have a field day if he could see the things that bounce around inside my head freud would have a field day freud would have a field day if that old fart was still alive i'd make him wish that he was dead you are the worst case i've ever seen i'd say that you're a moron but i don't like to be mean i've been dreaming of things to do to you that usually involve a spot of surgery or two freud would have a field day freud would have a field day if he could see the things that bounce around inside my head freud would have a field day freud would have a field day if that old fart was still alive i'd make him wish that he was dead i've got a drawer full of snakes in my room i want to draw the blinds & go right back to the womb there must be a reason i done what i did here comes the ego, there goes the id freud would have a field day freud would have a field day if he could see the things that bounce around inside my head freud would have a field day freud would have a field day if that old fart was still alive i'd make him wish that he was dead

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released February 21, 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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