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She's Only Beautiful
04:57
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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
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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
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3. |
Don't Make Me Lie To You
04:03
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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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5. |
Find Your Muse
02:27
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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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Greenhithe Bridge
04:19
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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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7. |
Moses Moses
04:16
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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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8. |
I Want Three Heads
02:44
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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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Blondes Have Morphine
03:10
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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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I Don't Want To Be Cured
03:04
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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 Cat
03:27
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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
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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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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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