1. |
The Scientific Mind
04:06
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Dear Eliza
My office is too small
They stuck me down here
at the end of a long grey hall
The carpet reeks
I can hear the rats in the wall
There’s no view, in fact
No windows at all
But who needs all that?
Surely not, surely not I
Dear Eliza
My worst fears are confirmed
My peers are as dull as ball lint
And their theories are absurd
Yet it seems as if careers can simply be made
By those who are so inclined to shake hands
and play the game
But who needs all that?
Surely not, surely not I
But who needs all that?
Surely not the scientific mind
Yesterday, I called Jerry a prick
He told me I was sick
And a waste of space
So I showed him the taste of a first class fist
And before they could sack me, I quit
But who needs all that?
Surely not, surely not I
But who needs all that?
Surely not the scientific mind
Dear Eliza
No progress is made without its critics
No visionary is without their cynics
And I have theories of my own
I’ve made discoveries as yet unknown
To the scientific mind!
Dear Eliza
I haven’t heard from you in a while
I think I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing track of time
I fear that my name will not be etched
In gold upon a marble arch
Or even scratched onto the door
At the end of a long grey hall
I haven’t heard from you in a while
I think I’m losing, I’m losing, I’m losing my mind
Surely not, surely not I!
Who needs all that?
Surely not the scientific mind
Who needs all that?
Surely not, surely not I!
Who needs all that?
Surely not the scientific mind
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2. |
Bury the Hatchet
03:32
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The air was stale
I was thin and pale
As I wheezed the words of my last breath
Though death was near
I was crystal clear
I said, mark my words, this is not the end
The town was terrified
as I closed my eyes
they knew they had done me wrong
For there’s a weight in the chest
Though they might try their best
They’ll never get it gone
Bury it down, deep deep down
Go bury the hatchet
Bury it down, deep in the ground
Go bury the hatchet somewhere else
I can hear my baby crying
his temperature was rising
Oh I could feel them burning to keep the village pure
There was fever in his blood
When they drowned him in the mud
And buried deep what they could not endure
Bury it down, deep deep down
Go bury the hatchet
Bury it down, deep in the ground
Go bury the hatchet somewhere else
The wind is howling with a sound like shouting
so loud it reaches the deaf
And brings a heat so hot that it melts the crop
and truly angers the dead
Bury it down, deep deep down
Go bury the hatchet
Bury it down, deep in the ground
Go bury the hatchet somewhere else
Bury it down (make sure to hide it)
Go bury the hatchet
Bury it down (where they’ll never find it)
Go bury the hatchet somewhere else
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3. |
Setting the Sail
03:50
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We’ll be setting the sail for Taipan
If the sun ever gets out of bed
But the liquor of light is an indigo leak
The wind is as cold as a witch’s tit
And it’s whipping the dogs into a frothing fit
We all want to know
Which way will the wind blow?
We’ll be setting the sail for Taipan
If the bandages come off soon
But a yellow has set in around Billy’s lips
And I swear that I can smell his wound
We all want to know
Which way will the wind blow?
Coz the minnows are all swimming south
Which is a most peculiar show
Which way will it blow?
In a moment we’ll cast off of this coast
Before the fisher boys haul in their nets
Before they’re throwing their fists
In repayment of debts
Winning women but losing bets
We’re all out here winning some and losing the rest
We all want to know
Which way will the wind blow?
We all want to know
Which way will it blow?
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4. |
I Hate Everyone
04:16
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You started a sentence
that begins with the words “I hate”
Then took a troubled breath
And made me wait
Coz you don’t seem to notice
Or maybe you don’t care
That I cannot breath with those words
Just hanging
You started a sentence
Where does it lead?
I’m trapped inside this moment
Waiting to bleed out
Then suddenly you see
The state that you put me in
And pull me in like a loose balloon
To start your sentence again
It’s a sentence that begins
In the same casual way
With a whisper from your lips
Shaped in the words “I hate”
But this time you add something new
When you say, “I hate”
You say I hate everyone, but you
You say I hate everyone, but you
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1
I used to be a teacher in a sweet little town
Where everybody knew each other’s interests
you couldn’t grab a drink or wash your hands in the sink
Without your fingers getting wet in someone else’s business
It was nice, and infuriating
Ahyahyah ayayay
They’re all keeping secrets hidden away
2
I taught the kiddies at the local school
I wouldn’t call myself overly strict
But sometimes the best type of education
Is a sting on the knuckles with the sharp end of a stick
Oh there’s always some parent complaining
Ahyahyah ayayay
They’re all keeping secrets hidden away
3
Willy Rose was in my class, he was quiet and pale
The other kids would tease him, pretend to be kind just to be cruel
And right after that they would sneer behind his back
You’d never believe what little horrors were at this school
And the devious plans they were always making
Ahyahyah ayayay
Children keep their secrets hidden away
4
Little Stacey, Stacey Gables
With curly blonde locks atop her head
She put a shiny copper thumb tack right on Willy’s seat
And laughed so hard that her body went all red
It was mean enough to deserve retaliating
Ahyahyah ayayay
They’re all keeping secrets stuffed away
5
But I don’t think anybody saw what was coming next
It was just so orderly in this corner of the world
But little Stacey Gables turned up dead in the stables
she had choked on a chunk of her own golden curls
Her body all blue and beyond resuscitating
Ahyahyah ayayay
They’re all keeping secrets hidden away
6
And Lionel Cobbett, a vile little hobbit
I saw him stuff the dead squirrel into Willy’s locker, I must confess
It stayed there all week until the whole building wreaked
And poor Willy Rose had to clean up the mess
No one could blame Willy for hating him
Ahyahyah ayayay
They’re all keeping secrets locked away
7
Then Lionel Cobbett went missing for a week
He was finally found resting down by the lake
He looked so peaceful sitting up in the branches of a tree
But the squirrels had nibbled out the eyes from his face
That’s when suspicions began circulating
Ahyahyah ayayay
They’re all keeping secrets whispered away
8
Yes Willy Rose was conveniently absent
When Gershwin and Keith were found frozen
floating beneath the wrong side of the ice
That night a party started to bring Willy Rose in
The police found Willy about to burn my house down
Ahyahyah ayayay
That kid had a secret he had to let out
9
The cops rushed in and stopped the flames erupting
Everyone thought that was the end of the case, until
they saw a curly lock of blonde hair on my floor
And took a look around down inside my basement
They found quite a lot of stuff coagulating
Ahyahyah ayayay
We all keep our secrets buried away
10
Little Willy Rose was as innocent as a peach
He must have seen me cleaning up down by the lake
It was me all along, and I know you think it’s wrong
But children are honestly just the worst
And there’s literally billions of them on the earth
A few less in Mad River shouldn’t really hurt
Ahyahyah ayayay
A few more little secrets tucked away
11
The food in here is bland, but I don’t make it so that’s grand
It’s swell to sit in a cell in silence alone
If I’m being honest with you, which I can’t help but do
I feel a lot better in a class all of my own
They tell me that I’m beyond rehabilitating
I think that’s okay, I enjoy the medicating
When they locked the me in the cell, I didn’t need persuading
No more little ratbags disobeying
I find the lack of stimulation liberating
If I never see a kid again, I’ll keep celebrating
Ahyahyah ayayay
We all keep our secrets
Ahyahyah ayayay
We all keep our secrets
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6. |
Hallelujah on the Shore
03:37
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I sit alone in a low-lit room
Wondering what the hell I’m meant to do
With these useless thoughts
Because the distance feels too wide
On an endless rolling tide
That brings my hallelujah washed up on the shore
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah on the shore
I’m cashing in, gonna stash canned goods
And hunker down in the deep of the woods
wait it out here away from the storm
I’ll forever close my eyes
Because I’d rather be blind
Than see my hallelujah washed up on the shore
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah on the shore
Can you see the flicker of your god
getting thinner inside each word
when your hallelujah comes
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah on the shore
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah on the shore
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7. |
The Money I Gave to You
02:20
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What did you do with the money I gave to you?
I’m going to want it back pretty soon
But you’re still smiling like boxer after a fight
Like a crocodile about to bite
You’re draggin your shadow through the dirty streets
Flashing your teeth like a midday show
You huff and puff and blow and you don’t seem to know that
Most of your friends have had enough
You can’t go and fuck it all up
And then pretend like everything’s okay
You can’t just swing like a wrecking ball
Then try to make amends
Believing that your world won’t break
Your tryin to find the words to say you’re sorry
But a word does not apology make
My sympathy is ending
My patience is bending out of shape
Whatever stops bending breaks
You can’t go and fuck it all up
And then pretend like everything’s okay
You can’t just swing like a wrecking ball
Then try to make amends
Believing that your world won’t break
So what did you do with the money I gave to you?
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8. |
Solid Ground
03:43
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When the night
comes washing in
I will keep the light
I will help you swim
When the tidal waves
come crashing down
I will be your solid ground
If you ask me to hold you, hold you up
I will hold you til my arms grow sore
Ask me to hold you, hold you up,
Well I will, but I will not tell you you won’t fall
Coz we all have to fall
If the demons
Call your name
While you’re sleeping
I will run them away
Whenever you’re feeling
Like you’re coming down
I will be your solid ground
If you ask me to hold you, hold you up
I will hold you til my arms grow sore
Ask me to hold you, hold you up,
Well I will, but I will not tell you you won’t fall
Coz we all have to fall
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9. |
Never No More
04:39
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I ain’t never
I ain’t never no more
I ain’t never no more gonna think bad thoughts
Coz I need to pocket the blessings of my sweet Lord
I spat in the cracks
Lied through my teeth
Til it was hard to breathe
But you better believe
That I covered my tracks
I ain’t never
I ain’t never no more
I ain’t never no more gonna think bad thoughts
Coz I need to pocket the blessings of my sweet Lord
I’m down on my luck
So I’m down on my knees
I got no one to blame
And there ain’t no shame
In getting what you need, I swear
I ain’t never
I ain’t never no more
I ain’t never no more gonna think bad thoughts
Coz I need to pocket the blessings of my sweet Lord
I’m going weak in the legs my knees are….shaking
I got a mind filling with ghosts who are...waking
And I know that I been stranger to...praying
But I swear that I’ve been changed
I ain’t never
I ain’t never no more
I ain’t never no more gonna think bad thoughts
Coz I need to pocket the blessings of my sweet Lord
I’ve got a belly full
Full of regret
That’s what you get deep inside
It’s a side effect of being alive
I ain’t never
I ain’t never no more
I ain’t never no more gonna think bad thoughts
Coz I need to pocket the blessings
I ain’t never
I ain’t never no more
I ain’t never no more gonna think bad thoughts
Coz I need to pocket the blessings of my sweet lord
my sweet lord
my sweet lord
my sweet lord
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10. |
Keppie Coutts Sydney, Australia
Blend the mellow tones of Norah Jones with the quirky pop of Feist and the fire of Ani DiFranco into a Chagall painting, and you get Keppie Coutts. Keppie's tunes are earthy, sophisticated, and direct - heart-squeezing, uplifting, and sometimes hilarious. ... more
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