The Gutbuckets

Lyrics

Gasfire Rag lyrics

In questa pagina vi presentiamo tutti i testi originali del nostro nuovo disco. Due del nostro amico J.B. Tripoli, che ha collaborato e scritto con noi, e gli altri di Mario Evangelista.

Bring Back The Bush (J.B. Tripoli)

The grass I used to love
well I can’t find it
well I can’t find it
I swear that it was there
well I can’t find it
well I can’t find it

I’m asking my dear sweet sweet heart
why can’t I see that lawn?
She said my friend, you must be mad
that fashion is dead and gone

Bring back the bush
bring back the bush
oh darling
bring back the bush

She says it looks brand new
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
it makes me feel more blue
I don’t know why
I don’t know why
I’m asking my dear sweet sweet heart
why can’t I see that lawn?
Sha said my friend, you must be mad
that fashion is dead and gone

Bring back the bush
bring back the bush
oh darling
bring back the bush

Hipster Gal (J.B. Tripoli)

When you act like a tomboy
I like that
When you use me like your toy
I like that
When you punch me in the face
I like that
then you tide me up with a lace
I like that
May I have a cigarette?
Won’t you have some coffee?
Can I show a picture of a goat
who’s eating?

Drinking moonshine whiskey
smoking all you stuff
looking nice and pretty
little hipster gal

Walkin’ In The Kitchen (M. Evangelista)

Swimming in the bed
as I’m searching for my head
that was coming by a good ol’ night
Yes I’ll try to do my best
sure I need to take a rest
‘cause in my mind there’s awful mess
so every time I try to stand
I feel my body is like a band
that is playing in four different keys (all at once/ all in one)
and I’m there, falling again in my bed

Trying once again
I’m fighting every pain
that is coming from my rusty bones
I’m standing in the room
with the strongest taste of rum
that I’ve felt in the last few years
My doctor strongly recommends
a glass of water “when you can”
so I’m swinging to my kitchen room
but as I’m banging at the door I can’t even reach the floor
’cause in the kitchen there’s a party Lord I never saw before

My Sweet Mary (M. Evangelista)

My sweet Mary I’m coming home to you
I take the first train that was comin’ off the dew
Just for you
my sweet love (x2)

So my sweet Mary
I jumped outside the door
the station was a mess and I could not even reach the floor
just for you
my sweet love (x2)

My sweet Mary
I was walkin’ on my way
noodlin’ around the towers I spend all my night and day.
Just for you
my sweet love (x2)

My sweet Mary
I would like to be blind
’cause when I find your face it was next to another guy
Just for you
my sweet love (x2)

My sweet Mary
I was running like a bear
my heart sounded like a drum and I could not even feel my fear
Just for you
my sweet love (x2)

So my sweet Mary
when I came next to him
he shot me in the chest with a pistol I’d never seen.
Just for you
my sweet love (x2)

My sweet Mary
my blood flowed like cream
he shot me again as I was watching right at him
Just for you
my sweet love (x2)

So my sweet Mary
now that I’m only a dream
I will sing this song for you as I’m paying for my sins
Just for you
my sweet love

That’s Our Blues (M. Evangelista)

Now I’m gonna tell ya
what we are talkin’ about
it was late into the Nineties
when we played around in every bar
we were so young and foolish
we didn’t have no money
but sure we got a lot of time

Dressed like a fool
takin’ what was comin’ around
we all had those crappy things
that someone loved to call “guitars”
we were so young and foolish
we didn’t have no money
but shure we got a lot of time

That’s our blues
that same old blues
we didn’t picked the cotton
we didn’t meet Charley Patton
and didn’t wait at crossroads at night
(x2)

Take a look at us
you could see that our faces are a mess
we are fat, and a little strange
and got tattoos that we would like to change
we are not so young and foolish
for sure ain’t got no money
but shure we need a lot of time

That’s our blues, mama
that same old blues
we didn’t picked the cotton
we didn’t meet Charley Patton
and didn’t wait at crossroads at night.