new project

[mccutcheon]

Rosie and I are writing songs, or rather rosie is writing the music and I'm writng the words. her is the first e.p. we are about to record.

SONGS FOR ANNE
> > > By McCutcheon
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> > > 1.
> > > Dead flowers in red wine bottles
> > > By McCutcheon
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> > > The dead flower sits on the spot
> > > Right where you left it
> > > It was alive when you gave it to me
> > > I didnt have the ability to throw it away
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> > > Dead flowers in red wine bottles
> > > Blood roses for the lush life in me
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> > > The empty bottle of wine sits on the spot
> > > Right where you drank it
> > > It was full when you gave it to me
> > > I didnt have the ability to throw it away
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> > > Dead flowers in red wine bottles
> > > Blood roses for the lush life in me
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> > > 2.
> > > 1920s
> > > by McCutcheon
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> > > The sunrise has come again
> > > Or is it the sunset?
> > > The day is starting or ending
> > > This could be dusk
> > > And this could be dawn
> > > Where has the time gone?
> > >
> > > Out of your penis
> > > And into my vagina
> > > Now Im stuck with this pregnancy
> > > Unwanted baby is on the way
> > > I hate you for raping me
> > >
> > > I should get a coat hanger and end it
> > > Im stuck in this room with crayon drawings
> > > Thinking of my mother who left me
> > > I wonder what life will be like after the
> 1920s?
> > >
> > > But I might not be able to think after the
> > lobotomy
> > > Thats what I read in this book
> > > They say I need the operation for better
> behavior
> > > I dont want their hands on me anymore
> > > What will life be like after the 1920s?
> > >
> > > Help me escape these white walls that surround
> me
> > > My skin crawls with the torture of unknown metal
> > > capacities
> > > The sunrise has come again
> > > Or is it the sunset?
> > > Two days gone and only one day left
> > > Will they still do this to women after the
> 1920s?
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> > > 3.
> > > Look at me
> > > By McCutcheon
> > >
> > > I sit and watch
> > > I watch him walk by
> > > And again he doesnt look at me
> > > I give my best smile
> > > And again he doesnt look at me
> > >
> > > Chorus (repeat 2x)
> > > Look at me
> > > Look at me
> > > Look at me, please
> > >
> > > I sit up and follow him
> > > He walks to the bus stop
> > > I stand right behind him waiting
> > > Waiting for him to turn around
> > > And for him to notice me
> > >
> > > Chorus (repeat 2x)
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> > > He gets on the bus
> > > Going up town to drink beer
> > > Drink beer with his buddies
> > > Study the curves of other women
> > > Women who are not me
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[<sarah>]

Fantastic lyrics
This was supposed to be solely for Rosie, but you know I love your posts, so
Rosie (and McCutcheon), If songs were prayers, I prayed a lot for you. Tori Amos was once called the thinking man's Madonna; she's the praying girl's Madonna, same Tori different Madonna. I got out my Cannon of songs from the choir girl hotel and put in Jackie's Strength -- it's a good prayer on bad days.

[<mccutcheon>]

well, we are in the studio at the mansion (think 80's grunge music bought the house, this place- like Rosie was married to a grunge rocker) anyway we are in the studio and she is playing the music and singing . we are very drunk and on valium and a few uppers. gotta go for now. as always we will keep you postede. but fuck we are making music and I get the tingles when she sings my words. !

[mccutcheon]

"2 frets up means down!"