The Gourds - Unreleased Songs
Pair of Goats (J.Smith)
Had some mojo I don't know
Bit her hand and charged
Wipe her life source from my chin
and my red guileful grin
That belies all the fire that flies
From my nostrils when I cry
Get thee to a nunnery
Get thee to a nunnery, yeah
Woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Oh she's a fright in the mornin'
Scare me
But mornin' may be bein'
The opposite of night
It's just that very fright
It'll make me goat-like or weepy
So come on down you tremble
You're wound pretty tight
Score it with x's and shove it my way
and when you bite me back
To even it up
Now there's a pair of goats
That's livin' right
Of goats
That's livin' right
Woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Oh she's a fright in the mornin'
Scare me
But mornin' may be bein'
The opposite of night
It's just that very fright
It'll make me goat-like or weepy
Woo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Rumble Operator (K.Russell)
Rumble operator, rumble operator (x4)
All you have to do is talk to me
All you have to do is disagree
You never want to talk about it
'Cause all you ever do is upset me
(chorus)
You only carry the bone of contention
There's never ever the slightest mention
All I want is reconciliation
But you just want to fuss and fight
(chorus)
It's alright if you like to argue
We all have our fighting side
At some point there must be concession
Or you'll never know what's wrong or right
(chorus)
Rumble operator (x4)
(chorus x2)
Son Of Bum (J.Smith)
Expect me to clean my house out
Under my fridge I found a roach bug
I saw them eating my potatoes
They even got to raise a family
I ain't no villian, I just want 'em out
I live in filth and now I want 'em out
They don't even help me to pay my rent
They even eat the cash I haven't spent
The son of bum ain't like a stink bug
They aren't like the rolly pollies
The don't behave like the cicada
But they're better then the crab bug
(Chorus)
If I could only dream about them
And bathe them in the new age light
I'd put cookies in my bedroom
And gladly let them spend the night
Oooh, In my bed...
(Chorus x2)
Steeple Full of Swallows
Steeple full of swallows
Hammer in the weeds
Heart full of my head
Mosquitos on my feet
You must be the sender
You must be the sound
You must be the reason
All the lights go down
Steeple full of swallows
Smoke in the house
Heart full of my head
Mud in my mouth
You must be the fine hairs
You must be the frown
You must be the reason
All the lights go down
Tearbox
I washed it with water
Made it smell like rosemary
High dollar rosemary
A funny little tearbox
A chest full of laughter
Well I drink hot coffee
Well I drink so much coffee
and my hair sticks up like a startled squirrel's
It's always 4 in the morning
To understand all these containers
I'll imitate Mao
Walk with me for awhile
It disappears like a tearbox
I'll imitate Mao
Walk with me for awhile
It disappears like the tearbox