Hatchet
- Paco Del Stinko
- Roosevelt
- Posts: 3548
- Joined: Fri Apr 07, 2006 11:20 am
- Instruments: Basic rock, at a basic level.
- Recording Method: Roland 2480
- Submitting as: Paco del Stinko
- Location: Massachusetts. God save the Commonwealth!
Hatchet
Paco del Stinko - Hatchet
Oh Hannah, Hannah, where have you gone, they took our baby away
Taken by force, they marched you north
In the damp mist of yesterday
Take your hatchet and kill them dead
Then take the trophies off of their heads
Oh husband dear, Martha is dead, they smashed her against a tree
For weeks we walk, and secretly talk
While awaiting our chance to be free
Take your hatchet and kill them dead
Then take the trophies off of their heads
We're people of the Dawnland
Forced to fight for the white man
How else can we survive?
Our time has come, and now we strike, our captors are all sleeping
Two men, two women, and all six children
Two fled away frightened and weeping
Take your hatchet and kill them dead
Then take the trophies off of their heads
I'm home my dear, by cold river true, with a handful of scalps for our pain
With one less child, left dead in the wild
And a mournful soul filled with rain
Take your hatchet and kill them dead
Then take the trophies off of their heads
Oh Hannah, Hannah, where have you gone, they took our baby away
Taken by force, they marched you north
In the damp mist of yesterday
Take your hatchet and kill them dead
Then take the trophies off of their heads
Oh husband dear, Martha is dead, they smashed her against a tree
For weeks we walk, and secretly talk
While awaiting our chance to be free
Take your hatchet and kill them dead
Then take the trophies off of their heads
We're people of the Dawnland
Forced to fight for the white man
How else can we survive?
Our time has come, and now we strike, our captors are all sleeping
Two men, two women, and all six children
Two fled away frightened and weeping
Take your hatchet and kill them dead
Then take the trophies off of their heads
I'm home my dear, by cold river true, with a handful of scalps for our pain
With one less child, left dead in the wild
And a mournful soul filled with rain
Take your hatchet and kill them dead
Then take the trophies off of their heads
Bringin' the stink since 2006.
- glennny
- Churchill
- Posts: 2264
- Joined: Sat Mar 04, 2006 2:39 am
- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Mandolin, Dobro, Banjo, E-Bow, Glock
- Recording Method: Garageband
- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene
- Location: Castro Valley, California
Re: Hatchet
Daddy Bop Swing Set
Paul Lorigan- Sax
Steve Durand- Muted Trumpet
King- Lyrics
glennny- the rest
verse1
Could have been a tailor, artisan or clerk
Could have been a parson; that’s some good and honest work
Could have been a roguish type, a thieving scab’rous knave
But I’ve a hatchet in my hand, and combat’s what I crave
Chorus:
Dee-four, dee-six, dee-eight plus one
My handy dandy hatchet really gets the damage done
Wielded or hurled with my left or my right
Only one of us walks away alive tonight…
verse2
Would have liked to settle down, marry me a wife
Raise a kid or two, settle far away from strife
Could have been a thousand things that I set my mind to
But I’ve a hatchet in my hand, and I’m comin' hard for you.
Chorus
verse3
Never meant to cause no harm, muss, fuss or mess
But dirty deeds, they must get done, and I’m simply the best
My sharp'ning stone and oil the only comp’ny that I need
I’ve got a hatchet in my hand, and someone’s got to bleed…
Chorus
Paul Lorigan- Sax
Steve Durand- Muted Trumpet
King- Lyrics
glennny- the rest
verse1
Could have been a tailor, artisan or clerk
Could have been a parson; that’s some good and honest work
Could have been a roguish type, a thieving scab’rous knave
But I’ve a hatchet in my hand, and combat’s what I crave
Chorus:
Dee-four, dee-six, dee-eight plus one
My handy dandy hatchet really gets the damage done
Wielded or hurled with my left or my right
Only one of us walks away alive tonight…
verse2
Would have liked to settle down, marry me a wife
Raise a kid or two, settle far away from strife
Could have been a thousand things that I set my mind to
But I’ve a hatchet in my hand, and I’m comin' hard for you.
Chorus
verse3
Never meant to cause no harm, muss, fuss or mess
But dirty deeds, they must get done, and I’m simply the best
My sharp'ning stone and oil the only comp’ny that I need
I’ve got a hatchet in my hand, and someone’s got to bleed…
Chorus
Phillipso, Older Brothers, Semolina Pilchards, Zipline , Thank Glennny for the Frisbee, The Odoriferous Valley, The Worldly Self Assurance, Berkeley Social Scene, Very Gentle Knives, Daddy Bop Swing Set, GUNS, The Kraken Lives, Cavedwellers
- glennny
- Churchill
- Posts: 2264
- Joined: Sat Mar 04, 2006 2:39 am
- Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Mandolin, Dobro, Banjo, E-Bow, Glock
- Recording Method: Garageband
- Submitting as: Berkeley Social Scene
- Location: Castro Valley, California
Re: Hatchet
glennny
verse1
I can cut you down
with sarcasm (and a hatchet)
I can lift the irony
with focus (and a magnet)
I can fill your humility
With a compliment (and putty)
agreeing to disagree is
Complicated (and bloody)
Chorus
I thought things were going so well
but I can’t figure out why you’re frownin’
Nothing’s wrong. I get the joke.
Why are you always clownin’
verse2
I can get you to stick with me
With sweetness (and a tape gun)
Eventually you'll give in to me
With persistence (and libations)
We can get to a higher plain
with concentration (and a ramp)
I can see through darkness
with my visions (and a lamp)
Chorus
verse3
You won’t be well rounded
without education (and a lathe)
I’ll keep your heart close to me
with tenderness (in a safe)
I can get my point across
with analogies (and a LASER)
Listen to me and my Hatchet!
We’re sharp as a razor.
Chorus
verse1
I can cut you down
with sarcasm (and a hatchet)
I can lift the irony
with focus (and a magnet)
I can fill your humility
With a compliment (and putty)
agreeing to disagree is
Complicated (and bloody)
Chorus
I thought things were going so well
but I can’t figure out why you’re frownin’
Nothing’s wrong. I get the joke.
Why are you always clownin’
verse2
I can get you to stick with me
With sweetness (and a tape gun)
Eventually you'll give in to me
With persistence (and libations)
We can get to a higher plain
with concentration (and a ramp)
I can see through darkness
with my visions (and a lamp)
Chorus
verse3
You won’t be well rounded
without education (and a lathe)
I’ll keep your heart close to me
with tenderness (in a safe)
I can get my point across
with analogies (and a LASER)
Listen to me and my Hatchet!
We’re sharp as a razor.
Chorus
Phillipso, Older Brothers, Semolina Pilchards, Zipline , Thank Glennny for the Frisbee, The Odoriferous Valley, The Worldly Self Assurance, Berkeley Social Scene, Very Gentle Knives, Daddy Bop Swing Set, GUNS, The Kraken Lives, Cavedwellers
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- A New Player
- Posts: 10
- Joined: Fri Jun 29, 2012 10:20 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, singing with my voice
- Recording Method: M-Track Plus and Garage Band on an iPad 2.
- Submitting as: ten dollar pony, Greggers Inc., Grilton's Castle
Re: Hatchet
Greggers Inc./Greg Hosack
Hatchet
Verse 1:
I bought a giant creme horn
12 feet high
But It seems impenetrable
and I don't know why
Chorus:
I wish I had a hatchet
So I could split this thing in two
That would make it easier to share
With you. With you.
Verse 2:
I have a pair of spoons here
And a fork and a knife
Trying to eat this on my own
Would take the rest of my life
Bridge:
Another hand could help
Maybe two or three
You can start at that end
And in the middle we'll meet
There's so much pastry here today
And only love can get us through
Cuz I can't handle this much jelly cream and dough
without you, without you
Chorus
Final Chorus
I wish I had a hatchet
So I could split this thing in two
That would make it so much easier to share
With you. I wanna share with you.
Hatchet
Verse 1:
I bought a giant creme horn
12 feet high
But It seems impenetrable
and I don't know why
Chorus:
I wish I had a hatchet
So I could split this thing in two
That would make it easier to share
With you. With you.
Verse 2:
I have a pair of spoons here
And a fork and a knife
Trying to eat this on my own
Would take the rest of my life
Bridge:
Another hand could help
Maybe two or three
You can start at that end
And in the middle we'll meet
There's so much pastry here today
And only love can get us through
Cuz I can't handle this much jelly cream and dough
without you, without you
Chorus
Final Chorus
I wish I had a hatchet
So I could split this thing in two
That would make it so much easier to share
With you. I wanna share with you.
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- A New Player
- Posts: 10
- Joined: Tue Jun 19, 2012 4:22 pm
- Submitting as: Milton
Re: Hatchet
Milton - Hatchet
"I could have sworn you needed me," the Hatchet said
Lumberjack wasn't was, he never was.
The Hatchet said goodbye
(The Hatchet said goodbye)
The Hatchet said goodbye
(The Hatchet said goodbye)
The Hatchet
(goodbye)
The Hatchet
(goodbye)
"Who will replace me?" The Hatchet thought
Lumberjack sits; the sharpest part is "goodbye"
The Hatchet said goodbye
The Hatchet said goodbye
Goodbye
(the Hatchet)
Goodbye
(the Hatchet)
"I could have sworn you needed me," the Hatchet said
Lumberjack wasn't was, he never was.
The Hatchet said goodbye
(The Hatchet said goodbye)
The Hatchet said goodbye
(The Hatchet said goodbye)
The Hatchet
(goodbye)
The Hatchet
(goodbye)
"Who will replace me?" The Hatchet thought
Lumberjack sits; the sharpest part is "goodbye"
The Hatchet said goodbye
The Hatchet said goodbye
Goodbye
(the Hatchet)
Goodbye
(the Hatchet)
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- Attlee
- Posts: 288
- Joined: Tue Dec 06, 2011 2:43 am
- Instruments: gaming
- Recording Method: Microsoft Word
- Pronouns: she/him
Hatchet
"Hatchet" by Ux Mpuzm
She's got a four-wheeler she fixed up usin' spare parts; it's her prized possession.
She took me out ridin' on it just the other night with a few beers for a session.
Well she loves to cook (and she's good at it), and she loves sleepin' outside.
She's pretty sure she once killed somebody with a custom-made Bear Bryant stainless steel hatchet,
but she left the parking lot before they died.
There's her back; time to scratch it.
She keeps her hand on that hatchet all the time, alright.
Laa la lalaa la la laa laa lala.
Lalalalalaa, bop badadadada dadadaa, la la laa laa lala.
She's as strong as an ox, with a little more stamina.
Well she talks like a person, but walks like an animal.
She'll say "hey baby" to just about anybody she may see,
but when she says it to me, it's "Baby" with a capital 'B'.
If there's a drift, time to catch it.
She has her hand upon her hatchet every day, okay.
Bop! Bop! Yep! Yeah-heh.
Bababababop bababop bababa, oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, hahahahaha.
Lalalalala lalala lalala, yeyeyeyeyeeeh.
Now i've asked her before what compels her to carry it,
and why after that killin' she didn't just bury it,
or better yet run off to Vegas and marry it.
She says it's just her thing and she'd rather not vary it.
Well, "just her thing" can at times be alarmin',
if also at other times sweet and disarmin',
but i would be lying if i said she's charmin'.
She tells me my ex will be coming to harm in the near future.
There's my door; time to latch it.
She has her hand upon her hatchet, hmhmhmhmmm, mmhm.
Lalalalala heeeeeeeeee lalalaaah. It tak dal. (solos, solos, solos)
rrrrrrroooooo rrrooooo rrr rrrrrrrrrooooooooooo
She's got a four-wheeler she fixed up usin' spare parts; it's her prized possession.
She took me out ridin' on it just the other night with a few beers for a session.
Well she loves to cook (and she's good at it), and she loves sleepin' outside.
She's pretty sure she once killed somebody with a custom-made Bear Bryant stainless steel hatchet,
but she left the parking lot before they died.
There's her back; time to scratch it.
She keeps her hand on that hatchet all the time, alright.
Laa la lalaa la la laa laa lala.
Lalalalalaa, bop badadadada dadadaa, la la laa laa lala.
She's as strong as an ox, with a little more stamina.
Well she talks like a person, but walks like an animal.
She'll say "hey baby" to just about anybody she may see,
but when she says it to me, it's "Baby" with a capital 'B'.
If there's a drift, time to catch it.
She has her hand upon her hatchet every day, okay.
Bop! Bop! Yep! Yeah-heh.
Bababababop bababop bababa, oh-ho-ho-ho-ho, hahahahaha.
Lalalalala lalala lalala, yeyeyeyeyeeeh.
Now i've asked her before what compels her to carry it,
and why after that killin' she didn't just bury it,
or better yet run off to Vegas and marry it.
She says it's just her thing and she'd rather not vary it.
Well, "just her thing" can at times be alarmin',
if also at other times sweet and disarmin',
but i would be lying if i said she's charmin'.
She tells me my ex will be coming to harm in the near future.
There's my door; time to latch it.
She has her hand upon her hatchet, hmhmhmhmmm, mmhm.
Lalalalala heeeeeeeeee lalalaaah. It tak dal. (solos, solos, solos)
rrrrrrroooooo rrrooooo rrr rrrrrrrrrooooooooooo
- ken
- Roosevelt
- Posts: 3918
- Joined: Sat Sep 25, 2004 6:10 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, bass, drums, keys
- Recording Method: Audient Sono, MOTU 828x, Cubase
- Submitting as: Ken's Super Duper Band 'n Stuff
- Pronouns: he/him
- Location: oakland, ca
- Contact:
Re: Hatchet
Hatchet - Ken's Super Duper Band 'n Stuff
Intro: A G-F#- E E
Verse: E A x4
We’ve got to run
We’ve got to hide
We’ve got to keep
all this shit inside
We want to fight
but we feel resigned
we give it up
They’ve got an axe to grind
PreChorus: B B
Chorus: E C x3
They chop it down
B A G-F#- E E
Verse 2
We build it up and they
tear it down
we occupy
but they own this town
We see the truth
But they think we’re blind
We go along
They’ve got an axe to grind
Bridge: G A
You want to take a swing
Well, get in the ring
This is where we climb
This is where we fight
Chorus: E C x3
They chop it down
B A G-F#- E E
Intro: A G-F#- E E
Verse: E A x4
We’ve got to run
We’ve got to hide
We’ve got to keep
all this shit inside
We want to fight
but we feel resigned
we give it up
They’ve got an axe to grind
PreChorus: B B
Chorus: E C x3
They chop it down
B A G-F#- E E
Verse 2
We build it up and they
tear it down
we occupy
but they own this town
We see the truth
But they think we’re blind
We go along
They’ve got an axe to grind
Bridge: G A
You want to take a swing
Well, get in the ring
This is where we climb
This is where we fight
Chorus: E C x3
They chop it down
B A G-F#- E E
Ken's Super Duper Band 'n Stuff - Berkeley Social Scene - Tiny Robots - Seamus Collective - Semolina Pilchards - Cutie Pies - Explino! - Bravo Bros. - 2 from 14 - and more!
i would just like to remind everyone that Ken eats kittens - blue lang
i would just like to remind everyone that Ken eats kittens - blue lang
- furrypedro
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1299
- Joined: Mon Nov 07, 2005 12:06 pm
- Instruments: Guitar, programming
- Recording Method: Cubase, Reason
- Submitting as: Balance Lost
- Location: Kyoto
- Contact:
Re: Hatchet
Balance Lost
I raised the stakes
You gonna match it?
You've made mistakes
I brought a hatchet
I'm gonna bury you
Out in the back yard
I'm coming very soon
You'd better think hard
There's a shadow standing in the doorway
Wake up darling
I wanna show something to you downstairs
Wake up darling
This town can burn down
I kept a box of matches
There's a hole in the ground
And I won't miss you very much
I've got a problem
Want you to solve it
Reach in my pocket
And take a hold of it
I didn't come here
To make excuses
I want a taste now
Of all your juices
There's a shadow standing in the doorway
Wake up darling
I wanna show something to you downstairs
Wake up darling
This town can burn down
I kept a box of matches
There's a hole in the ground
And I won't miss you very much
This car won't start
Well you get what you pay for
Your heart in a jar
Don't look behind the cellar door
I raised the stakes
You gonna match it?
You've made mistakes
I brought a hatchet
I'm gonna bury you
Out in the back yard
I'm coming very soon
You'd better think hard
There's a shadow standing in the doorway
Wake up darling
I wanna show something to you downstairs
Wake up darling
This town can burn down
I kept a box of matches
There's a hole in the ground
And I won't miss you very much
I've got a problem
Want you to solve it
Reach in my pocket
And take a hold of it
I didn't come here
To make excuses
I want a taste now
Of all your juices
There's a shadow standing in the doorway
Wake up darling
I wanna show something to you downstairs
Wake up darling
This town can burn down
I kept a box of matches
There's a hole in the ground
And I won't miss you very much
This car won't start
Well you get what you pay for
Your heart in a jar
Don't look behind the cellar door
- WreckdoMelle
- Attlee
- Posts: 401
- Joined: Tue May 01, 2012 5:18 am
- Instruments: Gibson SG, clarinet, tuba, bass guitar, baritone horn, mandolin, vox, sax (sorta)
- Recording Method: Bitwig Studio
- Submitting as: Brown Word and the Big Whine, sometimes WreckdoM
- Pronouns: she/her
- Location: Austin, TX
- Contact:
Re: Hatchet
Hatchet
by Brown Word and the Big Whine
It was a hatchet, that’s what the lady said
God hacked us out of meat with a keen blunt edge
The moon’s a sickle in the sky, hangs like a guillotine
Just about to split your gut, that’s really what she means
You take this hatchet, that’s what the man wants
Working to the bone, hell I was young once
Stretched out on the stump with the wood stained red
Finally running free like a chicken with no head
Well the nuns rap your knuckles and the boys pinch your booty
You’re the apple of your mama’s eye
Your dad’s a straight shooter
When you get sick of wringing necks they got a job for you
Hop into that Cadillac they’ll show you how they do
It was a hatchet I carried in my pack
Chopped myself a piece of pie and never looked back
The moon is sticking to the sky, hangs like a smile
Just about to crack your teeth flashing all the while
You take this hatchet, wear it on your back
Stick it to the bone with one good whack
We took it on the road, we took it on the rails
Never thought we’d get caught by our hair and fingernails
by Brown Word and the Big Whine
It was a hatchet, that’s what the lady said
God hacked us out of meat with a keen blunt edge
The moon’s a sickle in the sky, hangs like a guillotine
Just about to split your gut, that’s really what she means
You take this hatchet, that’s what the man wants
Working to the bone, hell I was young once
Stretched out on the stump with the wood stained red
Finally running free like a chicken with no head
Well the nuns rap your knuckles and the boys pinch your booty
You’re the apple of your mama’s eye
Your dad’s a straight shooter
When you get sick of wringing necks they got a job for you
Hop into that Cadillac they’ll show you how they do
It was a hatchet I carried in my pack
Chopped myself a piece of pie and never looked back
The moon is sticking to the sky, hangs like a smile
Just about to crack your teeth flashing all the while
You take this hatchet, wear it on your back
Stick it to the bone with one good whack
We took it on the road, we took it on the rails
Never thought we’d get caught by our hair and fingernails
“This is pandemonium, like a Heironymus Bosch painting set to music” - Pannacotta Army
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http://brownwordandthebigwhine.bandcamp.com