Swampton Creeps

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From the swamps of the lower Manawatu Plains, home of the Makerua Mongrels... This eclectic mix of tunes comes to you via the Creeps of Swampton

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released November 13, 2015

Recorded at Grand Electric Skull by Swampton Creeps.

Shyster - Drums
Boggy Bill - Guitars
JC Burns - Bass

Featuring
- Stomping Nick on Harmonica, tracks 1, 3, 4.
- Stuart Hubbard on Saxophone, tracks 2, 6.

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Track Name: Hell Aint So Bad
Death smiled at me from across the way.
A voice on the wind doth spoke.
Go to the devil.
On my knees I started to choke

Don’t worry about your evil ways.
Being good will drive you mad
I just want to tell you
Hell ain't so bad

Fear of the unknown
Gripped me as I died
For I was hell bound
The devil can not be denied

I could hear a band playing
A hootin' and a hollerin' somewhere
There was a party going in hell
Hot damn, oh shit, hell yeah

From my experience
Hell ain't so bad
All my friends are here
Hell ain't so bad
The fire don’t hurt no more
Hell ain't so bad
Track Name: Mr McLean
Won’t you Mr McLean,
Get the hell out off my claim
I don’t wanna see you round here anymore
You’re a filthy lying asshole
and I hate you to the core
I don’t wanna see you round here anymore

I found a quartz vein rich in gold,
But that won’t help me once I get old,
I spent all my money on liquor and women,
I wasted what was left

I dug this schist with my pickaxe,
That’s my sweat down in that hole
I don’t wanna see you round here anymore
Well it took me a good year,
to find the gold that these rocks bear
I don’t wanna see you round here anymore

I always had a feeling
that you were breathing down my neck
I don’t wanna see you round here anymore
You’re a filthy lying asshole
and I hate you to the core
I don’t wanna see you round here anymore
Track Name: Pork Corn ‘n Beans
I’ve been working all week for the man,
I’m So tired that I can’t hardly stand
But it’s a pretty good life when you or your wife,
Cooks some Pork some Corn and Beans

Pork Corn ‘n Beans
It’s what my body needs,
I want Pork Corn ‘n Beans,
Pork on the chop,
Corn on the cob,
And a bowl of cowboy Beans

It pains my heart, my heart to see,
That nothing in life is for free,
But it’s a pretty good life when you or your wife,
Cooks some Pork some Corn ‘n Beans

Pork Corn ‘n Beans
It’s what my body needs,
I want Pork Corn ‘n Beans,
Pork on the chop,
Corn on the cob,
And a bowl of cowboy,
A bowl of cowboy,
And a bowl of cowboy Beans
Track Name: My Tractor
I get up in the morning, get out my bed
O Lord, I've got to earn my daily bread
So I grab me some breakfast, climb into my ute
Down to the paddock I shoot
To my tractor.


There she stands by the side of the field
Seven ton of rubber and diesel and steel
Seven tons of muscle, hear that engine roar
You can get three hundred horsepower, maybe even more
from my tractor.

Oo - ee, oo - ar
I've got to drive my tractor so far
Round and round 'til it numbs my brain
Oh Lord! Don't make it rain
today.

Into the ground goes my eight furrow plough
And the soil turns black, seven acres an hour
There's a thousand seagulls in a screeching cloud
Scratching for worms, while I sit tall and proud
on my tractor.

In Rongatea loam, in Opiki clay
Grinding through rocks down Colyton way
In the sand at Sanson, and out at Bulls too
Yes I've ploughed up half of the Manawatu
in my tractor.

We disk and we harrow and sow in the grain
And now is the time you start praying for rain
To make the crop green and to make it grow tall
At last I can stop and overhaul
my tractor.

Oo - ee, oo - ar
I dont have to drive my tractor no more
Round and round 'til it numbs my brain
Oh Lord, please make it rain
today.
Track Name: Ghost gulls of picton
Ghost gulls of Picton, how lovely you fly,
Filling the night air with your haunting cry,
Skimming the wavetops and racing the swell,

How easy it seems for you,
How easy it seems for you.

You drift in the night sky like something unreal.
You'll never know how restricted we feel,
Tied to the land in our own little worlds.

Bright lights receding, friends left behind.
Memories already blurring with time.
You can fly back whenever you feel,

The few miles between us seem just like a wall.
On land we would think them just nothing at all,
The short stretch of ocean keeps us apart.
Track Name: Psycho Death Dog
Gonna dig up the dog tomorrow
Of him, I was so fond.
Put his skull up on the mantle.
Welcome him back from beyond.
I’ll gather some friends.
Ones he never bit.
With fire and sacrifice,
Drag his soul from hells pit.

The moon is full.
We uncover the tomb.
Get the bones a rattlin’,
The beast rises soon.

A darkness is released,
Are there perils of this birth.
My enemies should fear,
Death dog walks the earth.
This dog is crazy,
Better pay what’s due.
Psycho death dog,
He’ll put the motherfucking hurt on you.

I rejected all reason,
I set him free.
Psycho death dog.
Now he’s after me.

Now I have paid,
My blood the fee.
Releasing this demon
I should never have set him free.