A collection of the best of the worst of the home recordings of Curtis Mutter.

Baby Boy

You Made My Day I Made You A Song

Storm Chaser

A Godless Wreck In A Material World

A Song Of Beginning

A song about a friend in a time and a place.  Some of the aforementioned has passed, some of it has not.

Stephen Ave

Sometimes I wonder why you put up with me
After all the shit I've done, after all the shit you've seen
But I keep on going and I ain't slowing down

Sometimes I feel that spark leaving my eye
I can't put up with this, another swing and a miss
But I'm still going and I ain't slowing down

God damn nostalgia it keeps me around
But Elvis is dead, with the past in the ground
You can't get nothing done wanting to be there with them

You see it's one for the money, two for the show
But zero for the effort if you start off too slow
I feel so low back on my parents' home street

  The happiness parade went by and away
  I saw it from my window
  I wanted to wave

  Get stoned at home, in bed with her again
  Your actions are yours 
  No need to defend

Another day of work darlin' I feel so down
I hate this fucking job and I hate this fucking town
But I'm still going though I guess I'm slowing down

Get a spark honey relight my flame
'cuz if I'm not burning out then I'm going insane
'cuz I don't wanna stop but I know I'm slowing down

No I don't wanna stop but I know I'm slowing down

Mathew Mutter's Album

The Suburban Slow Down Boogie

Happiness
All I know is happiness
Joy is my blonde mistress
I am happy always

Sad parade
It never blows my way
My joy barricade
Keeps it away

Charlatan
You might think I'm a charlatan
But love we're the best of friends
And I'm happy always

Yes I'm happy always
Happy always
I'm happy always
It's the truth I'm happy always
Yes I'm happy always

Happiness Parade

A 3-chord acoustic-punk song from a CD I made several years ago called Basement Recordings 2.  Chords and lyrics below for anyone interested:

Opens by strumming an E-chord.

  A                        D      E
I used to get drunk in Don Bosco Field
     A       D          E
With Topher, Berger and Lars
A                   D          E
Walking home with a mickey of whiskey
      D              E        A
And a discount Pizza Seventy-Three
A                               D       E
Now I get drunk and write these stupid songs
         A      D        E
But they always turn out wrong
       A                 D        E
‘Cause I only write when I’m not all right
      D         E       A
And I feel like shit tonight
     D         E
Well I can’t explain
           D         E
Why I’m so fucking insane
   D        E         A
Depression, booze and song

  A                        D        E
I used to sneak out of my bedroom window
        A          D     E
Hop the fence with my guitar
     A                     D             E
We’d then start a fire and songs were required
      D           E            A
In my old pal Ms. Maxwell’s backyard
      A                          D             E
But I tend to get too down to be part of that crowd now
            A       D      E
Sometimes I see her on the bus
    A                           D             E
She says we should hang out and asks when I’m free
       D                  E       A
But it wouldn’t be how it used to be
     D            E
Well route twenty-nine
           D              E
Like those old high-school times
              D          E       A
Has seemed to pass right by without me


  A                        D        E
Today I stumbled upon some of those old songs
    A           D       E
I recorded back in high-school
          A                                D                    E
They were all about misery which means I couldn’t have been as happy
     D              E       A
As I thought that I used to be
A                                   D      E
‘Cause the grass is always greener on the other side
      A           D       E 
Which means your memories lie
  A                          D         E
I guess what I mean is I’ve never been happy
         D             E         A
But back then I was a bit more alright
D             E
Time tends to fly
          D          E
And as my life slips by
             D         E         A
I think I’ve done everything not right

Basement Recordings 2

Depression Booze And Song

If you've got no one to talk to,
Just go and play the guitar.
And fade into the woodwork,
Behind the music and bars.

If you've got nowhere to run to,
Run into the song.
Hide away in the orchestra pit,
They've waited there all night long.

Get inside the enigma,
Knock it out of the park.
Earhart in Bermuda,
Deaf, dumb, and blind in the dark.

Write your heart down on paper,
Then crumple and throw it away.
Blow your brains out with ink and pen,
Just enough suicide for the day.

Space out inside your apartment,
Waste your life away.
March is coming soon, so soon,
And you've got some bills to pay.

Get inside the enigma,
Knock it out of the park.
Earhart in Bermuda,
Deaf, dumb, and blind in the dark.

It's almost five in the morning,
I'll be up for a while yet.
He wasn't hoping for arguments,
But you were not hoping for sex.

I've got hair in my eyes, hun,
And you've got some stars in yours.
And if this shit show is all done,
Then let's settle the scores.

Get inside the enigma,
Knock it out of the park.
Earhart in Bermuda,
Deaf, dumb, and blind in the dark.

I don't know where your lottery is,
I guess I gave mine away.
You don't like much of an older guy,
But I just can't help my age.

Burn your eyes out with mysticism,
Let your brain float away.
Though you're planting trees, hippy,
You're a poison I cannot escape.