Some of my original songs that I particularly like 

A Sampler of Phutz Originals

A treasury of recordings from the past decade and then some.  
All material written and performed by Paul Phipps / Phutz (& Shelley!!)

Blue Prints: A Decade of Phutz (originals)

Just an idea I quickly put down tonight, which maybe could be worked into something more.
LYRICS:
They hide the truth in plain sight
muddy the waters, turn us against one another - yellow, brown, black and white
they debase the music and degrade the culture
the eagle turns into a vulture, feeding on the crippled remains
got everyone bound in shackles and chains
free your mind and kill your TV - cos we got a common enemy
we gotta fight the powers that be, we got a common enemy
and it ain't the people of your community or the specter of diversity
in the words of Griff, Flav and Chuck D - we gotta fight the powers that be!
we got a common enemy
it's the bullshit hype you oughtn't believe, we got a common enemy
brothers and sisters please, listen to me - we got a common enemy
a common enemy

A Common Enemy

Sparrow

Lyrics:
Well he had to die, that fucking guy
What he did or didn’t made so many cry
He attempted but he did not try
Even when he spoke the truth it sounded like a goddamned lie
Bye bye bye bye, yeah
He had to die
Man kills the thing he loves
Women they don’t want no scrubs
In the weeds and in the shrubs 
It’s all he is it’s all he does 
Man reaps just what he sows
Scares the children and the crows 
The hour now grows nigh
He had to die 
Hung in the public square 
Ah, life just ain’t fair for those that dare to go where even angels fear to tread
And now he’s dead

He Had To Die

Wounds

An extemporized ditty.
AKA The Ballad Of The Kitty Who Committed Humancide.

The Ballad Of The Kitty Who Committed Homicide

words by me
music by Pete Townshend
LYRICS:
I woke up in a rabbit hole where the Anons play their game
deciphering info drops from Q, yeah that's the name
I stumbled forward and threw up, must have been something I ate
this notion that Donald Trump is really a super-genius, out to bring down the deep state
well who are Q?
Q are you, QQ, QQ…etc 
I view youtubers 4chan, cringe worthy to put it mild
internet patriots, so woke and red pill styled
days and nights anticipating the maestros next steaming pile
if I didn't find it so sad, the fact that I find it so funny might just make me smile
well who are Q?
(Repeat chorus)
I know there's a message board where heroes post the plan
I keep tabs cos I wanna know how far this deception will go, if it can
it's just another degree of the madness I see 
all around and it really 
fascinates me
so who are Q?
(Chorus)

Q Are You (to the tune of Who Are You by The Who)

Boot Straps

An oldie, dating back to the primordial days of Phutz (2009/10).  It was the worst of times, it was the best of times....
This was created one night whilst out of my mind blind drunk (as were so many of these things), a homage to Syd and his Pink Floyd.

Interstellar Undertow (Anunnaki)

An oldie from days of yore (2009/10), when Phutz was young and so was I (sort of).  This perhaps will do as a nice little epitaph.

Lyrics:

Years have passed, left me dry
worn out, you know why and I’m 
out of ideas, out of time, luck
anything I could design 
to appear 
years from here
So I will
say a fond but quiet farewell 

Oh ohh I’ll tell you now
Lord, I’m waiting
please don’t be late
I’ll be waiting 
there by the cemetery gates

Now all I believed and all I’ve trusted is gone
and I’ve hung around here
in this dirty little town too long

So now please, lord - don’t be late
I’ll be waiting for you
by the cemetery gates
Ready to up
or go down 
Whichever it is 
you’ve found my life
has merited

I won’t mind, I won’t cry
anymore, anymore
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*[additional unused lyrics]
Wisdom, the aged face
The loss of those we can never replace
Tears fall, memories of a warm embrace
Life, a lattice threaded by times intricate lace
These words may not mean much, in the light 
of chaotic waste
They're all I have though 
in this moments haste
So lay me down slow
I'm weary of the barreling pace
and I'll be waiting for you 
by the cemetery gates

Cemetery Gates

Mostly extemporized, microcosmic blueprint demo recordings of original song ideas.  Plus covers and collaborations.  
Recorded between 2010 - 2019 at The Hovel, in all its lo-fi, d.i.y. glory.

In memoriam: Shelley, 10/15/2019.   
My muse and co pilot.  You are dearly missed.