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The Counter

by Terry Mutter

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    "The Counter". The 3rd release from singer songwriter Terry Mutter. Songs about nature, trees, heartache, breakfast suggestions that include beer and a singing Warthog. What more could you want ? Tracks Include:
    1. The Counter
    2. Bad Scotch For A Good Man
    3. Oh My Gosh
    4. Mr Warthog
    5. Problems
    6. First To Go
    7. Pine Needle Trail
    8. Muffins Fruit Salad and Eggs

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1.
The Counter 04:14
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Pulled up my collar, losing the fight against the cruel morning chill The bell on the diner door announced my arrival then remained silent and still Climbed up on a stool, let out a sigh set down the weight of the world for just awhile There at the counter, a fella beside me glanced up, but he didn’t smile I been counting things for most of my life Minutes and dollars and who’s right or wrong Now the clock is running down and I can’t see the score Funny all things I’ve been counting, don’t count for much anymore Steam curled from his mug, he spoke a few words not directed at anyone there He said “I don’t the know the question, let alone the answer and if I did, would anyone care” Too many rounds had buckled his knees life steadily counting him out Looking for strength, to rise up again, but not sure what his fight was about I been counting things for most of my life Minutes and dollars and who’s right or wrong Now the clock is running down and I can’t see the score Funny all things I’ve been counting, don’t count for much anymore I sat there listened, finished my coffee gave him a nod and a smile His eyes seemed to brighten, just for a momen, I hoped it might last him a while The waitress whispered, about the tab he had running unpaid for weeks in a row I emptied my pockets, for the man at the counter the bell rang as I walked out the door I been counting things for most of my life Minutes and dollars and who’s right or wrong Now the clock is running down and I can’t see the score Funny all things I’ve been counting, don’t count for much anymore Funny all things I’ve been counting, don’t count for much anymore
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Bad Scotch For A Good Man 03:31
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A mist of saw dust filled the air flying off your table saw My young eyes fixed on you and the wonder of it all Honest man, making stuff people use End of the day you wiped your brow and take a minute, just for you You’d pour something cheap into a glass with a little ice smelled like gasoline to me but you took a sip and said “that’s nice, Ahhh that’s nice” So on this black night lit with a wink of sliver moon Your words keep me company but you left me way too soon I want you to know I am doing the best I can I raise my glass to you tonight and toast with bad scotch for a good man bad scotch for a good man All grown up you’d sit with me and listen to my plans Shared your wisdom talking man to man Gave you a fancy single malt smooth as honey you said “spending more than 10 bucks, you’re wasting your money” So on this black night lit with a wink of sliver moon Your words keep me company but you left me way too soon I want you to know I am doing the best I can I raise my glass to you tonight and toast with bad scotch for a good man bad scotch for a good man No Glenn, Jack, or Johnnie, made friends with you just a big green plastic bottle aged a year or two No fancy packaging, or fancy label But you better be on sale if you want a seat at this table So on this black night lit with a wink of sliver moon Your words keep me company but you left me way too soon I want you to know I am doing the best I can I raise my glass to you tonight and toast with bad scotch for a good man, bad scotch for a good man Bad scotch for a good man Bad scotch for a good man Bad scotch for a good man Bad scotch for a good man
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Oh My Gosh 03:11
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Rolling down a river of asphalt Gotta get myself out of here Gotta get to a place and get me some space Where the wind softly blows through the trees When you look up in the big city All you see is concrete and glass There’s flashing bright lights, there’s rules you can’t fight There’s signs that say you can’t sit here And Oh my gosh, Ohanapecosh Gotta get myself back to the camp It’s gonna take a while build a warm fire Cause everything’s a little bit damp Gonna sit down and crack me a cold one Hang these wet socks out to dry And I swear that old tree just waved at me Filled up my heart and made my sole smile No keys or locks on my old tent Nobody here to do me no harm But a chipmunk took a bite of my dinner last night He thinks my camp site is his farm No worries, no cares amongst the old growth The Hemlocks and Firs get along No alarm clock to say be here or there today Except for the Raven at dawn And Oh my gosh, Ohanapecosh Gotta get myself back to the camp Well it’s gonna take a while build a warm fire Cause everything’s a little bit damp Gonna sit down and crack me a cold one Gonna hang these wet socks out to dry And I swear that old tree just waved at me Filled up my heart and made my sole smile And oh my gosh, Ohanapecosh Gotta get myself back to the camp Well it’s gonna take a while build a warm fire Cause everything, is a little bit damp
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Mr Warthog 04:48
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I had a dream the other day I was hunting for something to eat My only weapon was a guitar pick to rustle up wild game meat I sat patiently behind a tree to let to my guitar pick fly Like a lightning bolt, like a ninja star thrown at just the right time I heard a rustle in the brush grabbed the pick, and I threw it It flew into the dark A bullseye , just the ticket Out the brush comes’ this Warthog like that movie where the pig could sing Except he wore a bandana and was humming a tune by BB King He said “dude is this pick yours?” I said “uh yeah that’s mine” I was trying to rustle up some grub Sorry about your behind Well Mr. Warthog, gave a snort looked at me, this was his retort, he said Brother you got what you need to make a buck or two Gimme that old guitar you got and I’ll show you what to do You gotta pick it like this, strum it like that Sing the folks a story Put a bucket on the street, collect some change, and get a taste, of guitar glory Well I had never heard before a Warthog sing like that I was stunned, but before I could react There was a rustle in the brush and I threw another pick A figure rose up from the thicket I felt a little sick Out stepped a tattooed Moose he snorted and clawed the ground moving towards me like a big mack truck I thought I was heaven bound Mr. Moose handed me the pick and says “looks like you misfired You can try to run son, but you’ll just die tired” Fortunately, Mr. Warthog told him about what he knew how he also got hit with a guitar pick and suggested what I should do Well Mr. Moose, gave a snort looked at me , gave the same retort, he said Brother you got what you need to make a buck or two Gimme that old guitar you got and I’ll show you what to do You gotta pick it like this, strum it like that Sing the folks a story Put a bucket on the street, collect some change, and get a taste, of guitar glory Well soon I was sitting around a fire with woodland creatures We sang songs, and they told me stories about what nature can teach us We ate mushrooms and berries drank from a crystal stream until the sun peaked over the mountains now I am not sure if it was a dream Well I said good bye and wandered down the trail found a nice street corner to play on and an old rusty pale I started singing songs my woodlands friends taught me to play birds were singing, dogs were dancing and people started to sway So there is no moral to this story and I am not trying to preach You do you, but put a nickel in my bucket so I can get something to eat and I will always remember the words of Mr. Warthog and Mr. Moose when they cut loose, they said….. Brother you got what you need to make a buck or two Gimme that old guitar you got and I’ll show you what to do You gotta pick it like this, strum it like that Sing the folks a story Put a bucket on the street, collect some change, and get a taste, of guitar glory Get a taste of guitar glory Yeah get a taste of guitar glory
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Problems 04:20
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A long time ago a Sumerian man dragging a load on Mesopotamian land He said “give me a minute I’ll make you a deal” No longer a problem he invented the wheel Thomas Edison made a pitch to make sunshine at the flip of a switch This living in darkness is getting old No longer a problem he invented the light bulb I got problems you got em too Some problems are old, and some are new Give me a minute now what do you say I could solve all the problems just give me one more day The Wright brothers, they had a plan to fly like a bird all over the land Folks said “you boys are insane” No longer a problem they invented the airplane Now watch yourself sometimes the fix can create an unintended consequence Cars, gun powder, and even cell phones created bigger problems than the ones they solved One thing missing for this little song All they great women inventors and what they done Ignored by many from history books Hid their accomplishments like a bunch of crooks Shirley Jackson fiber optics Rosalind Franklin the Double Helix Hedy Lamarr gave us GPS Patricia Bath fixed cataracts Stephanie Kwolek invented Kevlar Tabatha Babbit the circular saw Grace Hopper wrote COBOL Mária Telkes the first solar home I got problems you got em too Some problems are old, and some are new Give me a minute now what do you say I could solve all the problems just give me one more day I got problems you got em too Some problems are old, and some are new Give US a minute, now what do you say We could solve all the problems Whatever Men and women Working together What do ya say ?
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First To Go 03:57
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Walked into the room, sun kissed his face My worried mind, takes a little break He gives me a smile, says take a seat I settle in, put up my feet I say “how’s it going?”, the question he was hoping for words like a river, from years before Tales of the past, he seems to glow After all these years, so much I didn’t know He tells me about victories and when he lost about all the girls he tried to love, how they broke his heart How he found his one and only swore he’d never let her go laying by her side when she left him all alone He said “I was supposed to be, the first to go” Sunset paints the sky, old man gives me a grin one story down, another one begins Deep lines around his eyes, yet a twinkle remains Ignited from his past again and again He tells me about adventures, all across the land with friends he’d have forever, at least that was the plan How he found his one and only swore he’d never let her go laying by her side when she left him all alone We don’t get to choose, the start or ending day We just get the in between and choices on the way F What will our story be, pen in our hand Take time to live, to love and understand Full Moon blows a chill into my bones Old man and me, all the others have gone home River slows, he stares into space Old man in the moon shines a light on the old man’s face He tells me there’s not much to do before he leaves this place Mind right but body worn and just can’t keep the pace How he found his one and only swore he’d never let her go Soon to be together never more alone He said “I was supposed to be, the first to go”
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Pine Needle Trail 03:45
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Walked down Roman streets, Looked up at the Eifel Tower Side glance from Mona Lisa Paris street lamp in a light rain shower Thousands kneeling in prayer Gilded mosque in Abu Dhabi Camels and Lamborghinis Sun so bright it can make you cry I’ve been all over the world And I can tell you many a tale But I have never seen more beauty Than a stand of old growth and a pine needle trail Inside the Sistine Chapel Gazed up at Michelangelo’s ceiling Rooms filled with the “spoils of war” Left me with an uneasy feeling I’ve been all over the world And I can tell you many a tale But I have never seen more beauty Than a stand of old growth and a pine needle trail Paint on canvas, temples of stone Searching for answers to know the unknown Nature rooted in place Branches overhead wooded trail underfoot Delivers me to that space I’ve been all over the world And I can tell you many a tale But I have never seen more beauty Than a stand of old growth and a pine needle trail A stand of old growth, A stand of old growth, and a pine needle trail
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Muffins Fruit Salad and Eggs 03:15
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Time marches on the whole year long, the earth roles round the sun Days are long, weekends short, not enough time for fun Once in awhile to make me smile Things kinda get out of hand I wake up late the very next morning and my head rings like a brass band Turn on the tube or read a magazine some nut is running his mouth What to eat , what you can’t, some pill they tell you all about Stumble to the table the very next day Got that brass band ringing in my head Asked the cook what’s for breakfast and here is what they said Muffins fruit salad and eggs (and beer), Muffins fruit salad and eggs, (and beer) Listen no more to the talking heads Let me make this perfectly clear Muffins fruit salad and eggs (and beer), Muffins fruit salad and eggs, (and beer) Forget last night, the dog don’t bite, and it’ll cure what’s ringing in your ears Next time you go out on the town, And you leave your brain laying in the back seat You have one too many and few many more, and your thoughts are missing a beat Ignore talking heads about what is what when ya did what you shouldn’t have done Go to the fridge, put your hand on a can open a morning of fun Muffins fruit salad and eggs (and beer), Muffins fruit salad and eggs, (and beer) Listen no more to the talking heads Let me make this perfectly clear Muffins fruit salad and eggs (and beer), Muffins fruit salad and eggs, (and beer) Forget last night, the dog don’t bite, and it’ll cure what’s ringing in your ears Muffins fruit salad and eggs (and beer), Muffins fruit salad and eggs, (and beer) Listen no more to the talking heads Let me make this perfectly clear Muffins fruit salad and eggs (and beer), Muffins fruit salad and eggs, (and beer) Forget last night, the dog don’t bite, and it’ll cure what’s ringing in your ears Forget last night, the dog don’t bite, and it’ll cure what’s ringing in your ears

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New album out called "The Counter". Songs about nature, trees, heartache, breakfast suggestions that include beer and a singing Warthog. What more could you want ?

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released May 19, 2023

Lyrics and Music: Terry Mutter
Guitars, Bass, Piano, Harmonica, Percussion on tracks 4, 7, 8. Terry Mutter
Recording and Production: Terry Mutter at Keep It Going Records
Mixing and Mastering: Brandon Kreutel at Crescent Sun Records

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Terry Mutter is a singer song writer who writes music sharing stories of the joys and complexities of the human spirit

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