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songs by Jane Butters & others

 
The lyrics of all of Jane's songs are included in a 12 page booklet which comes with the CD - all words and music by Jane Butters unless otherwise stated.
On this page, the songs are listed in the order they were written during the Spring of 2002.
 
 

Nobody’s Busyin’ and a Buzzin’ ‘Bout Me

Composed on the first day of our holiday
cycling through New Zealand countryside


I am a travelling girl,
Not staying home no more.
I’ve packed my bags,
Closed that door,
Nobody’s gettin’ at me no more.
I’m gonna spread my wings,
See a few things
With nobody busyin’ and a buzzin’ ‘bout me.

I thought about a boat,
I thought about a train,
I see myself pumpin’ up the bicycle again.
I’ll be sailing like a boat,
Puffin’ like a train
But there’s nobody busyin’ and a buzzin’ ‘bout me.

Can you imagine the ease
Of sweeping through the breeze,
All that fun. All that sun,
With only the birds and the bees about me.
They’ll be up in the sky
Rising so high,
Be the only ones busyin’ and a buzzin’ ‘bout me.

I am a travelling girl,
Not staying home no more,
I’ve packed my bags,
Closed that door,
‘Cos nobody’s getting at me no more!

Why don’t you follow your dream?
Leave that job behind.
For Heaven’s sake
Make that break,
Nobody getting at you no more!
Just think how you’d be,
Think how you’d feel,
With nobody faxin’ and a phonin’ at you.

You could think about a boat,
Think about a ‘plane,
I bet you won’t be struggling down that motorway again.
You’ll be cruising like a yacht,
Skipping like a child,
‘Cos there’s nobody faxin’ and a phonin’ at you.

Can you imagine the heat?
The people you’d meet,
All that fun. All that sun,
With only the birds and the bees about you,
They’ll be up in the sky
Rising so high,
Be the only ones busyin’ and a buzzin’ ‘bout you.

You’ll be a travelling like me,
Not staying home no more,
We’ll have packed our bags,
Closed that door
‘Cos nobody’s getting at us no more!

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The Rainbow

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Marlbororough Sound

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Going through Mavora

 

I’m Painting a Picture of You

Inspired by another beautiful view in New Zealand

When I see mountains,
Valleys and fountains,
When I see woodlands,
A track running through,
I’d never feel lonely,
I’d be with you only,
I’ll be painting a picture of you.

And if it’s at night,
You’d hold me so tight,
You are beside me now,
I’ll be soothing your brow
With kisses like now
As I’m painting this picture of you.

If you smell rosebuds,
Polish or soapsuds,
If you smell pancakes,
A potful of tea,
You’d never feel lonely,
Just think of me only,
Try painting this picture of me.

And if you feel cold,
And not very bold,
You’d know that I’d like you to see;
I’ll be warming your heart,
Just like the part
Of the picture you’re painting of me.

So when I see mountains,
Valleys and fountains,
Even a shoreline ever so blue,
I’d never feel lonely,
I’ll be with you only,
For the picture I’m painting is you.

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Towards Hanmer Springs

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Cape Reinga

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The Top of North Island

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The Rainbow

 

Behind Those Eyes so Blue

Written while resting from cycling up a steep hill

When I see you smile at me
With those eyes so blue,
You open up your heart to me
Because I know it’s true.

But if you cast those eyes aside,
I’ll still be here for you,
I’d open up my arms so wide,
You’d know I was for you.

So if you feel the need to go,
I’ll still be here for you,
Because of course, it’s you I know
Behind those eyes so blue.

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The Molesworth

 

As Musical As You

Having written 3 songs while cycling, I now realised how much I missed a jazz pianist

I know so many thump those keys,
They seldom use their ears, ( Oh dear! )
It’s why Tom, tonight, I need from you
Your special harmonies. ( Ok boys, in you come )

Because of course, I’ve been away ( biking in NZ )
As if behind some gauze; ( making up wee tunes )
I never heard a single sound
As musical as yours.

I’ve looked I’ve listened everywhere, ( as well as in our tent )
And even in a pause;
No one ever played a chord
As musical as yours.

I heard a song or two you’d like, ( well maybe? )
They opened up some jaws, ( to rhyme with yours )
But none that wrote those notes to float
As musically as yours.

So when you rest your weary head, ( and it will be by tonight )
You’ll lay it on its bed,
Please sing this little song I wrote, ( and don’t forget )
I’ve left it on your shelf.

And when you reach that special line,
Repeat it to yourself. ( and here it comes again )
There never was a single soul
As musical as mine.

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"Nose Down" Ma Man’s Comin’ Home Tonight

Written in anticipation of a four day cycle ride through uninhabited country in New Zealand, the “Molesworth Track.”

Nose down; gotta lot a work to do.
I gotta clean all the sheets,
Scrub all those floors,
What about the coffee stain that’s right by the door?
Nose down, clean all the bugs in the rugs,
Hairs in the chairs. Why?
‘Cos ma man’s comin’ home tonight.

Must get the baking all finished by one,
Must get the ironing all ready and done.
Then I will take a little twirl,
‘Cos I’m a happy girl,
‘Cos ma man’s comin’ home tonight.

Nose down; still a lot a work to do.
I gotta feed those dogs,
Light those fires;
What about the checkin’ of the budgerigars?
Nose down, I always make a second rule,
Keep myself cool. Why?
‘Cos ma man’s comin’ home tonight.

Must stop the kids all fighting by five,
Must make sure that the baby’s alive.
Then I will take a final twirl,
‘Cos I’m a happy girl,
‘Cos ma man’s comin’ home tonight.

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The Molesworth


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The start of our journey from Tip to Top

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Mount Cook

New Zealand Here I Come

New Zealand, here I come.
Scotland, you’re done!
‘Cos I’m going on a bicycle ride;
I’m gonna get away and get some winter sun.
I’ve left behind my precious friends,
But we’ll meet again when the biking’s all done.
I tell you what, I’m going to get:
It’s a very sore bum!

New Zealand, here I come.
Scotland, you’re done!
Oh will you come and ride with me?
We’ll never get the mist and rain, hopefully.
They’ve great steak pies; OW! Big sand flies,
So if you’re gonna come with me you’d better not mind.
I tell you what, you’re going to get:
It’s a very, very, sore bum.

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Stopping to paint a watercolour of Mount Cook

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Queenstown and the Earnslaw

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Golf at Lake Wanaka

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Top of Ben Lomond above Queenstown

 

Why Won’t You Even Take a Look at Me?

Based on Chopin’s Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2.

Oh please will you love me,
I dream, I pray you’ll kiss me,
Each night as I’d hold you,
No one could love you quite as much as me.

For I saw you this morning,
You were at church in the pew behind me.
I watched you praying,
I peeped through my fingers as I prayed to God.
Oh please will you love me,
I dream, I pray, you’ll take me
And then we’d get married,
Why won’t you even take a look at me?

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Fishing on the Rees River - Glenorchy

 

16. I Think He’ll Have To Go

Beethoven gave me the idea.

Ba Ba Doo Dah, Ba Ba Doo Dah,
My warning bells are out!

I sense a kind of silence,
I sense a sort of hole,
I have a sort of feeling,
I think he’ll have to go.

So what will I be saying to him
When he comes round tonight?
It’s not as if we quarrel,
It’s not as if we fight.

It’s just that sort of emptiness
Each time he holds my hand.
I’ll have to tell him somehow,
I hope he’ll understand.

Oh how’ll I keep from telling him,
Oh how can I explain?
He’s bound to think it’s all his love
That’s causing me this pain.

Then suddenly the Gods were out,
For I had turned about,
And now at last it had occurred
He’d heard my every word.

Ba Ba Doo Dah, Ba Ba Doo Dah,
My warning bells are out.

So if you find you’re in this game
And have to do the same;
Be kind and gentle with him so
That he can easily go.

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Marlborough Sound

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Mount Cook

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Road and rail traffic share bridge over river - West Coast

Alfred

Based on the two soprano recitatives from Bach’s St. Matthew Passion: No18 “Wiewohl mein Herz in Tranen schwimmt”, and No 57 “Er hat uns allen wohlgetan”.

Oh Alfred, how I love you so,
Each night you’re gone,
How I long to hold you,
When I see your van outside,
When I see you drive away,
When I wonder where you’ll go,
That’s why I feel so far from you.

Oh Alfred, please come back to me,
I love you so,
No questions I’ll ask,
For I know it’s hard for you,
Never easy on your own,
On that road temptation there,
My arms are open for you always.

 


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Wedding day - a few years back!!

 

Tom, David and Paul

Written as a compliment to the three pianists with whom I have worked. Mark is my violin teacher.

Oh Tom, David and Paul,
I love you all.
Could I take you all once?
Could I take you for lunch?
‘Cos I definitely love you all.

But what would I do if Mark finds out?
He’s a little cutie too.
I’d be wavering like a quaver,
Very bad behaviour,
‘Cos I definitely love him too.

Oh Tom, David and Paul,
I love you all.
David, would you rave it now?
Would you swing for me now?
’Cos I definitely love you too.

Oh Tom, David and Paul,
I love you all.
I could take you Tom to bed, ( Sauce! )
That’s exactly what I said,
‘Cos I definitely love you too.

Oh Tom David and Paul,
I love you all.
I could eat you up, Paul,
You’re no trouble at all,
‘Cos I definitely love you too.

But what would I do if Mark finds out?
He’s a little cutie too.
He’s my teacher on the fiddle,
Makes a tricky riddle,
‘Cos I definitely love him too

Oh Tom David and Paul,
I love you all.
But there’s John I quite forgot,
He’s the best of the lot,
And I definitely love him too.

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Lake Hawea

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Golden Bay - top of South Island

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Going through Mavora Lakes

 

14. I Have a Little Friend Outside

Material possessions are not everything

I have a little friend outside,
He hasn’t got a lot,
But he’s perfectly content,
Tucked up inside his little cardboard box.

I wonder if I could be like him?
I wonder if I could sleep like him?
Without my creams,
Without my dreams of
Having a country house beside the sea… for I’d be

Wanting to buy a brand new yacht
With a crew and a captain and I tell you what…
It wouldn’t stop there
For I’d need a teddy bear
To cuddle me, and care for me caressing me all day.

I’ve listened to my friend outside,
He sings a little tune,
It’s about the month of June;
He surfs, he sails, he rides his bike,
Balloons across the air.

I always wish he would tell me how
He often flies on a carpet high,
With wings of gold, across the sky,
Tho’ he’s really tucked up tight inside his cardboard box.

I’ve asked my little friend inside,
But he doesn’t like my house
And I haven’t got a mouse
To pick up all the titbits from my daily picnic lunch.

If you meet my little friend outside,
You can read him like a book
If you take a careful look…
‘Cos he’s singing his little song for you.

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Lake Te Anau

 

On The Sunnny Side of The Street

Words: Dorothy Fields
Music: Jimmy McHugh

 

 

Bewitched

Words: Lorenz Hart
Music: Richard Rodgers

 

 

Tenderly

Words:Walter Gross
Music: Jack Lawrence

 

 

 

The Folks Who Live On The Hill

Words: Oscar Hammerstein II
Music: Jerome Kern

 

 

 

How Long Has This Been Going On?

Words & Music: George & Ira Gershwin

 

 

 

Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man

Words: Oscar Hammerstein II
Music Jerome Kern

 

 

 

Total running time: 56 mins & 52 secs