Brian Cutler

Brian Cutler

 Seattle, Washington, USA
SoloFolkAmericana

Brian Cutler delivers a powerful acoustic show with just two microphones and his collection of guitars.

Biography

Brian Cutler is a solo acoustic artist who plays mainly original songs but also throws in the occasional bizarre cover tune.



Lyrics

Hear the Wind Blow

Written By: Brian Cutler

Hear the Wind Blow

Fly
In the trees that you bend
In the message you send
When you visit the land

Sigh
And the breathing sounds strange
Like the landscapes you change
With a wave of your hand

And I’ll keep my head low while the bellows are raging
Summertime thunder, and winter’s invasion of snow
Hear the wind blow

Why
Is it stillness to you?
How can you refuse
with a storm on the rise?

Here
Take my anger instead
You can break it like bread
When you swallow your pride

And the wind will reveal you wherever you’re hiding
Peel back the rooftop and level the siding you know
Hear the wind blow

Cries
Are you deaf to that sound?
Is there warmth to be found in your canyons of gold?

Lies
Just more legerdemain
You can drink it like rain
With the blood that you sold

And somewhere there’s shelter for all of the righteous
And if there is justice your larcenies might just be told
Hear the wind blow

© 2008 Flora and Fauna Music BMI

I Know There's a Hand on the Other Side

Written By: Brian Cutler

I Know There’s a Hand on the Other Side

I’ve known this river all of my life
Watched as she’s washed away good times and bad,
Peace, and strife
Times of plenty, times of loss
Though I’ve never been across
But I know there’s a hand
Oh I know there’s a hand
Yes I know there’s a hand on the other side

I’ve been out fishing
Without a hook and a line
I’ve been out looking for love
Among the cruel and unkind
All my crying it hears
And it’s filled with my own tears
But I know there’s a hand
Oh I know there’s a hand
Yes I know there’s a hand on the other side

Sometimes a levee, no matter how high
Can never hold back the flood
Sometimes your freedom, your sweet freedom
You got to buy it with blood
Oh this rising may not be
In time for me
But I know there’s a hand
Oh I know there’s a hand
Yes I know there’s a hand on the other side

© 2009 Flora and Fauna Music, BMI

Little Did She Know

Written By: Brian Cutler

Little Did She Know

Little did she know that someone would appear
To make the nighttime race along and make the morning near
Little did she understand how hot a heart could burn
Little did she know just how much she would learn

She didn’t have a clue, she didn’t have a whim
When all her clever alibis were coming out of him
Never in her wildest dreams did she see herself fall
She didn’t have a clue, but now she’s seen it all

Bridge 1: Didn’t see it coming that the dues on her long-neck blues
Was all about speculation
How was she to know that the cover for the show was there for education

Never could she figure out that someday she would feel
Like simple conversation could fill her like a meal
Couldn’t get it through her head how fast it all went down
Never could she figure out that she could turn around

Bridge 2: Thinking ‘bout a time in the past when a lover was the last
In her day-to-day occupations
When it came to schoolin’—long days foolin’
Where’s the graduation?

Little did she know, little did she see
That country heartache radio could fit her to a tee
Driving as the sun arrives above the western lands
Little did she know but now she understands

© 2008 Flora and Fauna Music BMI

Mississippi Mudbone

Written By: Brian Cutler

Mississippi Mudbone

Word on the yard is you’re gonna make a break
Tellin’ ya, son, it’s a big mistake
And it ain’t the razor wire or the shotgun rounds
‘Cause when they come to get you, leading the parade
The closest thing to Hell that’s ever been made
A half dozen, blood thirsty, Mississippi Mudbone hounds

He got a long black tail
And a howlin’ wail
Track a man on the run over miles of earth and stone
He got hair like wire
He got breath like fire
They call that dog a Mississippi Mudbone

They took the blackest Mississippi mud
Mixed it with a gallon of the Devil’s own blood
Threw in a gator’s good-natured disposition
They made him long and they made him lean
They made him big and they made him mean
And anyone he bites got a new kinda air condition

When I was a young man they put up a bounty
Mudbone chased me to Yalobusha County
I ran passed a mountain lion and a wild hog
Scrambled up a gum tree like it was a trifle
All I saw below me was teeth and a rifle
Shoot me in the head right now, or shoot that dog

© 2008 Flora and Fauna Music BMI

Brownsville Boys

Written By: Brian Cutler

The Brownsville Boys

Awaken young man and hear my voice
Believe what you will see
For I am the last of the Brownsville Boys
The pride of west Tennessee
We were two score and twelve young brave men and true
Brothers and cousins and friends
And we left one day for to wear the gray
And fight with Robert E. Lee

We were out on a raid in the Ioway
We caught some Yankees unaware
The barrels rang hot from the rounds that we shot
The rebel yell filled the air
But what we didn’t know was that just down the road
Coming to the aid of their own
Was combined the cavalry and the well-armed infantry
Of the Ninth New Hampshire Volunteers

Oh the rifles did crack and the balls did fly
The Brownsville Boys were on the run
The wounded cried out for the mercy of death
And in silence that mercy did come
Until only I alone did remain on the road
Standing in the dead of my kin
When a corporal in blue took his Spencer .42
And ended my days beneath the sun

I can see that you doubt what my story’s about
No doubt you think you’re still asleep
But the news will be relayed of the Brownsville raid
And the date with fate that we did keep
And when what I have sung is retold with mortal tongue
Recall this visit from me
And sing Dixie one last time for the Brownsville Boys
The pride of west Tennessee
Oh sing Dixie one last time for the Brownsville Boys
The pride of west Tennessee

©Brian Cutler
2004 Flora and Fauna Music (BMI)

Look Back and Wave

Written By: Brian Cutler

Look Back and Wave

Somehow I knew you couldn’t stay
This town did nothing but get in your way
But here I was born and I’ll never leave
‘Till the day my blue soul goes unsheathed
I will say to you, and I’ll pray
Look back and wave
Look back and wave
Look back and wave
As you walk yourself across
The palm of God’s hand

Right at this moment, I do believe
If I just put my heart back on my sleeve
That you can still hear me
Through this veil that now
Won’t let me put my arms around you somehow
So I’ll say to you, and I’ll pray
Look back and wave
Look back and wave
Look back and wave
As you walk yourself across
The palm of God’s…

Hand me my shoes
I need a union of soles now to walk off these blues
Hand me my cane
Able at last
To see the things I meant to you in the past
When you cried…

Look back and wave
Look back and wave
Look back and wave
As you walk yourself across
The palm of God’s hand

© 2004 Flora and Fauna BMI

Last Train

Written By: Brian Cutler

Last Train

When the last train comes I won’t be afraid
Free at last of the chains I’ve made
Live you life with love…love will find you
Live your life with love…love will find you
Hiding away, hiding away, hiding away

When the last train comes I’m going to get on board
Jokes and twenty questions for the Lord
Everything you know—good enough
Everything you know—good enough
Now forget, now forget, now forget

Everyone you know then surround you
In and out of shadows playing games with
The light of dawn

When the last train comes I’m going to vanish clean
Leave no trace of the fool I’ve been
Live you life with love…love will find you
Live your life with love…love will find you
Hiding away, hiding away, hiding away

©Brian B. Cutler
June 25, 2004

All Good Things

Written By: Brian Cutler

All Good Things

What did we defame in the hour of our indifference?
The vengeance we resisted, but in the end was free
So we let that horse run wild and it flew into the darkness
With anything we ever might have wanted or believed

And all good things, the roses and the sun
Either wilt or set before their work is done
Like the high a love’s consoling words can bring
Hear the whispers find their silences
See them go the way of all good things

Notwithstanding love, did my heart become a burden?
Did it grow itself inside you, ‘till your own was hard to find?
I would never be so stained as to walk on what we promised
But you said let what we’ve become be excused with time

And all good things, the circus and the song
Strikes the tent or strikes a chord and moves along
Like the perfect notes the opera singer sings
There’s the beauty and the brevity
See them go the way of all good things

Now you seem so still, could it be that you’ve forgotten
The language we invented—only you and I could breathe
Let the words that we made up find their way into the distance
And live inside the houses that we own but cannot keep

And all good things, the summer and the beach
Always ends up windy days out on the reach
So light the fire, close the door, and wait for spring
Hibernate the hopes and harmonies
See them go the way of all good things

© 2009 Flora & Fauna BMI

Discography

"Night Crossing"--a ten song debut CD available on CDBaby, iTunes, DigStation, and at all BC and Sam performances.

Set List

We perform all original music. Most of our set comes from our "Night Crossing" CD.