Guitars, bass, vocals, programming, mixing and editing for this video by Jon Bernreuter.
Song written and recorded by Pain from Tuscaloosa/ Jacksonville, Alabama. Released in 1999 on their album Full Speed ahead on Vegas Records.
CD available on iTunes, hard copy and other merch available at http://www.thepainpage.com . I just bought a shirt last week, so the site still works!!!
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Many moons ago, I promised Pain guitarist Adam Guthrie I would make a full-band version of "Futz Said Julie." I finally did it, and here it is.
The drums are fake because I live in an apartment right now, and the horns are fake because I don't know how to play them or own any. Everything else is real and not quantized or tuned.
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There we stood on our dark and isolated planetoid
Shivering like a San Andreas windowpane
Suddenly looking up and seeing for the first time
The high, suspended moon
Vain attempts with rocks to deplot the thing
Failed like springloaded boots and cowboy lassoings
Suddenly we heard Julie for the very first time
And her voice was warm as June
She said, "What you need is a rocket,
But a rocket's not an easy thing to make"
"We got one," we said
"It's too low on gas
To get three feet above the grass"
And Julie said, "Futz"
"Futz," said Julie
"Futz around until my return"
The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say
We perused our ramshackle rocketship
We observed its myriad requirements
We saw it needed a stronger hull
An electrical boosts
And a year's worth of supplies
Well the news stretched out like an octopus
And in time, attracted a following
A following made of freaks and geeks of the very best kind
To enable us to fly
What we had was a rocket when we finished
But a rocket's complete
With empty tanks
It's too low on gas
To get three feet
Above the grass
And Julie said, "Futz"
"Futz," said Julie
"Futz around until my return"
The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say
Moms, dads, people that we never see
People that we otherwise would never hang around with
No battalion, every general stands alone
Moms, dads, people that we never see
People that we otherwise would never hang around with
No battalion, every general stands alone
Be strong, honest, try and keep your nose clean
Julie's coming back with gasoline
Yeah!!!
And Julie said, "Futz"
"Futz," said Julie
"Futz around until my return"
The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say
And Julie said, "Futz"
"Futz," said Julie
"Futz around until my return"
The definition of "futz" was something we had yet to learn
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say
But we tried to do it anyway, anyway
'Cause Julie, we'll do anything you say
Woah, oh, I!
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