Puff Beaddy
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"Cook & Saw" — Mister Bead works two trades with one pair of hands: he cooks (kitchen heat, the pass) and he saws (workshop blade, the build). Dual metaphor throughout — mise en place meets measure-twice-cut-once. Thesis: craft over clout, "real ones build it, fake ones jaw." Signature production gimmick: kitchen + shop foley as percussion (knife, sizzle, table-saw, sander, oven-ding). 3 versions: V1 Cook & Saw (balanced flex), V2 The Pass (kitchen-forward, "yes chef"), V3 Sawdust (workshop-forward). 6 productions: Mise En Place (boom-bap) / Sizzle (trap) / Greasy Spoon (funk-soul) / The Workbench (industrial) / Family Meal (warm soul) / Back Shop Lo-Fi. Lore: Oakville workshop, the wagon's parts cut by hand, precision-as-craft. No real people, zero slurs — copyright gates passed. Brief from Tee (2026-06-11). Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 4.8 (1M context) <noreply@anthropic.com>
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# Cook & Saw — Lyrics (Version 3: Sawdust)
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**Artist:** Mister Bead
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**Track:** Cook & Saw (V3 — workshop-forward)
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**Length target:** 3:00–3:30
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TITLE: Cook & Saw (Sawdust)
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ARTIST: Mister Bead
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[INTRO — shop door rolls up, table saw spins, pencil behind the ear click, ~8 bars]
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(Square it. Level it.)
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(Sawdust in the lungs, that's the smell of done.)
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(Mister Bead in the shop.)
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[HOOK]
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Sawdust (sawdust), I build what I want,
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measure twice in my head 'fore the blade get to front.
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You buy it off a shelf, I cut it from the trunk,
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Mister Bead make a throne out of two-by-four junk.
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Sawdust (sawdust), I cut and I cook,
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every joint that I make is a verse and a hook.
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Real hands, real grain, real proof in the work —
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you just postin' the receipt, I'm the one with the dirt.
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[VERSE 1]
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Rip cut, cross cut, miter forty-five,
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I been makin' somethin' real since the day I arrived.
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Grain don't lie, a level don't bend,
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a crooked little shortcut is a job you redo, friend.
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I sand it 'til it's silk, I joint it 'til it's true,
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glue-up overnight, clamp it, let it cure through.
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The wagon in the driveway? I cut half them parts,
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Oakville cold garage where the cold project starts.
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Pencil behind the ear, tape measure on the hip,
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I don't talk about the build, I just let the sawdust drip.
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[HOOK]
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Sawdust (sawdust), I build what I want,
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measure twice in my head 'fore the blade get to front.
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You buy it off a shelf, I cut it from the trunk,
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Mister Bead make a throne out of two-by-four junk.
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[VERSE 2]
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Then I wash my hands and I light up the stove,
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'cause a builder gotta eat from the trove that he wove.
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Cook & saw, same code, same patient little law:
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respect the material — the wood and the raw.
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You can fake a flex, you can't fake a fit,
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a drawer that don't close gon' expose all the sh— wait —
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keep it clean: a joint that don't seat is a lie,
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and I don't tell 'em, never have, that's the reason I'm fly.
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Dovetail tight, dinner hot, day done right,
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Mister Bead build the table AND the appetite.
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[BRIDGE — sander whine, then it cuts to a single fingerpicked guitar]
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At the end of the day, brush the dust off the bench,
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plate a plate for the crew, pour a cup, take a wrench.
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Nothin' bought it for me, I cut it, I cooked,
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and the realest kind of rich is a life that you took
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and you MADE — with your hands, with your heat, with your blade.
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(Sawdust… sawdust… and the bills all paid.)
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[FINAL HOOK]
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Sawdust (sawdust), I build what I want,
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measure twice in my head 'fore the blade get to front.
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You buy it off a shelf, I cut it from the trunk,
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Mister Bead make a throne out of two-by-four junk.
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Real hands, real grain, real proof in the work —
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you just postin' the receipt, I'm the one with the dirt.
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[OUTRO — saw winds down, broom sweeping, oven ding far off]
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(Shop swept. Dinner's on.)
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Cook & saw… cook & saw…
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(Made it myself. Every inch.)
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