Take The Slow Train

by Philip Jeays

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released April 18, 2016

Philip Jeays: Vocal, guitar, other nonsense
Vince Cordell: Piano
John Peacock: Solo electric guitar
William George Q: Bass
Arvin Johnson: Drums
David Blanchard: Saxophone
Adam Thrupney-Watt: Trumpet
Saul Moine: Trombone
Jim Smith: Bass trombone
Lucy Capel: Clarinet

And the massed ranks of the Aldercott Philharmonic Orchestra

All songs written by Philip Jeays and arranged by Vince Cordell, Philip Jeays and William George Q

Thanks to Pete, Emma, Geoff, Will, Robin, Robb, Paul Jackson, Ali at Brighton Road, all of the musicians above as well as David Harrod, Jezza Campbell, and Paul and Kerry Stapleton

Cover photo by Steve Best
Recorded at Ditton Pye and Brighton Road studios
Mixed and mastered by Vince Cordell at the Little Alabama School House
A Ditton Pye Production for Irregular Records

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Track Name: Here She Comes
HERE SHE COMES

The height of the season
The heat crawls and clings
Waiters in waistcoats stand in alleys
And smoke by the bins
Then just when you think
It couldn’t get hotter
That’s when the fire begins
And here she comes

Rising and falling
Her way through the crowd
A barber’s blade riding
A long strap
A skirt of tight leather
She’s naked under her sweater

And somewhere there between
The alley and the orchard
Somewhere there between
The talking and the touching
Somewhere there between
The desert and the ocean
There somewhere
You’ll call her name
And the old men will smile
For they know all too well
There is a time to fall in love
And a time to run like hell

The wind rises up
And blows in from the shore
While boys playing pinball twist and shout
And kites rattle and soar
But just when you think
It’s turning cooler
The weatherman points to the door
And here she comes

Walking like treacle
Poured over a spoon
Her toffee-blonde hair tied up
Falls down
She moves like the ocean
She rocks and rolls in slow motion

And somewhere there between
The orchard and the apple
Somewhere there between
The touching and the kissing
Somewhere there between
The ocean and the drinking
There somewhere
You’ll sigh her name
And the old men will smile
For the old men recall
How sometimes you fall in love
But sometimes you just fall

Down, down, down
Down, down
And the lights float away
Down, down
And the colours all run
Then just when you think
It’s all over
You find out it’s barely begun
And here she comes

Coy and beguiling
All glitter and fog
Beautiful, rueful
Her eyes rise
Like a saint on a window
A stained-glass holy placebo

And somewhere there between
The apple and the maggot
Somewhere there between
The kissing and the silver
Somewhere there between
The drinking and the salt
There somewhere
You’ll curse her name
And the old men will smile
To hear you complain
For they know, just one hint of a kiss
And you’ll do it all over again
Track Name: Thoughts Of Adeline
THOUGHTS OF ADELINE

She pulls on her coat
With a butterfly stroke
The most beautiful girl in the world
She flicks out her hair
That her collar trapped there
The most beautiful girl in the world

I’d tease her then inventing men
Who never had possessed her
Who’d end their grief somewhere beneath
An off-peak train to Leicester
She’d punch my arm and laugh
And chase me down
The garden path

And how many flowers in Spring
Heads bobbing in the wind
I cut down for Adeline
She would laugh and I would sing
Days like dandelions blowing in the wind
But oh how strange still to find
These years bring to mind
Thoughts of Adeline
Thoughts of Adeline

The fragile breaking daylight shone
So delicately on her
New York brownstone eyes beyond
Their fire escape mascara
She dances down the silence
Of city streets in early dawn
And half asleep, on the train she draws pictures
On my arm, then she says

‘Come and find me Sunday
Underneath the weeping willow’
And there in musk and white muslin
Her knees tucked in beneath her chin
She took my heart unopposed
With one eye open
And one eye closed

And how many flowers in Spring
Heads bobbing in the wind
I cut down for Adeline
She would laugh and I would sing
Days like dandelions blowing in the wind
But oh how strange still to find
These years bring to mind
Thoughts of Adeline
Thoughts of Adeline
Track Name: Take The Slow Train
TAKE THE SLOW TRAIN

The gardens are mown
And the hedges are sheared
There’s no sign of flames
But you can smell the fire
God loves a man
In hat and a beard
To dream is human
But fancy-dress is divine
There’s a warning on your peanuts
Packet may contain nuts
Just look at how the rivers
All run into the sea

There’s a man in the precinct
He could be a deviant
He could be the anti-Christ
He could be the chosen one
He doesn’t seem to blink
He doesn’t care what you think
He’s a bona fide nickel-plated
Grade A consumer
He’s a man on a mission
He’s got laser beam precision
He walks like a stranger
But he knows like a madman

That’s the way
You find Jesus
That’s the way
You buy your car insurance
That’s the way
You accessorise
That’s the way
You’re an individual

People travel miles
To lay flowers for a child
They never even knew
It’s conspicuous compassion
It’s sentiment as status
It’s lining the procession
Emotions are credentials
When people crave importance
Watch the angry man
Run to hit the prison van
Just look at how the rivers
All run into the sea

There’s a man on my TV
Showing me his MBE
They pat him on the head
And tell him he’s a good boy
Everybody needs a prize
To make them feel special
A martyr has his paradise
A mistress picks out something nice
Have yourself another slice
Buy into the dream
Your life is over
With your first down payment

That’s the way
You find Jesus
That’s the way
You buy your car insurance
That’s the way
You accessorise
That’s the way
You’re an individual

It doesn’t matter who you are
We’ve got the colour just for you
We’ve got a range of finishes
Designed with you in mind

Look into the dark
You can still see the light
But it’s fainter now
And there are papers to sell
Keep your head down
And you’ll be alright
Just pop your top off
Hey, we can sell that smile
Magazine snappers snap
Side boob and thigh gap
Just look at how the rivers
All run into the sea

Take a brief nonentity
Forge a golden effigy
Put them on a pedestal
Call them a celebrity
This is the realm of Sisyphus
This is the modern alchemy
Another burning Icarus’s
Meltdown in the Sun
Looking for a fire escape
A diet or a sex tape
Grasping for glitter
In the noise and circus

That’s the way
You find Jesus
That’s the way
You buy your car insurance
That’s the way
You accessorise
That’s the way
You’re an individual

Oh yeah
The kids are in love again
They’ve got a new buzz again
And everything’s amazing
Have you heard this band?
They’ve got a bandoneon
They’ve got an accordion
They’ve got a mandolin
And someone dressed like an Edwardian
Time will tell
But you know damn well
It’s just a matter of when
They’re gonna break America

That’s the way
You find Jesus
That’s the way
You buy your car insurance
That’s the way
You accessorise
That’s the way
You’re an individual

You know you want it
You know you want it

You want a piece of everything
You want to live in orange skin
You want to all be different
Just as long as you’re the same
You want to sieve war graves for peace
You want to know the hand of God
You want a tilt at paradise
With faith and home essentials

You’ve got time, you’ve got views
You’ve got interactive news
So why not tell us what you think
Hashtag la la la
You’ve got blood, you’ve got fire
You’ve got all your heart’s desire
And when the world ends
You can film it on your phone

And all the boys
Well they just wanna be
And all the girls
They’re like ‘don’t look at me’
And all the boys
They model Summer clothes
And all the girls want a ride
With the soft top down
Well

It doesn’t matter who you are no
We’ve got the colour just for you
We’ve got a range of finishes
Designed, designed with you in mind

Take it down
Spin it around now
Take it down
Spin it around now
Take the slow train home
Take the slow train home
Take the slow train home
Take the slow train
Track Name: Mavis
MAVIS

There’s a black girl on the corner
By the old newspaper stand
Wearing headphones, eating cherries
She spits the stones into her hand
Nodding to the music
She sways and taps her feet
Dancing in the early
Evening heat

And milling on the pavement
Boys stand around outside
Thin and sharp as razors
But still trying to look wide
They tense like drivers waiting
For the lights to change
But they’re just going through the gears
And back again
Though something of those feelings
Still remains

The black girl eats her cherries
Then she throws the stones away
She walks down through the market
As it folds itself away
She teeters on the kerbside
As she waits to cross the road
And she smiles at the man
Who lets her go

The faithful march to prayer
Clinging on for all they’re worth
They know their gods are dying
As they retreat they scorch the earth
They blame the gays and godless
For the famine or the rain
But they’re just going through the gears
And back again
Though something of those feelings
Still remains

The black girl meets her boy
And she greets him with a kiss
And watching I remember
It was on a night like this
When we were just teenagers
How Johnny took the piss
That night when I first
Kissed you Mavis

I think that I last saw you
At the end of Connaught Road
Just before they pulled the house down
When the cracks already showed
And I told you that I loved you
And we never spoke again
You were just going through the gears
And back again
Though something of those feelings
Still remains

The black girl walks away
Arm in arm with her beau
Through the warm Whitechapel evening
Heading down the Mile End Road
I watch them disappear
Laughing as they go
Waiting for my own true love
To show

And picking at the stitching
Of those battles lost or won
The memories unravel
As the years come undone
Sally sitting on the jukebox
As Joe Jackson plays again
French cigarettes, French kissing
Mavis dancing in the rain

And suddenly you’re standing there
All Monday eyes and lazy hair
And I’m still that teenage boy I was
Standing here tongue-tied because
You are so beautiful
What else can I say to you
I love you
I love you
I love you
Track Name: The Devil's Tunes
THE DEVIL’S TUNES

Our dear and charming
American cousins
Plead the right to bear arms
And so die in their dozens
But who could deny them
This longing they have
To visit their children
On mortuary slabs

Oh it’s true that the devil
Has all the best tunes
And when he plays
I just gotta sing along
La la la...

And there are some holy men
Without even taking a look
Say a man should be killed
Just for writing a book
They take to the streets
And they call for his head
Then they riot and fight
And it’s them get killed instead

Oh it’s true that the devil
Has all the best tunes
And when he plays
I just gotta sing along
La la la...

And there are women who say
They love bastards the best
That a decent man
Can’t hold their interest
But when the bastards behave
Like they wanted them to
How they whine and complain
And come crying to you

Oh it’s true that the devil
Has all the best tunes
And when he plays
I just gotta sing along
La la la...

Well maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I shouldn’t laugh
At people who choose
A different path
And oh yes I know
I’m going to hell
But knowing what I know
Maybe it’s just as well

Coz’ I know that the devil
Has all the best tunes
So I can nick them from him
Instead of Jacques Brel
Track Name: The Ballad Of A Northamptonshire Girl
THE BALLAD OF A NORTHAMPTONSHIRE GIRL

Shy woods watch beyond the tracks
Tin-faced skies that spit and spill
Their leaves across the pavement cracks
That lovers’ superstitions fill

And you,
All fragile swagger and disdain
Anorexia and cocaine
Well aren’t you quite
Quite the modern girl
So detached so controlled
You walk away so cold
I wonder why
You called my name
And even more
Quite why I came at all
And why small town people seem to think
You’ll be impressed by how much they can drink
This time of year Northamptonshire
Can freeze you to your bones
Kate Jones

October seeps into the cracks
Left by September’s breaking days
Decaying houses turn their backs
And then their thoughts to better days

And you,
All frail reason and complaint
Modern art without the paint
Well aren’t you quite
Quite the modern girl
All double vodkas and high heels
Low esteem and high ideals
I was surprised
As anyone
To find you here
At twenty one you know
And more to then one day realise
How brightly still your light shone in my eyes
It would appear Northamptonshire
Makes shoes complete with stones
Kate Jones
Track Name: Waterloo
WATERLOO

Walking down from Waterloo
I saw them hug as lovers do
Along the river bank
And I would just have passed them by
If something had not caught my eye
That made me wander back
And getting close as I could get
I saw that both were soaking wet
Both soaking to the skin
And that their hug was less to love
And more as to some drifting wood
To which drowning sailors cling

They held each other in their arms
The way slow dancing lovers dance
Just rocking to and fro
And on their arms home-made tattoos
Whispered all they had to lose
Was lost long long ago
And as a couple turned away
I overheard the woman say
He’d pulled her from the Thames
And there they stood, lost and naive
Like children who still believe
Love songs with happy ends
As in defiance or self defence
She begged him

‘Will you love me
Every second of every minute
Of every hour of every day
Will you fight for me
Will you spit in angels’ faces
Will you curse love’s holy scriptures
Would you die for me
When all the world is aching
And there’s nothing left to live for
Will you breathe for me
When I am old and I am tired
And there’s no more breath inside me
Will you hold me when I am broken
Will you know me with words unspoken
And if the monsters come again
Will you lead me safe away
Will you hold me close and say
All our dreams will come true?’
And a cold wind ran through
Waterloo

Then one by one the people cleared
And as for them they disappeared
Alongside the river wall
Leaving as they walked away
Just a puddle there to say
They were ever there at all
And suddenly it seemed to me
Like she was you and he was me
And we were drowning just like them
Clinging just to stay afloat
Clinging still to every note
Of love songs with happy ends
So in defiance or self defence
I’ll tell you

‘I still love you
Every second of every minute
Of every hour of every day
I will fight for you
I will spit in angels faces
I will curse love’s holy scriptures
I would die for you
When all the world is aching
And there’s nothing left to live for
I will breathe for you
When you are old and you are tired
And there’s no more breath inside you
I will hold you when you are broken
I will know you with words unspoken
And if the monsters come again
I will lead you safe away
I will hold you close and say
All our dreams will come true’
And a cold wind ran through
Waterloo
Track Name: This Is The Age Of The Naked Emperors
THIS IS THE AGE OF THE NAKED EMPERORS

My ten-year-old nephew name of Thomas
Ironically left us with no doubt
In him the devil was upon us
And that that devil was devout
When he began to scream and shout
And streams of filth came pouring out

We tried to bribe him into silence
With threats of Santa's non-compliance
But that just deepened his defiance
He said 'Open your eyes
I know it's dad
You fucking twats'

This is the age of the naked emperors
The psychic conjurors
The Jungle and X Factor
This is the age of the aura therapist
Your devils are all cock now please get dressed
We're not impressed

And so to calm his disposition
And help take his mind off everything
We took him to an exhibition
Of those artists that are 'in'
Where people nod and stroke their chin
At those great artworks housed within

But as I gave an explanation
Of just what made an installation
He cut across my ostentation
He said 'Open your eyes
It's just a bed
You fucking twat'

This is the age of the naked emperors
The psychic conjurors
The Jungle and X Factor
This is the age of the aura therapist
We've all looked at your cock now please get dressed
We're not impressed

I said 'My songs will make me famous
I'll get rich and have you cured abroad'
He said my claims were quite outrageous
And that my evidence was flawed
My songs left everybody bored
And I was hated or ignored

I said 'No, fame will be the answer
It will bring me love and cash and laughter
And then I'll live happy ever after'
He said 'Open your eyes
It isn't real
You fucking twat'

This is the age of the naked emperors
The psychic conjurors
The Jungle and X Factor
This is the age of the aura therapist
We're voting off your cock now please get dressed
We're not impressed

So then we came to this decision
To place him in the hands of God
The vicar said an exorcism
Would soon put right the little sod
We gave the reverend the nod
'Don't spoil the child nor spare the rod'

But there before the congregation
As people prayed for his salvation
Young Tom cried out with indignation
He said 'Open your eyes
There's nothing there
You fucking twats'

This is the age of the naked emperors
The psychic conjurors
The Jungle and X Factor
This is the age of the aura therapist
Two thousand years of cock now please get dressed
We're not impressed

So finally we took him to a clinic
To see what the doctor could explain
She looked him over for a minute
Then she said 'You've come in vain
He isn't ill he's got a brain
And that's what's driving him insane'

And so, good people, in summation
Don't give your kids an education
Intelligence just breeds frustration
When you're living in a world
That's fucking full
Of fucking twats

This is the age of the naked emperors
The psychic conjurors
The Jungle and X Factor
This is the age of the aura therapist
Just put away your cocks and please get dressed
We're not impressed
Track Name: The Widest Walk
THE WIDEST WALK

Where does it begin?
The longing or the look?
Is there a wider walk in all the world
Than for a lonely man up to a girl?
Love is just a game
We never won
But hold me just the same
Till morning comes
Then step into the light

Stretch to touch the stars
Even if you never will
But fail and fail again
It’s the stretching that is wonderful
It’s the stretching that’s incredible
It’s the stretching that’s so beautiful
And it’s the stretching makes life special to me
To me

Where does it begin
The struggle to engage?
Is there a wider walk in all the world
Than for a man to step on to a stage
And every little town
Is just the same
The dressing room run down
The fear again
Then step into the light

Stretch to touch the stars
Even if you never will
But fail and fail again
It’s the stretching that is wonderful
It’s the stretching that’s incredible
It’s the stretching that’s so beautiful
And it’s the stretching makes life special to me
To me

Stretch to touch the stars
Even if you never will
But fail and fail and fail again
It’s the stretching that is wonderful
It’s the stretching that’s incredible
It’s the stretching that’s so beautiful
And it’s the stretching makes life special to me
To me